Prelude
The grains of sand crashed down upon each other, echoing the coming doom with each passing grain. Kintari pulled his gaze away from the hour glass, and looked upon the world of Azeroth, and questioned its future that was intrusted to him. He had gone above and beyond his master's instructions in seeing that Azeroth's future was secured, and yet still doubt clawed at him.
His actions had allowed two of Azeroth's greatest heroes to be saved from their fate, and yet he questioned if it would be enough. Kintari once more relived the memories of Azeroth as it burned; the world changed forever in an instant by a being that's very name was death; however this kind of death has a sinister puppeteer, whose motives the mortals of Azeroth had never guessed. Faced with such foes, would two more shining lights be enough to quell the coming darkness?
Now as the sands continued to bring Azeroth's cataclysm closer, Kintari once more thought of the heroes that his actions had saved, and if they had the will to save a mind so twisted with hatred, rage, and above all paranoia that not even the Old Gods could control it.
The very name of those foul beings twisted Kintari's face into a mask of disgust, they had seen the darkness that was coming toward Azeroth, and they would rather see this world destroyed then allow a darkness that was not their own to control it…
Author notes
Hello everyone, I just wanted to say that this will be the last story in the trilogy, Shattered Time. But do not fear, the purpose of this series was to show how I feel the Warcraft story should have gone, and as each story has represented what happened within each expansion, the story that comes next will be completely different from World of Warcrafts 4th expansion, and will be my very own creation, rather than a twist on a current storyline. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story, and please leave any comments you have in the review sections, all constructive feedback is helpful!
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