I know, I'm not done with Lothlorian's death knight storyline. But I've been running out of ideas for that one and I have been getting complaints over choppy sentences and using the same phrases over and over, I get it. So I started a new one, a crossover between WoW and SSBB. Well, sort of a crossover; just involves my WoW character joining the brawl and shit. So enjoy and no rude reviews. If you hate it completely then don't give a rate.

"I can feel it; the elements, they are rejoicing, and the Cataclysm is over," an orc in cloth and chain armor said lightly, peering down at the Maelstrom, the giant storm that was once the Well of Eternity.

"The champions who fought at our side assure the survival of our world," said a red headed woman with horns, known as Alextrasza said to the two orcs. She was followed by three others, one who was blue haired, another who had green hair, long ears, and horns, and another with long brown hair with a long beard. "But now, we must see it with mortal eyes," said Alextrasza.

Suddenly their eyes stopped glowing, each eye color the same as their hair. "We dragon aspects have fulfilled our great purpose, and our power is expended. Though our day draws to an end, life endures and new generations will be born.

"Today's victory will be for all who stood against the shadow. You are Azeroth's true heroes, and the future of it lies in your hands, for the Dawning of the Age of Mortals has begun."

The first orc, known as Thrall, smiled with pride to his companion, Aggra. Then his face turned into a frown, he was worried about something. Alextrasza sensed this, then said, "I understand the loss of Lothlorian was a burden that you and Aggra should never have had to bear. He is alive, but in great pain. If you wish to find him, follow the elements. They will tell you."

The dragon aspects disappeared, leaving Thrall and Aggra by themselves.

"Follow the elements…"

...

A young Blood Elf woke upon the shores of Northrend. His name was Lothlorian, Savior of Azeroth. He had remembered when he was on the spine of Deathwing, holding on by only a finger. He had remembered when Thrall had used the Ancient Relic to defeat Deathwing; that was when he had fallen off his spine.

Now here he was, thinking about everything that had happened. Everything was at peace now, no more cataclysm, no more deaths, and best of all, Neltharion had been defeated. The only thing that remained was the war between the Alliance and the Horde.

He called forth his Netherwing Drake, a gift for him for helping Netherwing get their freedom in Outland.

Lothlorian rode all the way to Orgrimmar to give the message about Neltharion and his fall. The warcheif, Garrosh Hellscream, was pleased to hear this. Shouts of "Lok'tar Ogar" and "For the Horde" lingered in the massive city for at least two hours.

After a few drinks and sweets, Lothlorian asked a mage to teleport him to Silvermoon city, his home. He wanted to see his spouse, Veleria. He had two good news for her, and was rather nervous about it.

He arrived at the inn late; it was three in the morning, but it was what made everything perfect. He went upstairs and opened the door to his and his spouse's unit. Lothlorian saw her asleep, so he tried his best to hide the light in the hallway, but before he could turn around to see if she was still asleep, he heard her voice behind him.

"Lothlorian? Is… is that you?"

He turned around to see Veleria in messy hair and looking half awake.

"Veleria! I uh… um… It's good to see you…"

Lothlorian was nervous. Should he ask her now? No, that would be too silly to ask her in three in the morning.

"It's good to see you too… but why are you here so late? As soon as I heard the news about Deathwing I'd figure you would be here around seven."

"No, there was a celebration at Orgrimmar, and I was asked to stay and I did. I stayed there for about two hours and took a port here."

"Well, I am just glad you're here."

"Okay. Well, I guess I'm going to my room. Goodnigh-"

"Wait, Lothlorian! Please sleep with me. I haven't seen you in forever!"

"Well I…" Lothlorian thought about it, maybe for a night it wouldn't hurt. He remembered when he slept with his sister once because his family's house had been destroyed by the scourge, and how he kicked her off the bed twice in his sleep.

"Okay."

"Lothlorian, I love you."

"I love you too, Veleria."

...

So, how did it go? This is only the prologue. And since this will be mostly taking place in the SSBB shit and all, this fanfic will probably never even end xD