The violet hold
Chapter one
The breach
While doing his routinely checks of the magical runes used within Dalaran's prison, the Violet hold. Making sure the fields of magic that keep the prisoners within their cells were working, the Warden was, while proud of his work, bored. It was commonly known that being warden of Dalaran was while not pointless, one of the less gratifying duties. The post being swapped between Dalaran mages every month, to make sure that the Wardens only had to endure it for a short period of time.
Coming to the end of his month this week, the current Warden was beginning to become bored of his post. While being able to see some of the most dangerous creatures from around this world and beyond sealed within the prison was amazing at first, the attraction soon wore off due to the fact they never did anything, being stuck in stasis.
The warden signed. He noticed his breath was misty.
'That's odd.' He said aloud.
Knowing that the temperature within the prison was monitored and regulated by magic and should never be low enough for mist to form. Doing a quick spell to check the spell matrix maintaining the temperature was still working, the warden saw nothing wrong with the spell itself. Puzzled he stood for a moment pondering what could have changed the temperature, while also hoping one of his colleagues was not playing a prank on him.
He was shocked out of his thinking by a sharp pain coming from his feet, as he looked down his eyes grew wide with shock. The pain was coming from his feet, now frozen in ice, not only was this the case, but the ice was quickly rising up his legs. With reflexes gained battling the Scourge and the Horde, he quickly cast a spell to counter the ice, but it had no effect on the magical ice that was now forming rapidly. Panic quickly started to take hold of him as the ice was now moving over his waist.
Looking for help the warden saw something truly unexpected. Standing to his right was a female High Elf dressed in azure blue, with shockingly blue eyes that looked at him with a sadness he didn't understand. The ice, almost to his chest now, was making it harder for him to breath. Desperate he called out to the elf for help. The Elf shook her head.
'I am sorry, but we can no longer allow your magic to destroy this world.' She told him.
The Elf's form started to shimmer and shift, growing, expanding in different places. The Elf changed into a form that left the Mage chilled to his bone, which had nothing to do with the ice surrounding him.
Eyes growing wider still at the scene before him the warden tried in a frenzied panic once more time to counter the magic sealing him. One last gasp was all he managed however, before the ice sealed around his mouth and covered his face.
The creature that now stood where the High Elf female had been moments before looked at the now solid block of ice. With great sadness she shattered the ice. Knowing that this must be done, the creature quickly turned and began her work.