The Silent Chapter
Night set around Stormwind City, Goldshire was lost from view, as dusk deepened the gates were closed, and a guard was set to watch, inside, lights sprang up from houses and streets as the street lighters went and ignited the oil lamps in the various streets, people were settling down to a nice quiet night, and some well sounded sleep.
However tonight was not to be a normal night, only a few noticed the change in the atmosphere, suddenly as if by magic, a huge orange glow came from the direction of Goldshire, a mixture of orange, red and yellow, followed by a loud roar of flames, as the startled guards watched and wondered a man came running into sight, he looked very worn, his clothes were torn and there was a lot of blood upon him, as he came running up the guards shouted to open the gates for him, but as they did, the man shouted something.
"HORDE!" he gasped "CLOSE THE GATES, THEY ARE COMING"
The man collapsed onto the ground, the guards saw three black tipped arrows in his back, that was a sign of Orc Hunters, the guards began to close the gates, for they knew that the Horde would make their way up to Stormwind, as the gates were closing a bell in a tower on the gate rang, the noise travelled all around Stormwind, citizens came running out of their houses and headed for the secret passage into the mountains behind the city, while the guards that were off duty quickly got ready and headed to the main gate.
While the guards at the gate waited for their backup, they could begin to hear the sound of heavily armoured feet, light footfalls of paws, jeering and sneering, roars and howls, until after what seemed a lifetime they came into view, there were the Orc Hunters at the front, bigger than men, and more broad, wielding different types of bows, all with an arrow in place, and their pets by their side, and as more of the army came into view, they saw Tauren, Undead, Trolls and Blood elves, all with swords, spears, axes and hammers of various shapes and sizes. There were Warriors and Shamans, Hunters and Warlocks and Mages and Druids, all lined up outside Stormwind's main gate.
Then one particularly big and horrible Orc, who few knew as Ma'thill, came striding up to the front, past the Orc Hunters who had now pulled their arrows back in their bows, and a good ten feet away from the gate, he looked up at the guards, and bared his fangs at them, unsheathed his sword, and without warning lifted it up in the air, and with one swift movement he swung it down towards the ground, as the tip of his Fellblade hit the ground, all the Orc Hunters roared and in one moment, there were at least a hundred black tipped arrows flying through the air towards the frightened and bewildered guards on the battlements of the gate, the arrows fell among the guards, most found a mark, there was screaming and shouting, the Orcs jeered, at another sign for Ma'thill the Tauren Warriors moved forward, they had thick dragon scale armour and big shields, however they abandoned these, and picked up the biggest logs they could find, some were nearly the size of tree trunks, they began to tie ropes around the trunks, and held them like battering rams, a cry suddenly came from inside the gate,
"Brace the gate!" shouted the voice, the Tauren moved up to the gate, at least five of them to each ram, there was at least 5 rams touching the gate at the same time, then at an order from Ma'thill they heaved them back, and for a breathless moment, everything went perfectly still, the air seemed to stop moving, and the wind blew no more, then the rams, swung forward all at once, a great shuddering bang went through the entire of Stormwind, the ground around the gate shuddered and cracked but the gate however stood perfectly still and strong, thrice more the Tauren Warriors struck the gate and thrice more they were denied entry, not even a crack appeared, the gates were made of Mithril, the hardest and lightest metal substance in the entire world.
Ma'thill looked livid, he wanted blood and battle, but he had not become a commander for no reason, he had faced Mithril gates before and knew the thing that could break it, he signalled for the Tauren Warriors to move back, as they did, a group of no more than five Undead Warlocks came from the back, they walked to five feet away from the gate, they stood in a circle in front of it, as they did they were chanting a sort of incantation, suddenly a deep red circle appeared upon the ground inside the circle, it began to revolve, slowly at first but gradually getting faster and faster, until it was a blur, the middle of the circle tuned the deepest black, a pit into the unknown depths of hell, an ear splitting roar filled the city and the forest around it, something appeared in the blackness, a small dragon, it was revolving as fast as the red circle it was barely the size of a child, it's scales were a burnt blood red, and its horns down its back were like razor blades, it shot out of the abyss and hovered twenty feet above the Warlocks, revolving slowly, as it did it grew in size, it became bigger and bigger, until it stopped revolving, and spread it's wings out, it's wingspan was at least fifty feet, at slowly descended to a patch by the road, to the left of the warlocks, it landed, put it's wings down by it's sides and bowed it's head as if asleep, the Horde were wary about the dragon, no one made any sound, everything was breathless, then suddenly a rumble came from the dragon, it was speaking to Ma'thill.
"Ma'thill, why do you awaken Onyxia?" said the dragon opening its eyes and revealing fire red eyes with slits for pupils, "Why do you disturb the Dragon Queen from her slumber" her voice sounded angry and wrathful, smoke issued from her nostrils which flared as she spoke, she slowly turned her head towards the Undead Warlocks, growled and in a flash of red, engulfed them in flames, they screamed and writhed in pain, but no one helped them, after they had finished screaming, Onyxia continued to speak "Ma'thill, I ask you once more, for my patience is wearing thin, why did you awaken me here?".