I will make it clear now that I do NOT own Warcraft or its canon figures, locations, etc. That all belongs to Blizzard. I do, however, own my OC's.
Prologue
The air was warm, a balmy breeze carrying the scents of the forest over the great stone walls of Stormwind City. Not many people were up and about at this late hour, but in the peaceful, tranquil Park district, two men stood talking quietly by the central, glimmering pond, watching the moon reflect in its sparkling shallows.
"Did he say when he would return?" one of the men, clad in a blue linen shirt and breeches, asked the other.
"Three weeks, at the most," the other replied, straightening his long azure robes.
The first man sighed deeply. "Does he tell you why?" he asked.
"Why what?" replied the robed man, sounding confused.
"Why he feels the need to go traipsing around the globe on these ridiculous adventures," the first man stated simply and with fervor. "What does he need to prove?"
"He doesn't need to prove anything, Kelvan, nor is he trying to," the robed man said gently. "He's just…young, and full of a zest for life that I can't bear to quash. If he wants to see the world, then I'll let him."
Kelvan sighed again, the sound rippling through the still night. "I know, Halyor," he said heavily. "It's just… I just think he would be safer here in Stormwind, especially with the recent…unrest…among the elements. You know what the shamans are saying."
"The shamans are all mystics, full of mumbo-jumbo," Halyor snorted. "Nothing is going to happen, just like every other time someone's predicted the end of the world."
"It just feels…different, somehow," Kelvan said. He laughed then, lightening the mood. "You're probably right, though. I'm just working myself up."
Halyor laughed, too, grateful for the lift of tension. He opened his mouth to speak, when, suddenly, there was a booming crash that assaulted the eardrums of both men. Both fell to the ground, clutching at their heads. Even with their ears covered, though, they heard the deep, malignant voice that began shouting, carrying over the walls and through all the districts of Stormwind.
"Citizens of Stormwind!" it roared. "Your time is up! I have come to end your worthless, pathetic lives. But first, you can watch as your city is devoured by fire!"
Kelvan and Halyor both looked into the sky, both gasping in shock and terror as a massive black dragon, covered in spiked armor plating, flew overhead. The dragon soared over the main wall, circled once, then about-faced, his massive maw opening as he faced the Park district. Kelvan knew what was coming, knew he should run, call for help, but he stayed frozen to the spot, unable to take his eyes off the massive specter of death looming over Stormwind.
"BURN!" the dragon roared, and with that, he unleashed a torrent of fire straight at the Park. Every single building seemed to ignite simultaneously, going up in a whoosh of flame and intense heat.
It took mere seconds for Kelvan's clothes to catch fire, and only seconds more before the concentrated power of the dragon's breath seared through his very body. But in those few seconds of life left to him, he screamed one thing and one thing only.
"CATACLYSM!"