So, this is the first warcraft fic I have tried to write based off of my game char.
There will be naughty bits so therefore, if you are a fragile mind, do not read this particular story. The Lich King will be a little OOC in this fic, but I had to do this to make it work. I'm trying to keep it within realistic boundaries however. I actually started this about a year ago but I've put off posting it anywhere for fear of people flaming like mother-f-ers.
So, I don't own Warcraft at all, sadly, but I do own my oc's.
Lastly, hope you enjoy :)
Prologue
The day was hot and humid, with a shining sun that remained unblocked by clouds at high noon in the crisp blue sky. Throughout the small blood elves' town came sounds of play and happiness. Two young blood elf females ran barefoot in a field behind one of the houses. The elder by what appeared two years, ran quickly away from her younger sister in a game of tag. The younger sibling whined and scowled as her sister quickly outran her, taunting and giggling all the way.
"Come on, Tanya, this isn't fair!" The younger called, stopping in her tracks and folding her arms across her chest in defiance.
"It isn't my fault that you're a slowpoke, Juliet." Tanya chuckled. "It must be nearly lunchtime." She added, squinting towards the sky and shading her brow with a small hand. "I'll race you inside!" She shouted, suddenly, then bolted across the field.
"You got a head start!" Juliet whined. Both sisters stopped as a loud explosion sounded, and they exchanged worried glances. Instinctively, both dashed for their house, greeted by their mother's arms in a tight hug.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Their mother sighed in relief.
"What's going on?" Tanya demanded.
"We're under attack, my dear... the night elves." Their mother briefly explained as she ushered them towards a low cabinet in the kitchen. "You two need to hide in here. Do not come out until I return to get you, myself." With that, she hurried her daughters into the cupboard and closed the door. The sounds of battle could be heard muffled outside, causing Tanya to whimper every now and again. Juliet simply slowed her breath to a near halt and waited. After what seemed like an hour, Tanya couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"Where's dad?" Tanya whispered in near tears. "Why couldn't they come hide with us? I-"
"Shush." Juliet hissed.
"Juliet! How can you-"
"Shush, Tanya!" Juliet ordered, giving her sister a stern glance. Tanya seemed about to protest, but thought twice as they heard the front door creak open and two male voices wafted through the house in a language neither could comprehend. They listened intently, however, as the men made their way through the house. After a quick sweep of the rooms, they seemed satisfied that the house was unoccupied and the sisters heard them leave the house and the girls exhaled the breaths they had been holding.
"How did you know they would come in?" Tanya asked in a hushed voice.
"I didn't." Juliet answered in a tone that suggested that they stay silent, just in case. After a while of sitting immobile in the cramped and dusty cupboard, a strange smell rose into the air. "Tanya, they've set the house on fire! We have to get out of here!"
"But mother said to-" Tanya began.
"Well I'm sure there is an exception if we are about to be burnt alive." Juliet hissed, cautiously pushing open the door to their hiding place. The two quickly rushed from the house as visible flames swept across the floors, counters and floor. As they exited the front door they were stopped by the sheer destruction before them. The foul stench of burning flesh and wood mixed with the tang of blood invaded their nostrils, turning their stomachs. Houses and stores were aflame and dead bodies lay unceremoniously across the ground with various arrows protruding from them or large sword wounds throughout their flesh. Dark crimson pools lay across the ground and steamed slightly as the hot sun bore down on them. It appeared as though the entire village had either fled or died in battle, and the night elves were taking their time and great pleasure in tearing apart buildings and spitting on the dead.
Tanya, snapping back to reality enough to realize they hadn't noticed the two sisters, snatched Juliet's hand and pulled her after her in a bolt. They made it across the village before shouts rang out from behind them. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore it's way through Juliet's chest and she stumbled. She collapsed to the ground and brought up a hand to feel the tip of an arrow protruding from her right shoulder. Her widened green orbs looked up to see Tanya had stopped a few feet away, looking to her younger sister in sheer terror. The shouts got closer and Tanya gave a glance behind Juliet before hurrying off into the woods. The night elves finally reached Juliet and she inhaled a sharp breath as the arrow was torn from her. One of them stopped beside her and the other continued on after Tanya. The elf beside Juliet snickered as he wiped her blood from his arrow and settled it back into his quiver. He spoke to Juliet in the strange language, giving a satisfied smirk to the suffering girl. The sky them quickly began to darken and the sun was blotted out by dark, nearly black clouds that had not been present before. The night elf's eye's widened slightly as he looked around, then he called out loudly to the elf who had followed after Tanya, he sounded frantic. Then, the night elf's face went blank and twisted in pain before he collapsed in front of Juliet. She watched as the life drained from his eyes and had a brief feeling of hope wash over her. Perhaps not all of her race was dead, after all. Determined to assist them, she heaved herself to her feet with a cry of pain and snatched the fallen elf's sword.
As she staggered back into town, heavy blade dragging in the dirt path behind her frail form, the situation began to feel sour to her once hopeful view. She looked around to see soldiers attacking the night elves, but she hadn't seen anything like them, before. The sight of them sent chills down her spine and warning lights flared in her mind. Her grip on the sword tightened as she continued through town, seemingly unnoticed. It was then that the blood curdling reality struck her as she spied beings other than the soldiers. Ghouls, abominations, gargoyles... Rotting flesh hanging from stained bones but yet still mobile. The abomination's hooks ripped easily through the night elves bodies and gargoyle's claws lashed at their faces while ghouls tore through flesh with their jagged teeth. The bile rose in Juliet's throat and she choked slightly, but refused to let herself be sick. This was a scourge attack. The unknown soldiers were the feared death knights. She couldn't let herself be noticed or she would be killed on sight.
Her train of thought shifted dramatically, however, when her fallen friends, family members and neighbors began to rise as ghouls. A rage she had never felt before rose in her chest and she tore at one of the death knights about to raise a particular corpse. Her brother. She swung the blade madly and it clashed loudly with the knight's chest piece. Of course, she did not have the strength to pierce his thick plate armor, but, rather, catch his attention. He turned, ready to fight, but faltered when his ice eyes rested on the small elf. His roaring laughter echoed slightly through the mouth of his helmet and only made Juliet's blood boil more. She swung again and again, tears stinging the rims of her eyes as she realized she was getting nowhere. The more her sword failed to pierce his armor, the more he laughed. Finally, another death knight stepped up to the two, curious. He didn't seem to find as much amusement in the situation, however, and brought his axe down to hit Juliet. She dodged only barely, but skillfully brought her sword up as he had come down with the weight of his weapon. Her sword pierced his exposed throat and he coughed and spluttered before collapsing. This alone caused the other knight to cease laughing and he instead snarled as he brought out a sword of his own.
His sword clashed with hers as she quickly put it in front of her to block. The force of his swing knocked her to the ground and, though it hurt badly, she refused to waste the time to wince before jumping back to her feet and taking a fierce swing. He easily dodged and she stumbled forward from the weight of her weapon. She heard the rush of air as he swung at her back and rolled out of the way. She couldn't help but wince, then as dirt clung to her wound. She aimed carefully and hit the hilt of his sword, knocking it from his hand. She only had but a moment to savor her accomplishment, however, before he unsheathed a second sword from his hip. She leapt from the ground in an attempt to dodge his next swing, but received a deep cut on her arm as she wasn't quick enough. Her vision faltered a bit from the pain and loss of blood but was able to successfully swing ah him, cutting through his helmet enough to cut into his cheek. He snarled in anger and raised his sword to swing, but a cold, firm voice made him halt.
"Leave her." It commanded. A feeling of coldness and fear ran through her as she heard the voice and she quickly turned, sword raised and ready to fight. The sight before her made her falter and the sword fell to the ground. She made no move to retrieve it. Many death knights had stopped to watch and, in the center was a man she had heard of all to often from her father's tales. He was tall and adorned in black armor covered in skull designs. A large sword rested at his side that pulsed with an icy blue color and piercing eyes of the same color were fixed on her. In that moment she was unaware of anything other than the terror that froze her bones in place. She didn't stand a chance against the Lich King. As the long forgotten death knight she had been battling pushed past her, she collapsed to all fours on the dirt ground. "Enough, Kalzor." The King spoke again, venom in his voice. Juliet willed herself to look up to see The King approaching her and her eyes widened. He stopped in front of her and held out a hand. Juliet's eyes dropped to it and after a short pause, she shakily took it. He lifted her to her feet and handed her a small bottle of red liquid. "Drink that." He demanded. With a glance past him to the other death knights, she uncorked the bottle and drank. She immediately felt her wounds begin to heal and a sense of confusion overtook her. She had been certain that the potion would hurt her, even kill her. Why was he helping her? With a look back up to him, she handed back the empty bottle.
"Thank you." She offered cautiously and he took a moment to look her over.
"Kalzor." He turned to the death knight who had removed his helmet to feel the large cut on his cheek. The troll looked up quickly, eyes darting between the King and Juliet. "Fight her now." Juliet's eyes widened as the troll laughed, dawning his helmet and starting towards her. She quickly stooped to pick up her fallen sword and held it towards Kalzor. In a flash, he had unsheathed both of his swords and was coming at her in a frenzy. Juliet dodged and blocked with a skill she shouldn't possess at such a young age. She received a few nicks and scratches here and there, but payed them no mind. She threw a few of her own swings every so often, but he easily blocked and parried every one. After quite a while, opportunity arose and she swung hard, knocking away both swords with as much strength as she could muster. In the same swift motion she pointed the sword at the knight's throat, ready to drive it through if he dared flinch.
"This is ridiculous!" Kalzor snarled.
"Where did you learn to fight, blood elf?" The Lich King asked, moving foreward and lowering Juliet's sword with his own.
"My... My father was teaching me." Juliet said quietly, giving a quick glance to the fallen corpse of her father across the way. The King followed her gaze, then looked around the ruined villiage.
"There is nothing left for you here." He spoke, gaining back her attention. "Join us."