General Zargon: As far as I know, this is the first World of Warcraft & Petshop of Horrors crossover out there, so I pray that I don't butcher it too badly…Anyway! Enjoy the story!
Ryuuketsu: The author does not own World of Warcraft or Petshop of Horrors; if he did he wouldn't be writing this story now would he? Enjoy the chapter.
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The sun was just going down, and all was peaceful. The wind blew through the trees, creating a light whistling sound, the day animals were settling down to go to sleep, and the night animals were just then waking up. The birds in the trees were chirping to each other as they settled in, and off in the distance a wolf howled, soon followed by another as its cry was answered. Suddenly, the wind picked up alarmingly, causing branches to lash out, and birds and other animals to cling desperately to any sturdy surface in order to avoid being blown away.
The wind continued to speed up, becoming a horrible wailing. The trees swayed alarmingly, some of their branches being snapped off, caught in the sudden maelstrom of wind. Off in the distance, packs of wolves suddenly began howling, almost as if they could sense that something momentous was happening. The howls of the wolves blended in with the screaming of the wind, creating such an awful noise that even the foulest demons in the Twisting Nether would shake in terror of it. Deep in the forest, night terrors shifted and sank further into the shadows; not wanting to attract the attention of whatever it was that had caused the forest itself to scream.
The maelstrom continued raging, the horrible wailing caused by the wind and the wolves only growing louder by the moment. Lightning suddenly began snapping through the sky, soon joined by roaring thunder. A few bolts struck the ground with enough force to cause the ground to crack, as if someone had gripped a glass just a little too hard. A few trees caught fire, but the flames were quickly extinguished by the howling winds. The raging storm continued, growing more powerful by the second, as though it was building up to something. As the wolves howled again, the wailing grew to a fever pitch, and then there was a thunderous 'crack' that drowned out all the other noise for a moment.
Mere seconds after the crack had sounded, it seemed as though something had ripped open the very sky itself, a jagged portal appearing in the sky right above a single clearing. If anyone had been out in the nightmarish storm, and if they had looked up into the portal, they would have seen that the inside of the portal looked like a gateway into outer space, it being pitch black with slight specks of white light that looked like stars, and there were a few purple stripes that drifted and twisted like galaxies. As it was, though, no one was around to witness what was about to happen. As the maelstrom grew even stronger, seemingly centered on the portal, the winds were joined by a force that emanated from the portal.
In the depths of the portal, a shape seemed to materialize out of the darkness, swirls of color forming into a vaguely humanoid shape. All of a sudden, it seemed as though time stood still, the noise of the storm abruptly being cut off, as it seemed as though time itself was holding its breath. The shape becoming more defined, the swirls of color finally solidifying into the form of a man. The form hovered there for a few moments, and then abruptly began to fall out of the sky. As if that was the trigger, everything seemed to start up again. The wind began wailing again, the wolves began howling again, and thunder began roaring again.
The portal abruptly began shrinking in on itself, and when it got to be about a fourth of its' original size, it snapped shut with another crack, and vanished as though it had never been there. The man that had come out of the portal continued to fall through the air, until he landed harshly on the hard ground in the middle of the clearing. A loud snap! reverberated through the wailing maelstrom, signaling that some of the unidentified man's bones had broken, though no one was around to hear the sound. The storm gradually began to lose strength, though it still packed enough force to almost uproot several ancient trees.
In the middle of the clearing, the man opened a pair of deep blue, pain-filled, eyes and let out a loud groan before his eyes slid shut and he fell back into unconsciousness, unaware of what awaited him the next time he awoke.
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General Zargon: There's the prologue right there, and sorry that it's so short, though trust me when I say that it does get better! –Mutters-…I hope…
Ryuuketsu: Ignore him, please, and don't forget to R&R!!
General Zargon: -looks at muse- I don't know why you're so cheerful right now, but keep it up! –Turns to readers- R&R!!