The Last Warrior of Lordaeron
Warcraft Fic By Draco13560
Chapter 1: The Remnants
The time has long since past since the battle on Mount Hyjal. The Frozen Throne has now been claimed and a new King has risen. Civilizations rise from the ashes of the old. The lands of the once great Lordaeron is no more, only the Forsaken remain. But what of the ones who still try to make their stand? What of those who try to continue this crusade…that they lead in vain?
The mornings above Tirisfal Glades was the glorious sight that I had looked forward to when I reach the peak. The morning calm was always soothing but they say "the calm, before the storm" always occurs. I just hoped that every morning when I reached that peak that this old saying remained just an old saying that the old sages kept preaching. I didn't care for it. Each time I act as sentry, I hope to see nothing more than just the sun rising over the mountains. But that was never the case. No, not since we are hunted.
We are the last remaining survivors of Lordaeron, the ones who were left behind. The ones who thought they could never forsake their homeland, even if it meant their deaths. That soon became the case.
I am Orias, one of the last, few paladins that remain on this earth. Although, truly I am not officially proclaimed as one since the untimely demise of Council of the Paladin Orders. Under the circumstances, I am one of the last few remaining warriors of the waning order. I now act as a member of the defense squadron that was drafted into protecting the survivors of Lordaeron.
Not many of us were left after the Scourge did away with most of us during our escape into the mountains. The screams were everywhere and they still remain ringing in my ears. The sounds of blood being spilled and bodies collapsing to the ground. The frantic scramble and confusion our people suffered trying to escape from the slaughter. We were entitled to defend these people from the masses of the Scourge. We were to ensure their survival into the mountains. But how could we save most of them if half of them are already dead at our feet, trampling over their corpses in attempt to get through to the trails. I remember them all.
Yet the remaining survivors were able to get through after many sacrificed their lives to protect us. Including the last of the Paladin Order, my brothers, were laid to waste, their corpses desecrated and left to rot.
I reflected over these thoughts each and every time I reach the peak. The sunrise may have been beautiful but it was a constant reminder that it was just another day that we are hunted. Searched for by the undead. We hid our small village within the mountain's protective crater but how long would it be until the undead will find us? I will make sure they do not.
Along with scouting the peak, I make my daily routine in patrolling the village. Another comfort I take in everyday is patrolling this small village. It reminds me so much of a time so long ago…well it has seemed so long ago. The citizens of Lordaeron carrying on their daily lives. They lived to work, to laugh, to study, to play, to live their lives as they wanted! But even that is a thing of the past now. Now we live in constant fear. Trying to dodge the wary eyes of the Scourge. Surviving in anyway we can.
This was our reality until we were able to fight them once again. One day our salvation will come. Our lands will be saved from the Scourge. And our citizens will once again know peace. But today was not that day.