Dazzazzle: Hi readers, sorry I wasn'wasn't able to update the Vengeance of the Trolls. It is because it is so hard to work with trolls. So here I am making another story. Here goes nothing. Oh and BTW I need ideas on the trolls, I had a plot but I think I lost it. (chuckles nervously)

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I do not own DotA 2. It is owned by Steam and Valve. It was created by IceFrog. (The only thing I own is the plot of this story and the OCs)

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"Letters in Italic are thoughts."

{Letter's in the Brackets are Translation Notes}

--0-(By Code and Honor)-0--

Yurnero ran. He ran for his life. Several of the Dread Lord's Elite Guard are chasing him, to apprehend him. They were bringing him to their so called 'justic' which was just as crooked as killing a hapless infant just because it cried for milk. They were chasing him because he disobeyed the Dread Lord's order to kill a civilian who wandered into the palace by accident. Yurnero wouldn't do it, it was in the Juggernaut's code to reflect before acting. The Elite Guard have long left that path.

His ankle caught a root. He gripped Blade Fury, his sole companion who has been with him since birth, and fell forward. Yurnero by instinct immediately jumped up, before getting snagged into a trapper's net. Yurnero cut it immediately, but it was too late as he felt pain shoot up his right shoulder. He looked at his arm and found an arrow imbedded deep into the bone. Yurnero broke it, knowing that pulling it off would take more time. He started to run again but started rather sluggishly, the pain in his arm making it hard to move.

Yurnero was pushed to the ground by a blast. His back was singed and his ears were ringing from the magical blast on his back. The left side of his mask was burned of and the flames were steadily eating at him. Blood ran all over him, and his sight became blurry. Yurnero's consciousness was slipping as he slipped into darkness almost equal to death.

The guards found him and brought him back to the palace, where he is to be judged for his 'crimes'.

Yurnero woke up in a very uncomfortable position, his feet dangling down as his hands were chained to the ceiling. "Well, well, well, Yurnero-san{san is a Japanese honorific for Mr., Ms., and Mrs.}. The direct descendant of the great Faceless One the creator of the Way of the Juggernaut. I would love to pardon you of your offense, if you would kill someone for me," the voice was the Dread Lord's who entered the filthy prison cell that Yurnero occupied. Two Elite Guards entered with him.

--0-(Shadeshore Ruins)-0--

"Mama! Mama," a blonde haired kid said running down the stairs from his bedroom one early morning, "Dad is coming! He is near!" The kid has pale skin and gills on his neck. He also has short blonde hair and golden eyes that glows with the sunshine. The ball of energy ran back and forth from the entrance of the building to his mother.

"Sweetie dear, dad is not coming home in five days," his mother, a creature from the sea, calmed him in a singsong voice.

"But he is by the gates, and he has some friends with him! Come see! Come see!" the child pouted then ran out to greet his 'father' and 'friends'.

When the child's mother came out from the house to check, behold a squad of knights from Vigil Keep rode on the horses into the ruins. "Sven," the mother called, "run, Sven! Run!" Sven looked at his mother confused. Hearing the mother's cry the horsemen dug their heels into the sides of their steeds and galloped. "I said run!" The mother pulled out her ornate twin blades from her the sheath on her back.

Sven ran as fast as his little legs can when he saw his mother draw her blades. The horse could've caught up to him in no time, if it weren't for his mothers(!?) attacking them. "Huh, a mirror image," the horsemen said unsuprised by the magic Sven's mother used.

"You shall not touch my son!" The mother's usual singsong voice was still there but steeled with anger.

"Die, mongrel," the lead knight cursed the mother before charging at her.

--0-(Tahlin Castle)-0--

Blood littered the king's throne, not just any kind of blood, royal blood. The blood of the King, Queen, the eldest prince, the youngest prince, and all other witnesses of the scene. Guards, maids, butlers, all murdered by one hand, a Veiled Sister disguised as a dancer. Only two people were left alive: the murderer and the second son to the house of Tahlin.

"Please don't kill me," the second son weakly said. He was in a corner with the Veiled Sister towering over him. His satyr tail tucked under him and he is clutching his head and is crying a river.

"Don't worry, I will make this quick," the Veiled Sister said, she was without remorse. She had her veil over her face and her dagger was in her hand as she slowly walked to the prince. She dashed at him with her blade directed at him. What she didn't expect was a smoke bomb and that her target had a cloak.

The Sister held her earlobe then spoke, "Four targets down, but one escaped."

A voice spoke to her and only she could hear it, "Who is the one who escaped?"

"The second prince, Rikimaru."

"Don't worry, he is not important, just as long as you got the King, Queen, and eldest son, the mission is accomplised. If so return to HQ."

"Yes, mother."

"I love you very much, dear Mortred. Make it home safely," the voice said before ending the telepathic line.

Although the city was under the Veiled Sisters' control Mortred still used the window to get out of the palace. She hopped from the window and into the slums of the satyr city, only to dissappear.

--0-(Somewhere in the desert of Misrule)-0--

Two dragon slayers walked into the cave. The first is a big man with brown hair, a short beard, and wore fire resistant leather armor with chainmail underneath. The second is a woman with smooth black hair that reached down to her her waist, beautiful face that had some scars, and wore armor that was like the man's.

"Davion, are you sure this is the right cave?" the woman asked unsure of the man's decision.

"Yes, Aurora, my friends couldn't have been wrong," Davion sniffed the air. "He is here, get ready," Davion unslung his shield from his back and unsheathed his sword.

They heard a voice, suddenly there was fire light in the cave, "Puny humans have come to take my head again. They always try to get it one way or another." The dragon sounded tired. Davion was... ...disappointed, the once legendary Slyrak, the Red Dragon Emperor, was old and tired. Slyrak's scales were hanging loose on his old skin. There was no more fire in his eyes. Davion let down his guard. Aurora was confused at this.

"Let us go, Aurora, there is no honor in slaying an old man," Davion slung back his shield on his back and was about to leave when Slyrak called him.

"You there young dragon slayer, what is your name?" Davion stopped in his tracks and looked at the old dragon.

"My name is Davion."

"I have seen many a dragon slayer, but all were without honor. Some I am going to give you something," Davion got interested and walked back to the dragon with Aurora trailing behind him.

"I will give you the power of a dragon and in exchange will you end my life?" Slyrak asked the slayer.

"Why should I end your life?"

"Have you not read books?! Fine I will make this quick explanation. When a being slays a dragon they are granted power. This power is... How do you say that in human tongue... Different for all dragons and humans. When slain the dragon lives on in the blood of the human and the human lives a longer life than most humans. The dragon in turn lives also in the offspring of the human that slew that dragon. So what do you say?" Slyrak explained, to the attentive Davion.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I could not live a long life without my fiancé, Aurora," Davion explained gesturing to his fellow dragon slayer, who blushed.

"Well, I know some old dragons, yes, maybe her," Slyrak was deep in thought, puzzling the two dragons slayers. "زثحلوسحيزلحز," the dragon muttered some incoherent words and transformed into an old male human, a naked one. Aurora, gasped and covered her eyes. "Oops, sorry about that, ورمثةخصو," he summoned some clothes.

"I know a female dragon, the woman can be the slayer so both you and her can live equally long lives. What do you say?" Slyrak really wanted this.

"Let us talk about this first," Davion then took Aurora's hand and led her out of the cave.

"Do you want this?" Aurora asked her fiancé once they were out of the cave.

"Yes, if it is for his good, then there is honor in this deed. I can't just let him be slain by a evil person who will abuse the power. But, I will not do this if you do not want me to. Do you?" Davion looked into her eyes waiting for her answer.

"Yes, I want our children to be strong. And I want to be with you forever," the two lovers kissed at the end.

--0-(The End)-0--

Dazzazzle: Please review. I accept criticism, advice, and thoughts on the story. And sorry the last part was kinda corny. XD The spells are letters Arabic although I do not understand Arabic.

Please tell me where I made mistakes. TY