So here we are again. Attempting yet another story for... reasons. As you may have seen in the summary, this is inspired by OutlastTheDark's own story "Broken Wings". However, it is not a RWBY crossover because I didn't want to plagiarise, which is the same reason as to why this will be Horde focused. I do recommend you go and read his story, though.

Yes, I'm 100% brown nosing.

And finally, I do not own Warcraft or Fate, they belong to Blizzard and TYPE-MOON respectfully

Anyway, with that out of the way, on with the first chapter! Do enjoy!


Arrival

"So, do you think it's true?" One Grunt said to the other. They were patrolling the Barrens with a Darkspear Headhunter, keeping an eye out for any Demons. "These rumours about a new Queen of Stormwind?"

The other Grunt shook his head, his skin was a more sickly green than the first Grunt's skin, and his eyes were red, whereas the first's were yellow. "Of course not. The boy is a sap. He could never get the attention of a mate." The Grunt... grunted.

"Let's not be fo'gettin' dat da boy lost his fathah only a couple days ago, mon. I don't tink he'd be marryin' no girl right now." The Troll put in, still keeping his eyes ahead, watching for Demons.

The sickly Grunt snorted. The Troll knew more about humans than he thought any Horde member should bother knowing. He still didn't know what this 'marriage' was, some kind of fruit? "Rumours are rumours, nothing more." The sickly Grunt added, his red eyes turning towards the other Orc. "Besides, why should we care about this Queen? She's no threat." He spat.

"Well... I heard that she was a powerful warrior." The first Grunt spoke. "Perhaps she'll give the new King backbone."

"Hah!" The sickly Grunt guffawed, "I'll believe he can get backbone when I see the Sunreavers let back into Dalaran." He shook his head, "We should focus on the task at hand."

There was a short silence before the first Grunt began to speak again. "I heard a rumour that she was from another world—"

The healthy-green skinned Orc suddenly found himself kicked to the ground, the axe of the sickly-green Grunt against his throat. "I couldn't care less if this 'Queen' was a Gronn! This is the last I want to hear of it! And I'll believe she's from 'another world' when I see a portal open and a warrior from another world step through!"

As if the Titans themselves had heard him... a portal opened right in front of the three.

"That could lead anywhere." The sickly Grunt said, clearly expressing a look of denial.

As if to mock him, a figure stepped out of the portal. At first glance, he was human, but... there was something different about him. He was dressed not in plate, mail, leather or cloth, but in some sort of long-sleeved silk shirt and trousers, both black. Hanging from his neck was a gold necklace, the only ornament a simple cross, though the horizontal line was further up on the vertical line than that of a regular cross. Some kinda spiritual symbol the Troll thought to himself as he tensed up, ready for a fight.

The human's hair was raven black, his eyes a startling deep blue colour, his skin rather pale. He was not as tall as any of the three party, all of whom now stood, weapons ready and tense, expecting a battle. He didn't appear to carry any weapons, only a small bag black slung over one shoulder and across his torso and what appeared to be a red shroud, draped over his upper back and shoulders and pulled over his head like a hood.

The Troll noted that he wasn't built like most humans he'd seen, and was possibly shorter than quite a few; Varian, Genn, Maxwell Tyrosus, just to name a few. He concluded that he must be in the stage humans referred to as Adolescence, or a more informal term being 'teenager'.

"What should we be doin'? Should we try talkin'—" The Troll started, quickly being interrupted by the sickly-green Grunt. "To the Twisting Nether with that! He's clearly a human from that traitorous Dalaran!" The Troll sighed. Even non-mage Horde members took issue with Dalaran's sudden switch from neutrality to supporting the Alliance. The purge of the Sunreavers was still present in everyone's mind.

Before anyone could move, the sickly-green Orc shouted "LOK'TAR OGAR!" And charged towards the human, his double-headed axe raised high above his head. The human looked up, but quickly dodged to the side of the blow as the axe came down. If it had hit, it surely would have cleaved him in two.

The human raised his hand, lifting his thumb to the sky and pointing his finger at the Orc on the ground, but then he heard the battle cry of the other Grunt, who similarly charged at him. He should not of had time to react, but the Troll heard him say something in Common, a language he was unfamiliar with, and he seemingly... sped up. His movement was faster and as he moved it seemed that he left brief images of himself behind. He was able to jump back and then kick the attacking Orc into the portal that was still open, but before the Orc was completely through, the human hastily said some other words and gave two gestures and the portal closed, severing the Orc's body clean in half.

A good use of portals. The Troll thought to himself as he raised his spear, then threw it at the apparent Mage. The human's eyes widened as the spear pierced his chest. He coughed up a good amount of blood. The still living Orc Grunt stood, hefting up his axe to finish his opponent. However, the human moved his hand towards his chest then threw it back out at the Orc, sending him flying back with a strong torrent of wind. Before the Troll could move, he then pushed the spear out of his chest, the wound closing up soon after.

"By da Loa..." The Troll gasped before the human suddenly produced a small, red hilt out of his sleeve. Seemingly by some kind of magic, a black blade appeared from the hilt. It was about a meter long and thin, probably only useful for stabbing and piercing rather than slashing. The Troll brought out another spear, ready for melee combat but was taken by surprise when the human spun and threw the blade at him. He brought his spear up to block, only for shock to force itself onto his features as the blade Shattered his spear and pierced him, sending him flying and pinning him into a nearby rock. It felt more like he'd been hit by an incredibly fast steam tank than being pierced by a blade. Unfortunately, he felt the life ebb out of him as blood poured from the wound.

Meanwhile, the Orc had charged the extraordinary human, who had continued to do little more than dodge. However, just when the Orc was becoming frustrated, the human once more lifted his thumb and pointed his index finger, this time, blasting a small, black-and-red ball of magic at the Orc. It hit and he staggered back, but there was no wound. He lifted his axe, however he felt weaker, his vision was blurred. He immediately realised that this was a curse. What is he, a Mage or a Warlock?!

Despite his growing weakness, he charged the human once again only to be hit by another of those curses, then another, until he fell to his knees. He could not stand anymore, this was it for him. The human retrieved his blade from the Troll's body, a river of blood gushing out as the metal was removed. The Orc watched this human approach, raising the blade to finish the Orc. He could not help but let out a weak, dry chuckle. I guess that Anduin boy has a Queen from another world after all.

This irony was his last thought as the blade came down, piercing his skull.


Who is this human? Where does he come from?! SO MANY QUESTIONS!

Fortunately all the answers shall be presented in coming chapters. Feel free to ask any other questions in reviews, or, you know, give me feedback and support and whatnot. Also, yes, the 'rumours' they are talking about is a huge reference to Broken Wings because honestly I don't think I'd have taken up writing again if not for that story. So yeah.

There is another reference hidden in there, somewhere. Your hints are; it's a single, spoken line and it was paraphrased to fit the situation at hand. The next chapter should be coming...

... give me a week and then start complaining. Peace.