A/N:Okay, so this is my first story, so I apologize if it seems kind of amateurish. But whatever, enjoy…PLEASE.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft/World of Warcraft…if I did, Illidan would have told Maiev he loves her a LONG time ago…we all know he does!
Archeron sat silently in her seat in the large circular room as the King spoke with the ambassadors and emissaries. She sighed and pushed a stray white hair out of her face. The peace meeting had been going on for hours and it showed no signs of ending. Why had she even been summoned? Archeron glared at the wall in front of her as she remembered: she was the Horde's ambassador to King Wyrnn, advising the King of Stormwind and the Alliance on prospects of peace.
Archeron crossed her legs, somewhat uncomfortably in her heavy armor, and sighed. She did NOT want to be here, she did NOT want to be in this room, she did NOT want to be in this castle, and certainly NOT in this city, in the slightest. She watched the king pace back and forth, listening to the other ambassadors. Archeron's vision soon became out of focus as she thought, tuning out the loud voices around her.
"Thrall is a fool if he expects Varian to vouch for peace…Varian is a fool if he expects to win this useless war without much loss…I'm surrounded by bloodyfools!"
"Archeron, if a peace negotiation with the…'Warchief' were to be proposed, where would it be held?" Varian asked, rousing her from her bitter thoughts. Archeron sighed and answered, "A neutral area agreed upon by all leaders involved. Somewhere with a separate or non-biased faction such as Dalaran, Shattrath, or Moonglade…should the need arise. She felt the tips of her mouth rise the slightest bit when she saw the makings of a scowl appear on Varian's face. The answer must have destroyed any attempts of assassination the King had for her Warchief. Silence issued as Varian paced, most likely concocting new plans for Thrall, or so Archeron believed. Bored as she was, Archeron decided to play a little game with the ruler of the Alliance.
"If the idea of peace appalls you so, then why have we been here for five hours?" Archeron inquired blankly. Varian was pulled from his thoughts by her rather unexpected question. His eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "I do not recall saying that I do not want peace." Noticing how the King had rather plainly refused to utter the phrase 'peace with the Horde'", she dismissed this statement with a wave of her hand.
"No, it was implied." Archeron fixed her glowing blue gaze on the King. "Thrall is intent on ending this war," she continued, "He, however, wishes for to end peacefully. Though I can assure you that he can, and will, do it with force if need be…and if that happens, all blood spilled will be on your head.
Varian stood roughly, fuming with anger. "How DARE you insult me in my own home?" This time, she didn't bother to hide her smirk.
"Insult you? I was merely stating a fact, your 'Majesty'", Archeron mocked, her voice dripping with dry sarcasm, the icy glow in her eyes seemingly growing brighter and more intense with each passing moment. However, she was quickly tiring of her game and turned to leave. Though she could not resist giving a few parting words as she turned her back on Varian.
"And it's a fact you would be a fool to ignore…" Archeron laughed inwardly as she felt Varian Wyrnn's glaring eyes boring into her back. She slowly walked through the halls of the castle, stopping by the armory to retrieve her sword. The death knight stood outside of the large building, quietly inspecting the runes etched into the blade. On it, she could almost see the dark, still warm, blood staining its surface.
Archeron inhaled deeply and stared emotionlessly at the ignorant fool peering at her with worry and suspicion plain on their faces as they paced the castle. She thought of the simplicity of their lives bitterly. Easy, comfortable, simple, peaceful. Yet she found it amusing that they did not know the harsh and cruel reality that lie just beyond the walls of their beloved city. They did not know anything of what Azeroth was actually like. These humans were resigned to watch as life quickly passed, and they withered with time. Archeron knew that none of them would do anything remarkable and they left their fate in the hands of 'heroes'.
Perhaps, though, it was better that they did not know…
"…Well, as they say, 'Ignorance is bliss,'" she thought bitterly.
Archeron walked slowly-for she was deep in thought-through the city aimlessly. Her thoughts had shifted from the pitiful humans around her, to the meeting. However, there was not much to reflect on other than one thing that kept coming to mind…
"Peace is for the weak…"
A/N: Alright, so that was chapter 1. Hope you liked it