Ch 1:Prologue
(I didn't make World of Warcraft. Just getting that out of the way.)
(WARNING: Alternate WoW Universe!)
There are rare times when enemies unite under one banner, or in the case of my story, 40. The year is 49. I sit hear at my desk writing you this story on the true horrors of the 2nd Invasion. The 40 clans, all established threw there armor, where all that stood between the Burning Legion and total control of Azeroth. It started when Varimathras betrayed the forsaken, killing Sylvannas and fleeing into the Plaugelands. Soon, the Burning Legion was back, stronger then it previously was. The first to fall was the Forsaken, still scattered from the loss of there leader. Then the Night Elves. Soon, the Orcs followed and most of Azeroth was in control of the Legion. The dwarves were stuck in Ironforge while the human city of Stormwind was a warzone. Mulgore was trapped and supplies were dwindling. Then, we came. The 40 clans stepped out of the darkness. The first to appear were the Wrath. The gnomish clan of warriors stormed the streets of Stormwind, re-opening the Deeprun Tram to Ironforge and saving the young king. Soon more and more stepped out of the darkness. The Orc shamans clans of Earthshatter and Earthfury broke out into the streets of Durotaur, while the nightelf Wildheart druids stormed Telidrassil, backed by the gnome rouges of Bloodfang. Soon all of the clans, including mine, had went into Azeroth to attack the Burning Legion. We all thought the war would be over soon. We were wrong.
