"Ouch…" groaned a man as he slowly got up and surveyed his immediate area. He had raven black hair that cascaded a few inch below his ears, and electric blue eyes full of life. His expression slowly changed to that of surprise at what he found around him. "What in the world? Where am I?" he asked to no one in particular while his looked from side to side.

"I see that you are awake"

"What the?" was the man's surprised yelp as he spun around to face the owner of the voice that spoke to him. What he found was not what his still "non-fully" functional brain had perceived. There stood in front of him, a being that would have been the description of female beauty if not for a few, what the man could consider, "quirks".

She stood about fifty feet by his assumption and was bronze in complexion. She carried what appeared to be a crooked staff that is alabaster in color and she wore a white tunic that reached her knees. The man studied the being in front of him and uttered the first word that came his mind; "You look good"

It took a few second before his mind registered what he had said. His expression shifted into that of horror in a heartbeat as he began take back what he said; "I mean beautiful… I mean… Argh, never mind." he finished as he rubbed his temples.

The being laughed at the man's obvious discomfort which effectively stopped the man's tirade and made him focus on her. Realization soon dawned on the man given his facial features which prompted him to look up at her face. "Is this a dream?"

The being stopped, looked at the man with curiosity, and then smiled friendly smile. "And why would you come to that conclusion?"

The man straightened his posture while a line of seriousness crossed his face. "That is because to meet you, the 'Lifebinder', would mean that I have crossed the boundaries of reality and fantasy." was his reply.

The being's eyes widened ever so slightly that the man before her failed to notice. "He knows who I am… That was surprising. He must be from one of the known worlds we have visited in the past." was her thought.

The now revealed "Lifebinder" considered the man in front of her before she nodded. "I suppose that may be so in your perspective. I am Eonar, consort to Aman'Thul or revered as the 'Highfather'. But I think you already knew that too?" she said with an amused smile.

The man grinned and nodded.

Eonar once again laughed before she spoke; "This is not a dream. You are an interesting individual indeed. I mean no disrespect or anything else when I say this but you seem to regard beings of power on a same level as you."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment. "That is true. I show my respect in my own way." he replied and then shrugged. "Besides, we were all created in the likeness and image of the creator and with an unmatched freewill to boot. It would be safe to assume that the creator wanted beings he can relate to and not slaves."

Eonar seemed stunned for a moment before she nodded with a smile. "That sure is a different way to look at it. Different but not wrong."

She lowered her right hand on the ground and beckoned for the man to step on it. "Come, I want to look at you closer our champion."The man didn't think twice and hopped onto the offered hand. Eonar smiled at this and brought him closer for her to inspect. She looked him in the eyes and after what seemed like an eternity to the man, smiled as if to agree with her assessment.

"I suppose you know why you are here?"

The man nodded. "If all the stories I have read (1) and the title that you have just given to me are any indication. I'd venture a guess that you need me for something that is needed to be done. A world that is in peril and that its denizens are powerless or countless of lives are at stake should it be left to its own devices?"

Eonar appeared confused for a moment at what the man declared but soon nodded. "That is correct. We feel that a looming threat is on the horizon for Azeroth and though we believe the denizens of that world are capable, a little help here and there could be of use."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment; "Azeroth… This really not a dream huh?" He then replied; "That is understandable I suppose. However, you know full well what my capability is. As a human, you realize that I am flawed. Given power, and I believe I will be given such; it would only be a matter of time before I will stray from the path of good. 'Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely' as the saying goes."

"That is true…" Eonar replied with a tone of seriousness. "And it is good to know that you 'know' of this outcome. You are a man destined for great things if given power… As well as terror unimaginable."

"Then why me?"

"Simply because of the first account I have stated. That potential is what would be needed in order to defeat the Burning Legion."

The man looked curious for moment before he spoke once more. "That may be so but surely you have already scouted other prospects. I am not unique. Somewhere in the vast corner of a universe 'exists' a better 'me'."

Eonar smiled at this. "This man is indeed interesting." was her thought. "You are once again correct. We just simply chose you." she intoned.

The man nodded at this and sighed. He was about to muse more on what Eonar offered before she spoke again. "It also has been accounted for. These you call 'possibilities of domination' you abhor and at same time desire. Dark desires…"

The man raised an eyebrow at this which prompted Eonar to smile once more. "Yes Olliver. It has been accounted for."

The man now revealed as 'Olliver' could only sigh as he massaged his temple. "You titans sure know how to drive a bargain."

Eonar's grin was mischievous. "That we do. That we do."

"What about those that I will leave behind?" was Olliver's next question.

"You will simply 'flicker', as you may call it, from you current reality. You're existence will be in what you may call 'suspended animation' per se." was Eonar's simple reply

"Would I be able to return?"

"That will mostly be by your choice when the time comes."

"And if I chose to stay? What of those I left behind?"

"Then you will simply just cease to exist in your home world. As if you were never born."

"And should I choose to come back, will I be able to bring anything or even an 'anyone' back with me?"

Eonar paused at this as if to consider. It took a few seconds before she gave a reply. "As long as it, he, or she, will not affect what is the norm of your world."

Olliver considered everything that they have discussed. All signs pointed to a "win-win" situation for the Titans and for him as well if he factors that should he die in this journey, nothing will be affected back on his world of origin. It was a grim offer, almost like a 'deal with the devil'.

"What a broad mind this one has. He may very well be the one…" Eonar thought as she studied the human before her.

As seconds turned to minutes, Olliver arrived at a decision. "I accept."

Eonar smiled and nodded. "Thank you Olliver."

"So, how do we go about this?"

"Since you are to be a champion of us, you can choose to be any classification that you want to be. You are also to be given three unique prowesses, one each for Mind, Body, and Soul or Spirit. Lastly, you are given two unique ability that can be out of reality itself, one passive and one active by your will."

Olliver's eyes widened at that. "You are giving me power over life if I so choose?"

Eonar nodded and spoke with a tone of seriousness. "Or death if you so desire…"

Olliver pondered over the information. He may very well be given the title of "god" because of this. However, he knew that has some kind of catch with this. "Do I have to choose now?"

Eonar smiled an amused smile. "You are indeed perceptive my champion. Yes, you are to decide now."

Olliver nodded at this, that there is the catch. It might not be obvious but with no preparation and only basic instincts as guide one can be ruled by desires. Absolute power corrupts absolutely it is. "Then let us do this. What do I have to do?"

Eonar, with Olliver still on her palm, moved a couple of feet towards a bright orb of light that seemed to pulse of power. Olliver was a bit confused by this and was about to voice it when he slowly started to make out something near the orb. Around the said orb were figures that seemed to radiate palpable power. A being with platinum skin with beard that reached its waist addressed the two as they finally reached their destination. "Ah. And so the bargaining has been done?"

"Oh hush husband. It was a mere discussion."Eonar replied with a smile. Olliver did not need to guess who she spoke with. It was Aman'Thul, the "Highfather".

Aman'Thul laughed and motioned for Olliver to step forward and said; "Come, Champion of the Pantheon, Olliver. Come before the Well of Reality and announce what you can and will be. Assuming you agreed yes?"

Eonar slowly placed Olliver on the ground. Tentatively, Olliver walked towards the stated "well" with curiosity. He felt warmth on his approach as if basked in the radiance of the sun. It felt alive to him, feminine even. "Yes I agreed. To what is needed and what needs to be done. To the consequences of my decision and its effect on my life both now and the future. "

Aman'Thul nodded at this and smiled. "So all I need to do is announce to 'her' what I need to be?" Olliver asked.

The gathered Titans seemed amused at him with his "given" gender to the Well of Reality. Aman'Thul spoke once again, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "That is correct our champion."

With a nod, Olliver approached closer towards the Well of Reality. When he reached a few feet away from it, Olliver took a deep breath and cleared his mind. If he was going to do this, then he has to do this right. He closed his eyes and reached out with his right hand towards the well.

"I, Alexander Olliver Ranes, ask of thee, Lady, to grant thy wish, as agreed upon by all in witness!"

The effect after Olliver's pronouncement was instantaneous. The Well of Reality began to swirl which prompted some of the Titans to take a step back. Eonar covered her lips in shock while Aman'Thul's eyes ever so slightly narrowed.

A feminine figure slowly manifested from the well. She had long blonde hair that cascaded on to her back. Her eyes were all white that radiated pure power. Most noticeable however was her lack of clothing which revealed her voluptuous figure that would put any woman to shame.

Her voice when she spoke was gentle, almost seductive in its tone, but held power and authority. "I, Lady of Reality, have heard thy call, Olliver, newborn Champion of the Pantheon. What is thy desire?"

Olliver stood in a relaxed manner and replied with a smile, a mischievous smile. "I come to you as me, cloaked in nothing of intent. Bare in mind, body, and soul. I come to thee to ask for fulfillment of thy wish only. For thy desire may be nay unattainable for it is the whole of thee."

The assembled Titans were dumbstruck at turn of events. The Lady of Reality replied with a melodious voice. "You are such a flatterer, bold, and true, newborn Champion of the Pantheon."

Slowly, the Lady of Reality walked gracefully towards Olliver. She stopped directly in front of him and smiled. She then held the back of his head with both hands in an intimate manner. The Titans who had recovered from shock was once again placed in another.

"Thy wish then, 'my' Champion?" the Lady intoned. Aman'Thul shifted at this, his eyes narrowed once more. He did not miss the play on the words intoned by the said Lady of Reality.

Olliver's eyes gained seriousness and determination. He thought hard about this and its ramifications. "I might as well go for broke." He slowly raised his hands and placed them on the being's waist and held her intimately. The being smiled at this and nodded as if Olliver had passed an unspoken test. If there was one thing that he learned about women was; "If she gives a hint, then you may very well take it for lightning does not strike twice"

"I wish to be a 'Ley walker' of the highest degree as per agreement of classification. I wish to be the Master of the Mind, Master of the Body, and Master of the Soul of my being in accordance to what I perceive it to be, as per the agreed prowess. I wish to be granted the ability to create real copies of myself (2) in specific accordance to how I perceive it. And lastly, I wish to be granted immortality in the specific accordance to how I perceive it."

Eonar gasped at this. Immortality, even wished through the Well of Reality, is impossible to attain. She knew this well for she is the 'Lifebinder'. There can be no exceptions. Even all the assembled "Pantheon" knew this. Were they wrong when they chose this man?

Their answer soon came however when the Lady of Reality drew Olliver into a passionate kiss. A surge of power soon blasted outward from her and enveloped the two. Seriousness lined the faces of the Titans at this. Questions that they had within were soon answered when the light faded and revealed the two once more.

The Lady of Reality slowly broke the kiss while Olliver recovered from bliss, eyes closed. "Thy wish has been granted, thy 'desire' fullfiled."

Olliver slowly opened his eyes and smiled at Lady of Reality which she returned in kind. Soon, she dispersed into light particles and disappeared. A cough interrupted Olliver's thoughts on what has transpired and made him focus on Aman'Thul.

"Now that is unexpected." Aman'Thul addressed.

Olliver was about to question the statement but the Highfather raised his hand to stop him. "Whatever it was, it was done. You are now officially the Champion of the Pantheons. And so make haste, Azeroth awaits."

Olliver nodded at this. "Then by your leave."

He then turned back towards Eonar who looked at him in awe. Olliver sniggered at this. "It is not always I shall see that expression on your face my lady. It may never even happen again. I shall treasure it."

Eonar recovered at this gave a gentle smile. "That indeed. That indeed…"

With a wave of his hand, Aman'Thul created a purple portal and addressed Olliver once more. "Go our champion. And may you succeed, where others have fallen."

Olliver nodded and with a wave, walked towards the portal.

A few seconds after Olliver disappeared into the portal, the Highfather spoke once more. "Never in my life have I witnessed such a feat…"

"Well father, all I can say is I like that mortal. Or immortal I should say." replied a platinum skinned Titan with a large horn strapped on his being.

Eonar seemed to ponder on something before she spoke. "The Well of Reality cannot grant what it perceives as impossible. And granting immortality to a human is one of that. For the well to grant this means there is something more to the wish."

"Be that as it may, the archives state that a 'phenomenon' like this 'can' occur. It does not necessarily say that it 'had' occurred before however." replied another Titan that wore a long cloak that covered his head and has a long beard.

"The Prophecy of the Chaos Breaker… Interesting… Interesting indeed…" Aman'Thul intoned.

Northshire Valley, in the foothills of Elwynn Forest of the Kingdom of Stormwind

A portal opened a few paces behind the abbey and out came Olliver. He looked around his general area with surprise and awe written on his face. "I can't believe it… Azeroth…"

He was about to move forward when he noticed an object, aimed at his head, zipped towards him which prompted him to dodge out of its path. The object in question embedded itself on a tree and was revealed to be a knife. Olliver faced the direction where the knife came from and found a few men in a ready stance. He was about to shout that he was of no threat but soon found himself with an edge of a knife on his throat.

"I admit that I was impressed with the way you dodged that." a voice said from behind Olliver which also appeared to be the owner of weapon that threatened his life. "Now if you would please state your name and purpose for coming here at Northshire please?"

Olliver for his part considered his options. He could try to break out of this and suffer the consequences or go about it diplomatically and hope for the best. The figures that approached which seemed to be his captor's comrades factored into the whole setting. "Now that would be a long story…" Olliver started but was soon cut off.

"Don't worry son, we have time." said a bald man who wore silver armor and a blue tabard with an emblem of a lion.

Olliver immediately recognized the man as not someone to mess with. This is Marshal Douglas McBride.

Footnotes:

1. This indicates that Olliver came from the real world and knew of the being in front of him from the game, or lore for a more specific reference.

2. The ability requested here is the "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu" or Shadow Clone Technique used by the character Naruto of the same anime name.

Revision History:

04-30-2012

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11-23-2011

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