Dannai Darkshadow was very drunk. In fact, drunk was an understatement about the state she was in right now. Orgrimmar Blood Ale, Blood thistle and whatever was that thing the Trolls gave her to smoke has brought the young Blood Elf Warlock in a state of Nirvana. She could barely walk now. What could possibly make her think that a night cap with her fellow Horde raid comrades at the "Filthy Animal" was a good idea? Yes, they have dealt a heavy blow at the Scourge by destroying Naxrammas, but going drinking after that, was definitely the wrong thing to do. And drink they did, until way past midnight, chewing blood thistle, and smoking Troll weed between rounds of singing, dancing, and wrecking havoc at the Horde inn, in the Sunreavers' square. Dannai felt the need to get out for some air, so here she was now, staggering around Dalaran. She happened to pass by the fountain where people threw coins and made wishes, and decided to sit on its ledge and try to clear her head. It was a very clear night, she could see all the stars in the sky, and it wasn't that cold. She turned towards the water to splash some on her flashed face, when she saw something shining in the water, reflecting the glow of the moon.
Ooooοοh..shiny..."she giggled and reached for it. It was a gold coin with Lordaeron's crest on it. As soon as she held it in her palm, an image flashed through her mind.
Crown Prince Arthas Menethil, in all his Paladin glory, blonde hair falling down his shoulders, sea green eyes flashing in happy contentment, and a roguish smile on his handsome face, looking down at the very coin she was now holding, making a wish.
"Already, I've a kingdom in my prospects, a land to rule. What to ask for? Perhaps a frozen scone..." He shrugged and threw the coin in the fountain.
'Wow...' Dannai concluded, 'all he ever wanted was a frozen scone, and got a frozen throne instead. Well, no wonder he is so mad, and hell bent on destruction, no one ever bothered to offer him one. That's it, the solution to this entire conflict, we give him a frozen scone and he will just go back to sleep on his frozen throne. But who will do it, who will be brave enough to approach him with such an offering? Me, of course. Ι, Dannai, will save us...!' she thought, and staggered to the pie vendor across the city, who was always open, since heroes would land in Dalaran at all times tired and hungry, after wrestling a Scourge horror.
"Good evening Warlock, how can I help you?" She asked Dannai as soon as she walked up to her.
"A dozen frozen scones, please" she smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this Lordaeron specialty really was. Why would someone bake a whole batch of perfectly good scones, then freeze them and sprinkle mountains of icing sugar on them? 'Only in Lordaeron, I suppose'. Dannai thought and smirked.
"Here you go, dear" the shop owner smiled as she gave her the box, "that will be ninety copper coins please".
"Thank you." Dannai smiled back at the vendor, took the box and summoned her drake. 'So where do I start? I cant just walk up to him, his minions will kill me before I even set foot on Icecrown Citadel...oh well, I'm just gonna fly around and try to spot him. '
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The Lich King felt very happy at the moment. Ecstatic, one could say. Not that anything good had happened to him lately, after all, his lieutenants were dropping like flies right left and center. There was a much simpler reason for his elation. Professor Putricide had come up with a way to lure unsuspecting champions to their cause. Spray them with Novacane until they are high, and then raise them all as undead soldiers, without wasting any Scourge soldiers and resources in the process. Just when he was about to give his master a demonstration, who by the way, found the whole idea ludicrous, Precious chased Stinky into the room knocking the Novacane gas barrel on the floor, smashing it right at the Lich King's feet. And for the second time in two months, the first time being at the Wrathgate, he decided to take a deep breath.
"Nooooo...bad dogs," Putricide screeched at the giant undead pooches, as he tried to vent the gas out of the lab. But it was to late. The Lich King was on the floor, overcome with uncontrollable giggles, as he watched Precious and Stinky wrecking havoc in Putricide's lab. He then decided to take Invincible for a ride, and flew off into the night. He landed on a small hill overlooking Dalaran. He dismissed the undead horse, and leaned on a dead log that was just standing there. Since there were no enemies around, he did not have to project him self as a giant, so he let the enchantment drop. 'Bah, I'm big as it. I always was. Why do I even use this stupid enchantment?' He wondered. He looked at the floating city of Dalaran.
'What would happen if I just appeared in the middle of Dalaran and go "BOO"' he wondered, and started giggling again like a schoolgirl. 'Or just show up in Jaina's bedroom? I'm sure she wouldn't mind at all if I just bend her over her desk and ride her like a pony. I could tell from seeing her again, at the Shadow Throne, that bitch is in heat, for me, THE LICH KING', and, he giggled again. That was when he spotted a flying mount coming out of Dalaran moving towards Icecrown. The flying was very irregular, it looked as if the rider was not controlling the reigns, and was about to fall off. 'Oh, I wouldn't want to be in his or her place right now. Anyone falling from that height would turn into a pancake.' And he giggled at that too.
Dannai was having trouble controlling her mount. Sensing that her mistress was in no state to control her, the black drake decided to fly about freely, sky diving and swirling around, making Dannai even dizzier than she already was. She was finally able to pull on the reigns really hard, forcing the drake to start flying normally again. She looked on the ground and spotted a tall dark figure standing on a hill. She squinted and saw that it was the Lich King. 'Well that was lucky.' she thought, and descended towards him.
'Wow, the rider is flying straight towards me, he or she must be really stupid or very drunk, or both' he giggled again. 'I got to stop doing that, I sound like a schoolgirl' and giggled again. "DAMMIT" he swore.
Dannai landed hard in front of him. She tried to dismount the drake, and almost fell flat on her face. She would have, if it wasn't for a large gloved hand holding her in place. Dannai gasped in surprise, THE LICH KING was helping her off her mount. When she was standing on solid ground, he released her. She looked up at him and muttered a thank you. 'Damn he's tall, and big, and muscular, and handsome, and dark, and mysterious...SNAP OUT OF IT DANNAI, THAT'S THE BUTCHER OF YOUR PEOPLE YOU ARE GAWKING AT" she chastised her self.
'What the fuck am I doing?' the Lich King thought 'When did I become all polite and chivalrous. I should have just watch her fall flat on her face and laugh at her, with that totally awesome evil laugh of mine! Or just plunge Frostmourne straight into her heart, right between those big, spectacular, perky tits of hers! Man, It would be like, totally awesome, if I just like, put my face between them, and like, live there...! And now I'm talking like a hippie...That's just like, FUCKING GREAT!' He looked down at the Blood Elf warlock, who was so drunk, that she could barely stand. He could smell the alcohol and Troll weed coming out of her every pore. 'Well that explains that Dark awful flying and her fearless approach towards me.' He chuckled in his mind, thankful that he did not giggle again.
"You are high as a kite little Elf" he growled in a very Lick King manner. 'Nailed that' he mentally patted him self at the back. The Elf blushed at that, much to the Lich King's delight.
'Damn she's very beautiful...and I know her, and quite well, but where from? Have I threatened her before?' he wondered as he studied her face that was partially hidden in her warlock's hood. The Novacane had really clouded his mind, or else he would have recognized her instantly. She was tall and thin like all Blood Elves, her emerald green eyes glowed in fel magic and her long auburn hair was braided all the way down to the side of waist. She looked up at him without fear, and that was something that intrigued him. That was when Dannai decided to speak.
"Pele...Pala...Pale...Parsley...dammit"she slurred at the Lich King, as her Common failed her.
"Parley?" He offered, in an amused voice. 'At least I'm over the giggling phase of my trip' he thought, relieved that he was not going to embarrass himself in front of a beautiful woman.
"Yes" she pointed at him "that's the one" and broke into uncontrollable giggles. 'Now why is it, that when a gorgeous girl does that, it's so adorable, but when I, the "Prince of Darkness" giggle, I sound so ridiculous?' he wondered. When she appeared to be in control of her self once again, he spoke.
"Well?" he growled.
"I have discovered a way to resolve this conflict once and for all. I know what you wanted all these years and still do, and I brought it to you." She stated proudly.
"And what would that be little Elf? What pray, could Legionnaire Dannai Darkshadow", 'HA! I remember her now, she called me a "cunt" at the Sunwell, the last time I saw her!' he triumphantly declared in his mind, "could have brought to me, to make me stop the offensive against the living?" the Lich King scoffed at her, hands on his waist looking very imposing and intimidating, making Dannai go even weaker on the knees. 'He remembers me, the Lich King still remembers me...I am sooo fucking dead!'
"Yes, I know and remember everything about you Dannai, you have been wreaking havoc in my realm for years, not to mention our little moments back in the day" The Lich King smirked. "Go on" he nodded at her.
"I found the coin that you threw at the Dalaran fountain ten years ago, before you rode to Brill to investigate the plague. You wished for a frozen scone, but got a Frozen Throne instead. No wonder you were so mad at everyone. All you ever wanted was a sweet pastry, and no one ever offered one to you. So here you are, I brought you an entire box of frozen scones. Now can you please call back your army?" She asked, offering the box with a sweet smile on her beautiful face.
"Frozen scones? You brought me frozen scones? Oh you sweet, sweet girl, you have no idea how much I've been craving for them all these years, and never getting the time to eat one. Thank you, thank you so much for bringing a whole box to me" he screeched, then took the box with one hand and hugged her tightly with his other. Dannai gasped at that. The Lich King was hugging her! She found that very funny, and giggled.
Careful, not to get any icing sugar on his emaculate Helm and gloves, the Lich King removed them, and placed them on top of the log. He then opened the box, picked up a scone and gave it a huge bite, closing his eyes in pleasure, as he swallowed the first bite whole making a very loud "Mmmmm..." Dannai's eyes went wide at the site of him without the Helm of Domination. She has not seen his face in years. Even though his hair and face were even whiter than when he was just a Death Knight, and his eyes glowed blue in runic magic, he still looked as gorgeous, as the first day she set her eyes on him in Dalaran, when she was just a Mage apprentice. Before he destroyed, Lordaeron, Quel'Thalas and Dalaran. Before he defiled the Sunwell plunging the surviving Elves into darkness and despair. The confusion and the withdrawal symptoms forced Dannai to abandon the wholesome study of the arcane and look for something else to clench her thirst for magic. And fel magic was in abundance. And from a Frost Mage, she bacame an Affliction Warlock. Only then, was she able to satisfy her addiction. By the time she recovered from her reverie, the Lich King had finished every single scone in the box and now was licking the sugar off his fingers.
"That was beautiful" he kept mumbling "Thank you, thank you so much Dannai, you're a goddess" he looked at her and smiled the way he used to back in the good days.
'Light help me, if he continues to look at me like that, I will kiss him' she blushed.
The Lich King eyed the Blood Elf carefully. He noticed the way she was looking at him and the blush on her face. 'Could it be? Could this gorgeous woman want me, even now, even after my transformation from a handsome Champion of the Light, into a terrifying Prince of Darkness and Death?' He always liked Elven women, that was no secret, everyone in his regiment knew it, and always introduced Elven Magi and Priests to him, after he had broken his engagement off with Jaina. And he had noticed Dannai before, in Dalaran, but she was only sixteen then. 'If she blushes again, I'm going to pounce on her' he thought.
"So tell me kitten" calling her by the nickname he gave her years ago, "now that we're such good friends again, you know what I wished for at that twisted fountain. It is only fair that you tell me what you wished for. And don't tell me that you didn't, you lived there, you were a Mage student, kudos on the Warlock switch by the way, and I saw you giggling over the fountain with your schoolmates, when I came to visit Jaina."
"Well, I did wish for something, but I can't tell you" she blushed and looked away for him. The Lich King lifted her chin and looked down at her.
"Common, spit it out, luv, don't be shy" he whispered huskily to her.
"A kiss from Prince Arthas", Dannai blushed even more.
"Granted" The Lich King growled and crushed his lips on hers, taking her breath away, and pulling her closer to him. Not able to contain herself any longer, Dannai put her arms around him, and kissed him back.
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I do not own anything from Warcraft, save from my own character, Dannai Darkshadow. This is my very first attempt to publish a story, I have two more Warcraft stories, with Arthas as my main character. I have used two lines from "Pirates of the Caribbean", the "Parley" one and the "Have I threatened you before". I claim no ownership over them, I just found them both very funny. I paraphrased the "I Gammon" line, and the surname "Darkshadow" comes from the soap operas and movie "Dark Shadows". Though, a couple of days ago, when I soloed the Black temple again I stumbled across a Blood Elf Boss, whose last name is Darkshadow. That was a mere coincidence, I honestly did not know that that NPC even existed. The same goes with another NPC female Blood Elf, I found at the Blood Elven outpost, next to the Black temple, whose name is Larissa. Me calling my other character from the "To the Ends of the Word" story, Larisa, was also a mere coincidence.
Like I said this is my very first attempt, so please be gentle on me, I do appreciate some constructive criticism. This story, along with the other is complete, I just want to see your reactions firsts before I post the rest of the chapters. This is the third story I wrote, I have also finished the second one, but I am stuck with the first. The reason for that, is that it is set ten years before Wrath, and since I only started playing WoW after Mists was launched, I need to do a lot of research to come up with a good story line.
So please enjoy, and let me know if you want me to upload the rest of the chapters, or have any ideas on how this story could develop.
Cheers,
Kyveli!