Hello, my name is Isamu and welcome to my first story on this site. However before you go down and start reading the prologue there is a couple of things you should all be made aware of beforehand. First off, I've been formulating this story's overall plot for the past couple of months, far before I even joined this site as a legitimate reader. It has been a story in the making from my own general inspiration of Warcraft III, The Warcraft Books, my general love for World of Warcraft in general and Naruto the anime.

Now, I need to say that this story is my attempt at something I've yet to truly see made successful. A true Reincarnation story between Naruto and the Warcraft series. It's painful to see, but something I've come to realize nonetheless. Which is why I'm putting forth all my effort in-between my job and college work to forward this story to each and every one of you.

However, you should be made aware of the fact that I am going to be doing and adding a lot of changes here and there. Things that I feel will make the story more appealing to the reader's, I'll be adding in characters and those of my own design. So, do not be surprised if you see characters in the story that are not of either the Naruto or Warcraft verse.

Now, be aware again that, this is a Reincarnation story, therefore from what goes on here on out is my attempt at a Naruto in the Warcraft verse with a whole new origin while still connected to his past life.

And also, before anyone says anything about pairings, that is quite literally the FARTHEST thing from my mind right now. It'll be handled later on, but as of now, the story development is all that I care about right now. But just to make you all realize, this WILL be a Harem fic.

So, with that said, let's begin!

"The true measure of a shinobi is not how he lives but how he dies. It's not what they do in life but what they did before dying that proves their worth." ~ Jiraiya, The Gama Sennin

The Rise of Naruto Lightwing

Prologue: End of One Life, The Start of Another

'There truly couldn't have been a better ending...'

At least that was the mindset of one old man who sat alone, floating on nothing but air given his spiritual form that refused the pull of the otherworld if only of his own willpower that denied it's influence over him.

The old, so very old man stared through the window of his family home with nothing but acceptance in his withered gaze. A face full of wrinkles with six marks on his cheeks that somehow resembled whisker marks. His hair was a short, slightly spiky and was stark white/gray while having a small goatee. He was dressed simply in form fitting robes of the same design as what he died in. However his weathered appearance was still a high contrast to his eyes. Eyes that were of the deepest and brightest azure that they were said to shine with an otherworldly light. Even after the year's passed him by they never lost their luster, the power his eyes held and the authority he gave off with nigh but a simple stare.

There was no one on this planet that could match such a gaze, even with each new generation none could so match at stare into those twin pools of azure without kneeling before him. The only one to even be able to match him was his old friend whom died decades before. And even then, as he grew older it did not stop him from becoming weak as with age came wisdom and with wisdom came experience. So there was little too doubt that no one of this planet could kill him let alone match him in battle.

No, if anything, Uzumaki Naruto had proven long ago that no matter the crisis or the threat. He would stand tall and stalwart and crush any and all threats that would have otherwise destroyed the peace he and his friends brought forth in their youth. His will unwavering in the face of death's cold touch and determination that could move the Gods, Naruto proved to everyone that he would live for as long he could to ensure the peace he, Sasuke and his friends fought tooth and nail for stayed in stable hands.

And yet...everyone besides him had long since died and the only connection he had left in his life now was his village and family, both of which respected and loved him for who he is and was in the past. Having been the Nanadaime Hokage, he protected his village for the longest amount of time in the history of all the kages in the Elemental Nations. Even at the age of 153, his age did nothing to restrict his combat ability and more so, his power had only grown more insurmountable over the many decades due to his connection to Natural energy and Chakra tied to the earth and the energy of the cosmos due to his highly concentrated connection to his ancestor extra-terrestrials, the Ōtsutsuki clan.

Due in part to his connection to them and him entirely embracing and accepting Ashura's soul into him had in turn made him much more sensitive to the energy of the universe far exceeding his world. Something he first came in contact with during his battle decades ago with his long distant relative Toneri, where he did battle with the man on the moon just so he could stop his plans and save Hinata.

Ever since then he was able to accumulate this strange energy into his very being which under his control resonated with his own near limitless chakra and ungodly control over natural energy had left it's mark on his body. It left him revitalized, even in his old age he could still move and do battle with the best of them, as if he was still in his prime.

And yet, even with that new power Naruto couldn't have found it in himself to really care how much stronger it really made him. Because in reality, even as he quelled any form of opposition that threatened to break the peace he himself was holding together with his mere existence. Just as Hagoromo did before he himself died. He still felt one thing that made all the power he held, all the power that which made others see him as more of a man and akin to a God in mortal flesh feel truly mortal.

It was something so small and would be seen as so insignificant to other's, but to Naruto it was an emotion that made him still feel every bit mortal as he was when he was a child.

He was tired.

Physically, Emotionally and Mentally. Uzumaki Naruto was utterly drained in every sense of the word, exhaustion was evident in his posture and every step. Year's of fighting, year's of losing loved ones and year's of keeping the peace had taken it's toll on him. Living for so long, to never feel to touch of his loving wife and mother to his beautiful children, Hinata, had left the man entirely exhausted. Unable to see his friends again, to see his Godfather and sensei and his parents had taken their toll on his mind and in part both his soul and body.

In every sense, Uzumaki Naruto was just a walking corpse with the only living attachments he had now being his family.

His first two children, Boruto and Himawari had long sense grown of age and had children of their own and what was possibly the most painful thing was seeing them die before he did. Having to hold their hands as each died of 79 and 83 respectively. Having lost his two children, he made sure to raise his grandchildren who in turn grew up and had children of their own and the cycle continued until the Uzumaki Clan was reborn in Konoha in the form of his children and even still protected and guided under his watchful eye.

And seeing all of his grandchildren, great grand children and their children surrounding his bedside as his physical body was asleep peacefully in bed had warmed his old and withered heart considerably. Even if it was heart-wrenching to see them crying and bawling at his bedside, it was simply the way it had to be.

For death had finally come for him, Uzumaki Naruto fell asleep with a peaceful smile on his face with the last sight he saw being the smiles of happiness of his family, of his people, of his world cherishing the peace they so deserved.

….And death had come to claim his ever stubborn soul...

Sighing at the sight of their cries and tears once they found his body unresponsive and without any sign of life. Naruto gave one last gaze before giving a grin that he was world renowned at this point for.

"Live those of my blood, live for yourselves and those you hold precious to your heart. Bask in the peace and learn to love, grow and adapt as one. For my legacy...ends with you, my family." with his peace said, Naruto closed his azure eyes and finally allowed the grip from the otherworld to finally pull him away. His spiritual form glowing a bright golden before dispersing into a spiral of little golden orbs.

That day, October 10, Uzumaki Naruto, Nanadaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato and Savior of the World, died at the age of 154, the day of his birth with a smile on his face.

That same day, the whole world weeped at the loss of their Guardian, their Savior and protector. And in honor of his sacrifice, his deeds were marred into the earth and his name immortalized for centuries to come.

That day, Uzumaki Naruto died and disappeared from the world.

…

However...

...Everything...is not as it seems.

XxX

Majesty.

Grace.

Nobility.

Supreme and Absolute Authority.

These words did no justice but were the only way to describe the entity that dwelled among the Omniverse that was it's creation. The form the entity took was a reflection of it's own existence which questioned all of creation itself. It held no physical form but by it's will all things would, can and shall be undone. It was the embodiment of all things that can ever and never be done. It held no form of emotional attachment to it's creations but at the same time was still attached to them in regards for a rare few that had caught it's eye.

Not out of surprise nor for it to be through unexpected events, it was only because the entity knew beforehand. It was a see all, be all entity. It had come to be known throughout the multiple Universes as The Maker, The Elder One, The Ancient, The Precursor, The Great One, however the most simple term that could be given to this entity was simply put in one word.

God.

It was simple and to the point but the sheer power in that word alone coupled with this entities presence would have made any that came to the realization burst into oblivion for it went beyond their comprehension of such a being existing.

God, as it had come to be known as, was the Almighty One, The Supreme One that held full sway over all of Creation. It's Throne was made up of a thousand celestial universal galaxies and it's form was completely genderless. Bathed only in a swath of gold and white light and robes of the twilight covered it's form. It's eyes however could have been the most startling for they were two orbs of the purest gold, swirling in divine light that spilled forth with a quiet and regal power that overcame all reason and logic.

Time. Age. Death. Disease. None of these and more could ever reach it for they were at the end of it all a by product of it's own creation.

For the most part, the entity quietly reveled in the silence of the Omniverse that was it's Palace. The Central vortex of all Creation which was hidden amongst a sea of black holes and exploding star's. Leaving most of the responsibility of maintaining the balance of each Universe to each of it's wards, the entity silently watched it's creation's cycles begin, live, die and to live again in a endless cycle that had become an integral part of it's creation's internal system.

The Cycle of Life, one would say.

However, regardless of the entity's usual state of disinterest in most of the happenings of the world, certain events transpired have recently made it begin to take action.

Eyes full of regal celestial power narrowed slightly in annoyance, not of anger nor of rage. Only annoyance plagued the entity at the moment as it eyed one Universe in particular that it had come to pay more attention to then most others. And that was due to the fault of it's creations, the Titan's, in their ignorance allowed their strongest to be corrupted and bring forth a calamity that threatened to destroy all of creation in that single Universe alone.

"Aman'Thul and his siblings have failed me. This will need to be dealt with." it's voice boomed with absolution.

It had been lax in their creation, it simply created them on a whim just to bring forth some form of stability to that Universe as it had proven to be incredibly more aligned to it's polar opposite which was Chaos. However that was due to the corruption of the Old Ones and the Forces of Chaos spilling forth like a plague and infecting and destroying each and every single planet they touched. Normally it made all of it's universes to be aligned to Neutrality of the cosmos, but in the Titans ignorance the Universe was and is being threatened in the form of eradication of all things simply because one single Titan went mad with the forces of Chaos and was slowly becoming an annoyance it would rather have tossed aside.

However, there was one rule it had set in stone from the very beginning when it created these Universes and that was once it left, it would never interact with the Universe directly ever again. Leaving that responsibility to the Warden's it left for each corresponding Universe. Strictly speaking, once it left it's creations to their own devices it would never get in touch with them unless under extreme circumstances.

Which right now was becoming a very big possibility if it left the Universe of the Titans unchecked, in the long run it would become more than an annoyance and it would rather have it solved as quickly as possible.

With that in mind it's eyes turned a pointed gaze to another Universe on the opposite end of the spectrum from the other. One could even say it was the most successful of it's Universes it had ever created. Only because it had rid itself entirely of all the forces of Chaos that threatened to break it. Through perseverance and the actions of many the Universe had come through it all marred but clean and was now slowly flourishing into a very beautiful thing if it said so itself.

In some cases it had taken few noteworthy souls that died from that Universe and took notice of their worth, their actions in life and how they died and judged them on their values and actions. For some it sent them away to be reincarnated in the Titans Universe to see if it would bring any change in the destructive path it was heading towards. And as for others it withheld their souls from reincarnation for a time it saw fit to send them on their way.

But now, one soul it had been paying the utmost attention to had finally died, far outliving most humans and ever still fighting it's own grasp to take it's soul for it's reincarnation cycle. Which that in itself was a feat none had ever done before nor had the power to do so. God's power was absolute, it was unrelenting and immeasurable beyond words and reason. However this soul simply refused it's grasp through sheer willpower only to say goodbye to it's family. Such simple yet complex feelings were not alien to God but had not felt such things for it felt no need to have them.

...Until now...

It's hand reached out to the Universe and twisted, pulling and taking hold of the soul of the one who had ignored it's pull. Phantasmal energy was pulled from the Universe and into it's palm, swirling and gathering into an orb of the purest gold that it shined with the equal intensity of the God's very own eyes. It stared down as the orb took form and for the first time the supreme deity felt a warmth trickle through it's eyes as it looked down upon the soul of it's most favored son.

...Uzumaki Naruto...

Such a name was and would forever be marred into the man's home Universe as their Eternal Savior and Protector, The Bringer of Salvation some had said. The Embodiment of all Good Will and Light's mercy walking unto the mortal realm. And they were not too far from the truth as he had paid special attention when creating this young soul, at the very beginning it had been an experiment to see how much it would affect one's own universe if it dealt an indirect touch to the birth of a single soul.

And the results had been...unexpected, to say the least.

This young soul had grown up under a Prophecy formed by the Warden's he set forth in that Universe. A Prophecy foretelling the boy would either Save Humanity or bring about their damnation. And throughout the boy's entire life, through all the hardship of never knowing a parents love, the acknowledgment of his home or the respect of his peers, the boy still persevered to prove them wrong. Throughout everything, the boy grew into a man, gained friends, respect and reverence for his actions and benevolent nature. His never-ending sense of mercy and forgiveness was matched only by his tenacity and determination to never give up even in the face of overwhelming odds that would break any other.

The boy turned man had become a Saint of Righteousness and War in a world that only knew bloodshed. And at the end of his youth, brought an end to a Primordial Chaotic Entity and ushered in a era of Peace for centuries to come. And even as he aged and those he loved and cherished died one by one due to old age or other natural causes he still lived on. Breaking the boundaries of mortal age just to make sure his world would remain in peace.

Throughout that period, he witnessed the boy collectively mastering and collecting all the energy within him which only continued to grow as he grew older, the energy of the planet and even the energy of it's own essence had been collectively been absorbed into the boy's soul. Becoming more and more unique as time progressed and it was only until he died that the energy took form into what he saw now.

It was a twinkle, a seed of what could grow into something more and God wasn't one to snuff out such a thing since in essence the boy had absorbed it's own energy. Which again, in essence was beginning to change the boy's soul regardless of how old he got. Only the potential he could have realized would never be witnessed due to his age and the boy's own exhaustion.

In some form, this boy was it's son, the embodiment of it's will given true physical form.

Staring down at the golden soul though, God turned it's gaze back at the Titan Universe and soon it's eyes began to glow mysteriously.

"Yes, that may very well work." giving a slight nod, God turned back to the soul in it's hand and let out a small hum of acknowledgment. Yes, there would be no one better to save that Universe then this one. Though that Universe had it's Heroes they wouldn't be able to do anything against the threat that was coming for it. They just didn't have that power to overcome the Chaos that was too come. The main problem for them was the fact that they spent more time fighting each other then they would to unite in the face of true adveristy.

And with a threat like the Legion, they needed to stand together or they would all die but the leader's they had didn't have the charisma nor the heart to lead the world against Sargeras and the Legion nor against the Old Gods themselves.

In reality it all came down to this moment, God knew Uzumaki Naruto was a soul that had been entirely exhausted of battle. It was actually why he died like he did. His body simply gave up the will to live in spite of everything. But still it knew that it had a chance to stop what was too come to that Universe if he sent the boy there.

"Though most of your memories of the life you lived will never be retained, some will be needed to keep you who you once were." with it's choice made, God began to alter the soul's memory structure to suit it's needs.

With that in mind, the deity moved it's hand over the soul and began to alter remove it's past life's memories while keeping some of it's technical ones in check. It also began to churn the boy's power to match the energy of that Universe while also taking check of the other soul that was tied to the boy's soul since his birth, Kurama, and churned the beast's power into what would match that Universe as well.

Once it was done and it removed it's hand and once it looked upon the young soul ago it now shined with such brilliance that could have been seen from all the four corners of the Omniverse. Now with the boy's full power unrestrained it now shined with such golden light it was able to light up the entire eternal night of it's Omniverse.

An approving glow passed through the God's eyes before he reached out to the Titan's Universe and for the first time since time was memorial. God decided to indirectly alter the fate of one of it's creation...

By reincarnating the Embodiment of it's Will. The Avatar of Benevolence and Righteousness and the War God of Light's Wrath upon those of Chaos.

"Save that world as you did your last, surpass my expectations again boy. Allow me to see how truly far your soul will go..." with it's peace said, God sat and did what it had done since the dawn of creation.

It watched.

It waited.

It smiled.

XxX

Contrary to the belief of the Church of the Holy Light, miracles did seem to be the act of some form of God or another.

At least that was the case for one particular couple that lived in a minor settlement near the border's of Stromgaurde and the Hinterlands.

The couple in question were a rather young bunch, one was a woman whose beauty was such a stark contrast to the peasant clothing she adorned. Long bright gold hair fell down in a smooth silky curtain while sparkling purple eyes looked down at her pregnant bump. She had sharp yet soft symmetrical features and long elven ears that poked out through her long golden hair. Dressed in only a gown her hand rested on the little bump which was joined by another hand. The woman in question was a picturesque of beauty and grace that would have stolen the heart of any man that so much as looked her way.

However she was an exotic one for she herself was a quel'Dorei or a High Elf in the common tongue. She left the High Elf Hierarchy, Quel'Thalas and Silvermoon behind before the First War simply due to the fact she couldn't stand what her people were becoming and went on to find a better and simpler life, free from the magical and noble strife of her people.

Being the Firstborn child of the Windrunner Dynasty, Selaria Windrunner, the Eldest as far as she could remember of her three baby sister's at the time, Vereesa, Alleria and Sylvanas.

'Although while I wish I could have said goodbye to them before I left, they were far too young too remember me anyhow.' she thought slightly somber at the thought but it was needed for her to move on in life.

And finally she found what she was looking for in life now.

Her eyes moved to one who made this little miracle possible and her eyes drinked in the appearance of her lover. Like her, the man in question appeared to be in his late teen's. His face was starting to become more angular and his deep blue eyes sharpening over the years. His black hair was an odd style being both long and spiky which was tied into a ponytail. His physique was to the untrained eye one of a farmer but this woman knew him to be otherwise.

After all, the younger brother to Thoras Trollbane, current King of Stromgaurde, Regan Trollbane was the former General of the Stromgaurde Army before having left the battlefield in retirement. Tired of all the battle, the man sheathed his sword for the last time and left the matter's of the army to his brother Thoras. Now he was simply a farmer in one of the minor settlements in the Arathi Highlands.

He was also her husband and a soon to be father to their unborn child.

Regan smiled before leaning down to capture Selaria in a kiss before leaning his forehead against hers. His hand taking hers as they both rubbed her "little baby bump" as she came to call it.

''I can feel him kicking, Regan.'' Selaria's smile was practically divine in Regan's honest opinion. Yet he couldn't fault her for the happiness she seemed to exude it from every portion of her body. After all, when they met it was practically love at first sight and from thereon they spent the majority of their lives together. Having married under the matrimony and acceptance of their villages elder they had their surnames changed to Regan and Selaria Lightwing so that they could better blend in with the majority and escape the eyes of both their pasts.

From their on their love only continued to grow up until the point of trying to have a child together. However their attempts of having a child had been the thorn in their life as for one reason or another Selaria couldn't get pregnant with his child.

He knew he wasn't impotent and that Selaria wasn't damaged from having a child, Regan at first thought it was because of their different species but Selaria ruled that out because there was cases when High Elf's broke off like her and mated with the humans when they first came ashore the Eastern Kingdoms. With all other causes ruled out they simply settled on the fact that it just wasn't time yet.

They had patience and tried every time and finally their patience was rewarded when their village cleric found her to be with child.

It didn't bother either of the two that their child would be a Half-elf. Just the fact that it was their child was more than enough for them to love and cherish their baby. To do their best and raise him away from the horror's of war.

But both knew of the prejudice Half-elf's suffered from, the majority of humans despised them for their longer life spans and high elf's saw them as prove of their diluting bloodline.

Thankfully those in this small settlement didn't seem to care much about their unborn child's origin. Being more open minded then the rest of Azeroth had been no small amount of relief for the two parents. In fact it was more akin that the village was welcoming a new addition to their little but growing community.

''Yeah but you know, sooner or later we'll have to figure out a name for him.'' Regan said only to blink slightly when Selaria flicked his nose with a smile before turning her attention back to their little miracle.

''I wouldn't worry about that love, I feel like...we'll know exactly what to name him when the time comes. For now, let's just cherish the fact we'll both be parents to a strong and healthy baby boy, hm?'' Selaria's words and heart-warming smile melted away all his troubles. In response he simply get a small chuckle before wrapping her lithe frame in his arms before his hands lay atop her pregnant belly before kissing her on the cheek.

''Gods I love you Selaria...'' he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of her shoulder causing her to hum in delight.

''And I love you, Regan.'' her words came out in a soft giggle as their hands felt the movement from the result of their union.

Their little one seemed to respond to their touch...

'An excited one isn't he?' the two thought amusingly.

In that moment the two parents shared that moment of bonding, eagerly awaiting the birth of their child, thinking of all the moments they would share in raising their little miracle. To love, to cherish and to hold the knowledge in knowing that in spite of their era being filled with war and strife. They found their own eternal happiness in such a mundane, simplistic and yet fulfilling lifestyle.

…

However, the Drums of War can never be ignored and in spite of what they wished, they nor any of the Eastern Kingdoms would remain unscathed in the times to come.

For War...

Was coming.

XxX

There was a certain level of anxiety to be had when on the battlefield and many soldiers and warriors could personally attest to that being the case.

Once you were on the battlefield, you entered into a state of hypertension, your body would considerably grow hotter, your nerves would become extremely sensitive to the cool wind and the burning sensation of the hot sun bearing down on you. Your muscles would curl up and spring out at a single moments notice. Your senses would become incredibly more aware, allowing you too react much faster than you normally would under average circumstances of every day mundane life.

And Uther the Lightbringer was no exception to this fact.

Standing at a stalwart 6,4, Uther stood as an exemplar of his species with an impressive muscular physique that rippled with muscle, but not overly so to impede his movements. He had long auburn hair that had grown out during the end of the First War along with a full grown beard, but his most distinguishing feature had to be his electric blue/green eyes that were said to ignite into righteous orbs of the Light's wrath upon it's enemies. His body was covered in the Armor of the Order of the Silver Hand. White and gold plate armor covered most of his body, along with a dark blue shroud covering his shoulder's which drooped down his back. Which swinging at his left was his Libram of the Light while slung over his right shoulder was his weapon of choice. A monster of a hammer, it's shaft was a polished mahogany, while the head was made of pure adamantite. In honor of the Order of the Silver Hand, it's symbol, the Silver Hand rests in a bed of gold on either side.

However both his weapon and armor had been through the horror's of the First War and the beginnings of the Second War with the Horde led by the fearsome Ogrim Doomhammer. Throughout the First War when he was first made into the first ever Paladin and at the beginning of the Second had done both metaphorical and physical damage upon him. Both his soul and body carrying scars with each one carrying a story of their own. The horror's of the first war still left an imprint on his mind that would remain for as long as he lived.

Although the dawn of the new War was approaching, it meant nothing for Uther as he remained a Stalwart Paladin of the 8 Human Kingdom's and the Alliance as a whole. Acting as a Guardian of Proxy with the Kingdom of Lordaeron led by his old friend King Terenas Menethil II, being deemed the representative of the Kingdom of Britain, his former homeland of which he left when he was very young only to reunite during the time the Order of the Silver Hand was established by his former mentor Alonsus Faol. Being reunited with them during the time when Anduin Lotharcame in regards of the travesty of what had occurred to Stormwind. Llane Wrynn being assassinated by Garona Halforcen. Allowing the Horde a second chance to storm the city of Stormwind leading it to being ravaged, it's men brutally slaughtered, women raped and murdered and the children to suffer the genocide as well. It was only through Anduin's quick thinking that he was able to get as many of his people, including the young boy-prince of Stormwind, Varian Wyrnn, out of the city in time.

Establishing his connections with them again, with his family had been sort of a relief after everything he'd endured, but when they asked for him to return he simply couldn't. Uther Pendragon Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Britain had died when he ran away from home at the tender age of 10 year's old. And now Uther the Lightbringer, Veteran of the First War, Protector of the Human Kingdom's and Grandmaster Paladin of the Order of the Silver Hand was in his place. It wasn't what they wanted but his family respected his choice regardless and still were beginning to make preparations to aid in the Second War as of now.

Although there was the few moments he had with Igraine, the woman who had been the Queen's Handmaiden and a childhood friend of his before he ran away from home and all the responsibility of being King. Seeing her again after all these year's and re-establishing their lost and broken relationship had been something ontop of all else that pushed him further to win this war. To see and hold her again had made Uther push himself beyond all reason.

With preparations having to be made on all fronts, he had to bid farewell to Igraine and his family after since they had to begin their own war preparations, although in that amount of time he could of sworn he felt Igraine wanted to tell him something but didn't have the chance to. They had to go back to Britain, the sister country of Lordaeron and build up their own forces for war. However even with their departure they established a solid connection with Lordaeron and withheld trade routes with them and went as far as to send Royal Ambassador's for trade agreements between Terenas and Uther's father.

However, due to war on the horizon again, Uther was left to combat the first few scouting parties of the Horde he found coming through the Stromgaurd and the Wetlands. He had come with a few Silver Hand Initiates to root out these scouting parties while he left the battle at sea to Daelin Proudmoore and his Fleet.

'Though we've come across a few scouting parties here and there, these initiates still feel like their missing the fire the Order truly needs in these dire times.' being the Grandmaster of the Order, Uther had to think for what was best of the paladin Order and in truth was trying to find potential amongst the refugee's trying to flee from the Horde Invasion. However he left his unspoken disappointment only show in his eyes.

The initiates with him could fight, but they were unable to use the Light. Sure, any man or woman with half a brain to swing a sword after some training, but to use it in conjunction with the Light bestowed upon them took tremendous amounts of training, determination and perseverance. It was not for the faint of heart nor of the weak willed.

'Perhaps I can talk to Terenas about Arthas, the boy may be young now, barely 8 year's of age as of now. But in due time he may prove to have potential...' as his thoughts went to the young prince of Lordaeron though, he and his men were stopped when they suddenly heard the sounds of screaming and battle cries of orcs.

With his train of thought abruptly broken, Uther's face contorted tightly into a visage of a scowl before brandishing his mighty hammer. ''Initiates, on me!" with a clank of agreement they followed Uther as he made his way due west of where the sound originated.

It only took them 3 minutes to reach the point of where the sounds were coming from and once they did Uther's face turned into a fierce scowl as he saw the slaughter before him. Orc's, trolls, ogre's and goblins alike were tearing apart a small settlement. The light itself ignited like a fierce fire as he saw bodies of those dead laying at his feet. Men, women and children alike...

Flashes of memories from the first war were coming back to him and Uther reared up his massive hammer and ordered his men. "CHARGE!"

And what took place couldn't have been called a battle, it was more of a slaughter. With Uther at the forefront, his hammer in hand crushed skulls and bodies alike while Judgement spells of the Light rained down with all the ferocity of an angry Angel. Uther's battle cries filled with both righteous anger and sorrow for those that died only fueled him to go forth.

The Horde Scouts were vastly overwhelmed but still fought on despite the odds they faced in the angered Paladin. Some less strong willed of them such as the Goblins tried to flee, but were ultimately killed by the Initiates. Uther on the other hand was more akin to an Angel of War, revealing why he was the Grandmaster of the Order of the Silver Hand. Utilizing his skill with his hammer and the light he made short work of many orcs that blindly charged him in an attempt to overcome him with numbers.

And it was during that battle something both fascinating and terrible happened.

Thwack!

Uther was forced to stop as he saw a green blur passed by him before slamming into remaining orcs and upon closer inspection he found it was quite possibly the Scouting parties leader. It was a truly massive orc, double the height of an average one. However the state it was in was entirely shocking as it's arms have been ripped off and it's legs crushed into nothing but broken bone and gore. It's chestplate were shattered with a small indention in it's chest showing that whatever hit the orc had to be incredibly small.

It...almost looked like...

''L-lord U-uther...l-look...'' one of his initiates spoke causing him to look in the direction the orc came from and what he saw made his eyes widened in pure shock.

For he saw a child...

A mere child, possibly around the age of Arthas...

A child whose fist was outstretched, his body covered in the blood of his parents, but his golden spiky hair and eyes of the most striking gold that it pierced directly into Uther's very soul, such was it's power stared back at him.

But that wasn't all that Uther felt from this boy, it was what he felt through the Light that made him tremble on the spot. While his eyes were unique, scary to a degree. It was the sheer power of the light flowing through this boy that Uther felt himself rooted in place. Only those that were as connected to the Light as he were able to sense the potential of the Light in others and while everyone had to train to utilize the light. There had been none so far that were born inherently with the ability of the Light itself flowing through their body.

And the amount he felt in this boy...

It was like staring straight into the core of the sun!

By God, his eyes were burning from the intensity!

'By the Light...what...this child...'

…

And then...

The boy tumbled, the strange anomaly in his eyes vanished soon after. Adrenaline fled his body and the boy fell back...

Only for Uther to move faster than he had ever moved before in his entire life. For one reason or another, he felt if he let this child fall that it would be a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life. His heart beat erratically in his chest as he caught the boy in his left arm. However he grimaced from the amount of blood and wounds on his body. His eyes merely glanced behind to boy to see the two disfigured corpses of what he knew had to be the boy's parents.

Dammit all!

A grim expression took hold of Uther's face before he turned his head to glare at the remaining Horde scout party before holding the child safely in his left arm before brandishing his hammer downwards.

"Remember this sight well boys. The light shows benevolence to only those that deserve it's mercy. But for those of the wicked and the vain, they will learn the true wrath of the Light given form! Strike them down!" raising his hammer high into the sky, Uther's hammer and by extent his entire body was bathed in a swath golden light that shined with such brilliance it was truly blinding.

His hammer soon became a crackling righteous weapon to which in a flash was brought down and in a flash of bright white light the earth sundered and cracked before the skies opened up to reveal a bolt of pure golden divine light in the shape of a lightning bolt shot down. Striking down the entire Horde party with such intensity they were incinerated into nothing but ash from the heat alone.

However, unknown to all, the little boy in Uther's arms weakly stared at the scene, transfixed just before exhaustion finally claimed him and his eyes finally drifted into a well deserved sleep.

XxX

''Report." came the curt order of Uther as he sat by a campfire a few yards away from the ravaged settlement.

The initiate seemed to hesitate before finally answering his Lord.'' There...are no survivor's my lord. The Horde had them all killed before we arrived, the only survivor...is that boy." he said gesturing to the lad. Uther after hearing this let out a mournful sigh as he hoped against all hope that at least another had survived the genocide.

"Although...we did find some things still intact in that boy's house. Though we dare not investigate without your approval.'' the Initiate said causing Uther to frown but nonetheless. Normally such things if left intact were to be taken in by the Army to fuel their Campaign against the Horde. However, any of these objects in question could help enlighten him to this boy's origins.

''Put all you found in a bag and place it in one of my horses saddlebags. I'll go over what you've found when we return to Lordaeron.'' he said to the young lad.

After the Horde party had been wiped out he had his men start scouting the area to try and hopefully find any survivor's. While he in the meantime went to start healing the boy that struck down the Orc Captain from before.

Mentally thanking his previous training as a Cleric before being made a Paladin he was able to heal most of his injuries, but what was astonishing to himself was that the boy had a natural healing factor that increased his own physical healing by at least 10 fold of the natural human body. The only real injury he really had to heal by the time he brought the boy over was a minor case of hyper exhaustion and a concussion.

Still, taking a mental note of this and adding ontop of the other strange things about this boy, he couldn't help but too look at the boy laying beside him. He had wrapped the boy in his own shroud to protect him from the elements as his clothing from before had been in tatter's and barely hanging onto his body.

Now that things had calmed down, he was able to get a better look at the boy in question and his appearance was pretty unique. His hair wasn't blonde but more like gold, as if his hair was kissed by the sun itself. It was slightly long and unkempt and the newest feature he found on the boy was the six marks marring his cheeks. At first he thought they were scars from the Orc Captain from before but that was out of the question since it wasn't an injury of any kind.

If anything they were birthmarks.

However that wasn't the only thing, upon closer inspection and known only to himself, he found that the boy had much lighter features typically associated with their now High elven allies. Sharp eyes yet an angular jawline, a broad physique most assuredly from his father but symmetrical features that made him look incredibly more defined than most children his age. It had to be from his mother because the final thing he found from the boy was what made Uther realize what this boy actually was.

It was his ears, they were more defined and were slightly pointed at the end similar to an elf but much less so. However it was that feature alone that made Uther realize that this boy was...

A Half-elf.

Personally, Uther had no problems with these type of people, hell he knew a few decent ones, but it was the resentment they faced from the Humans and the High-elf's he was worried about. Although it wasn't like he wouldn't protect the boy if it came down to it just because of petty prejudice.

Still his mind could only go back to the scene he and his men witnessed during the battle. Although short, it had more of an impact on Uther would care to show others. It left a deep impression on him that this boy was anything, but normal. First, he somehow has enough strength in such a small body to crush such a giant orc like that one from before with only his fists. And to even send the orc flying and leaving it to die in such a condition alone made Uther question what this child really was.

And then there was his eyes, by the light, just remembering the boy's golden orbs for that split second sent a shiver down Uther's spine. The sheer raw power in those eyes alone made his very soul quiver in fright at what was hidden in those frightening yet righteous orbs.

Then finally, was the boy's connection to the light...

'Never before have I ever felt someone so strong in the Light till now. Under no circumstances are any of us mortals allowed to be so favored by the light as this boy but we are still given the chance to work in the light's name and glory. We are undeserving of it's faith and love for us...and yet this boy...' his electric blue/green eyes peered down at the boy for the longest moment and yet again he saw beneath that mortal shell, the sheer potential within the boy. The light that seemed to shimmer directly underneath the boy's body.

A cold shiver went down his spine again...

'No...' Uther frowned as he raised his hand and gently pat the boy's head. Understanding beginning to fill his gaze. 'It's not that the boy is favored by the light. More like...the Light itself loves this boy as if it were it's own son.'

Such a prospect would be completely dismissed and called out to be incredibly ridiculous by those of the Religious followers of the Church of the Holy Light. However, the evidence was too strong for Uther to ignore as it was laying there right beside him in the form of a child.

''Um...sir?'' blinking Uther turned to look at another Initiate with a questioning glance. ''Yes, what is it lad?'' he questioned the initiate who by physical appearance was probably in his late teens. Someone who had just come of age to wield a sword and fight in the war.

''Well...what are we going to do with him sir?'' he asked giving a pointed gaze to the boy and for a moment Uther saw a brief flash of fear in the young initiate's eyes which caused him to frown. It wasn't like he couldn't understand the lad's emotion but the fact was this was still a boy who had done no ill will towards them and deserved a chance like any other.

Still, the question was a solid one, something Uther had been thinking about for awhile now. There were plenty of refugee's trying to escape the Horde as it was now bolstering it's force in preparation for it's invasion. There was only so much Lordaeron could accept before being overrun.

Then he felt a small metallic object in his hand and he looked down at what he was tinkering with and his eyes seemed to sharpen once he stared at the object. It was the only note worthy object he found on the boy. It was a pendant of a strange sigil that he hadn't seen before. He first thought it was a symbol of a important House of Nobles but he hadn't seen such a pendant throughout the First War nor when the gathering of the 8 Human Kingdoms was brought to Lordaeron.

It was bathed in pure gold with an outline of blue and red, it's design was unique in of itself as well for it had the appearance of an eagle staring to it's left while it's body went down into the shape of sword while it's "wings" were spread outwards. However these were nothing like an eagles wings. They actually resembled the wings of a different kind of creature although he couldn't figure out what.

Then he flipped it over and read the faintly inscribed letters on the pendant and from looking at it then to the boy, he figured that these letters were in fact the boy's name.

"Naruto Lightwing"

'Lightwing huh? Well Naruto itself sounds like a strong name, but Lightwing is almost similar to my own title Lightbringer, hmph.' thinking ahead Uther finally clasped the pendant in hand before deciding to answer the initiate with something he'd been thinking of for awhile now.

''We shall be taking him with us back to the Capital for now, I shall see to it he's properly taken care of and possibly figure out anything else from what happened. Any additional information could prove beneficial for us to get the drop on any other scouting parties in the area.'' he said and though he saw the initiate wasn't all too thrilled to have the boy coming he ignored it altogether. It was his choice and he'd be damned anyone tried to change his mind.

''Y-yes sir.''

''Good, gather the rest, we'll bury the dead and then move out as soon as we are done.''

''Yes my lord!''

And that's the end of this prologue.

Now I know for sure a lot of you may be questioning what I did here and I'm going to explain why.

First off, yes, there are 8 instead of 7 Human Kingdoms in this story with Britain being the eighth one. This was my choice as I wanted to add some flavor to the stories plot and I felt this would help because for one Uther the Lightbringer was originally based off the Welsh King Uther Pendragon, the Father of King Arthur. Which should also give you some enlightenment on the origins I gave Uther in this prologue. However it's been changed up to get his past across more smoothly.

That and I just love Warcraft Uther's character, sue me.

Now as for Naruto himself, I know there was very little involvement of him in this chapter, but this was just a prelude to his story. His origins in this story although should be explained as I created Regan and Selaria's character's to be aligned with the current happenings of the Warcraft world. Plus it makes it for an interesting perspective that I've yet to see be done at all so yeah.

Half-elf Naruto: I know for sure some of you won't like this but I find this change to be a really fun idea from the standard Human Naruto stories out there so I wanted to give it a try.

Although I must admit, I've yet to play Warcraft I and II and could only go by what I know from the wiki so if I mess up any ages please tell me so I can fix them. Though I have read the Book: Rise of the Lich King which will remain as some form side-point to Naruto's overall growth storyline.

As for the "God" it is just as I have made it out to be, the supreme deity of all things. It is the Creator, the Almighty one that stands above all else. Although it will have very little involvement in this story.

Now I hope you enjoyed this little prelude and if you have any further questions please leave them in a review, would you kindly?

Bye now!