For the movie, Warcraft: Their Beginning. A little one-shot; hope you like it. I may continue it, depends. Enjoy, my lovelies! WARNING: SPOILERS FOR MOVIE!


The wind played with his brown hair, as if trying to soothe him, but Anduin didn't care. Grey eyes gazed over the Kingdom of Stormwind, barely taking in his surroundings.

His son, killed by an Orc.

His best friend and king, killed by Garona.

The woman he had started to love, a traitor.

Khadgar believed that there must be a reason for why her dagger was lodged in the king's neck. Anduin didn't believe it, but after three days of wondering, he was starting to have his doubts. Maybe someone else had used her dagger? Or someone may have forced her? Or was she just a traitor?

So many questions, yet no answers. A little flicker of hope still stayed in his tortured mind; small, but still there. Anduin could only hope that maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been her. That it was someone else. That she had had no choice.

He glanced at the necklace clutched in his hand, and sighed as he rubbed it gently with a thumb. He could only hope.