Disclaimer: I dont own WoW, just the characters and plot of the story.
Sooooo! ok this piece has been in the back of my mind for quite some while now and i couldnt write my other story without this one getting in the way and so i decided to type it up and was like hmmm i could see this one becoming a story too...and well i was like wat the hell! might as well post it :D
also i kinda just decided to wing this part cause idk really about when the scourge attack Silvermoon, Stormwind, etc. and if u get confused with the first bit just let me no and if it helps ill add a lil summary on that part so u wont be all confuzzled cause i no when i read it i was like whoops! but anyway time for me to quit chattering!
Enjoy!
Prologue
They call it a gift, its nothing but a damned curse. Hearing the faint sounds of a door creaking open, shuffling feet and the jingle of keys trying to be held quietly, he opened his eyes slightly. A curse, that can not be lifted by even the strongest will of magic. The sound of a key being put into a lock made him lift his head. A curse, that threatens your whole life if you don't learn how to control. Hearing the click he narrowed his eyes. Control, he smiles at the thought, no you can not control it; it can only be subdued for so long. His cell door groaned on its hinges as it was pushed open, a familiar face poking their head around the door looking inside the cell before their eyes met his.
"We need to hurry we don't have much time!" The young boy whispered rather loudly. The sound of yelling was heard up stairs as boots made there way across the room. The young boy stared at the ceiling as dust fell whenever a soldier ran across the room; panic flashed over the young boys features as he realized where the boots were heading. They were heading for the cellar.
Pushing the cell door the young boy ran to him quickly fumbling with the keys as he tried to unlock him from his chains. The cellar door slammed open as two soldiers ran down the stairs. The young boy's hands began to shake as he undid the last lock that was bound to his wrist. He stumbled forward catching himself on the boy's shoulder as the two soldiers appeared, their swords drawn.
Once it surfaces you lose all control, you become a different person…a killer…a murderer…a monster. His hands curled into fists as he felt it stir from the darker confines of his mind. The boy took a step back feeling a sudden temperature change in the room, the man he just released was emanating a fierce amount of heat.
"Get away from him kid!" One of the soldiers said raising his sword into a battle stance.
His eyes turned into a darker fel green as his hand sparked to life with arcane power before it flickered into a sudden flame. Uncurling his hands he held two balls of fire that grew immensely once he felt it emerge.
"What are you doing!" A voice yelled as three more soldiers came running down to the cellar. "The damn scourge are attacking! Screw the damn-"
It's a curse that has been passed down from generation to generation, he smiles wickedly at the five soldiers who are left at his mercy, I am one of those unlucky few who bears this so called gift…who bears this damn curse.
OOOOOOOOOO
"Layna!" She heard a familiar voice scream. Jolting upright from her sleep she smelt the foul stench of decayed and rotten flesh. Jumping out of bed she saw her two loyal pets had taken guard of the door, growling in their throats they stayed crouched waiting for anything to barge in.
'Layna go!' Her artic wolf, Cloud, yelled at her. A shrill scream echoed through her home as she realized the voice that yelled her name was one of the maids.
'We have you covered, now leave!' Her tiger, Ink, growled at her.
Jumping out of bed she rushed to the other door that led to an underground tunnel that her husband had built for his own comfort knowing that if something ever happened she would at least be able to get away. Opening the door she let out a sharp whistle before running back to her bed side and picking up the small bundle that had began to squirm in her arms.
"Lady Layna!" She turned around to see one of the city guards panting."We must go now!"
Nodding she held the small bundle close to her running past the guard, down the stairs into the safety of the tunnel. Turning around she heard the sound of splintering wood explode inside her room before she heard the growls and roars of her two pets. Her eyes grew wide as she felt a sharp pain stab into her like a dagger that was suddenly yanked out leaving her body to burn on the inside; the bond that she had with one her of pets suddenly disappeared like the bond never existed. One of them was gone. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, Ink was dead.
Stumbling, the guard put an arm around her waist hoisting her up pulling her along down the tunnel. She felt a slight breeze flow through her hair and held onto the small bundle more firmly fearing what she might see or encounter as they exited the tunnel. Two other city guards were waiting for them along with her cheetah, Fang, who was the less experienced of her three pet. 'Layna they're everywhere...' Fang said turning to the city. Looking over at the city she saw smoke rising. Silvermoon had been breached.
"Damn scourge!" the guard who escorted her said under his breath.
Another stabbing pain shot through her body as they heard the agonizing yelp echo through the tunnel. "Quickly we must go," she groaned. "They're following us."
"Go!" The guard that had escorted her said taking up his weapon that had been attached to his back. "I'll hold them off."
"Lady Layna, come lets go." The two guards started to make there way into Eversong Woods before they heard the sound footsteps coming from the tunnel. "Shit! Layna now!"
'Layna come on,' Fang said nudging her to move.
Turing around she ran to the two other guards following them through Eversong Woods with Fang running ahead leading the way. Feeling something move in her arms she almost forgot what she was caring. This is why she had to make it out alive, not only for her sake or her husbands but for the little life she was holding against her chest. 'Layna...' Fang skidded to a stop growling as two figures appeared from behind the trees. The two guards stepped in front of her taking up their weapons. "Lady Layna go quickly. Your Hawkstrider should come to you once it knows your close."
"Please be careful..." she said to the guards. They nodded to her before charging the two figures. "Fang!"
Fang turned around running beside her growling loudly, 'Someones following us.'
"Not for long." Fang looked up at her as he sensed her body taking up the aspect of the cheetah. Jumping over a branch she looked over her shoulder noticing the shine of black armor and blue glowing eyes that had the thirst for blood. Narrowing her eyes at the person she let out an animal like growl warning them to back off as she felt her feet touch the earth, looking back at the direction she was running to she dug her left foot into the ground using it as a launch pad for the aspect of the cheetah to take affect. Pushing off she felt the wind whip through her hair as she felt her speed and momentum increase, her long strides moving as if they had a mind of their own, her breathing evening out from long breaths of air. Soon her and Fang ran as one matching each others speed, zigzagging through the trees leaving a trail of leaves floating through the air.
She didn't know how long she had been running but she knew and recognized the area, she was close to the border. Smelling the scent of water she knew she was one step away from being safe, then the river came into view. Relief spread across her face as she placed her feet at the edge of the water crouching slightly before launching herself through the air jumping across the water. Landing on her feet she turned watching Fang swim across till she sensed something close by. The first thing she saw were those blue eyes as the person appeared from the shadows riding a horse that she had never seen before.
Layna! Turning around her Hawkstrider came into view sensing that she was in danger. Nodding to Fang they both ran towards the Hawkstrider as they heard the thud of something landing behind them. Fang skid to a halt spinning around roaring at the person that had jumped across the river. Turning around her eyes widened as she saw Fang charge the person head on. "Fang!"
Layna run! Fang screamed in her mind as he lunged at the person only to be knocked aside flying into a tree. The Hawkstrider nipped at her hair pulling on it, she turned around pulling her self up holding onto the reins as the Hawkstrider tried to escape. LAYNA!
Her Hawkstrider shrieked in pain, flailing its wings in the air shaking its body side to side. Holding onto the reins she clenched her jaw trying to regain control as the bird collapsed to the ground. Twisting her body she landed on her back crying out as something sharp cut into her shoulder. Cursing under her breath she rolled onto her side setting the small bundle on the ground. Pulling the piece of cloth away slightly she looked into bright emerald eyes of a baby that stared at her curiously. Smiling she put a shaky hand on the baby's forehead whispering, "Don't worry, were going to be fine, your going to be alright. Mommy will protect you."
She heard the person yell and spun around to see Fang holding on to the person digging his claws into the plate armor while trying to swat at his head leaving scratch marks on the helm that were barely visible. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a arrow lying on the ground with blood at the tip. Her own arrow the guards prepared for her had injured her. Grabbing the single arrow she saw her bow had landed not to far away.
Standing up she ran for her bow and let out a war cry as she grasped it. "Fang move!"
Using the man to push himself off he ran back to Layna as she let the arrow go watching it penetrate the persons armor hitting them in the chest. The person yelled out in agonizing pain, their cry sounding like a faint echo as they fell to the ground.
'Layna lets go.'
"My shoulder got injured," she said walking back to over to the small child. "I need you to carry h-"
She felt an odd sensation, something she never felt before. Purple chains wrapped around her body as she felt herself being jerked back off the ground slamming into something that she collided with.
'Layna!' Fang began to run towards her but stopped when she snarled, "Fang run, run now!"
Watching as his master was yanked back into the enemys hands he was relectant to leave but when she let out an animal like growl at him he roared turning around and biting onto the cloth that held the innocent child disappearing from view. Hearing a blood curtling scream he shut his eyes running faster picking up speed trying to get as far away as possible even though his mind was screaming at him to go back, to go back and defend his master.
Jumping away she lost her footing and fell to the ground as she saw Fang disappear into the words before her instincts told her to move. Turning around she gasped as the person had slung their axe over their shoulder using every ounce of their strength to pull it down onto her. Rolling out of the way it hit the ground where her head was just moments ago. Taking the chance she grasped her arrow that was still lodged into the person's chest and swung her legs up onto the persons stomach before she kicked her feet forward sending the person backwards onto his back as the arrow left his chest leaving a hole that was now gushing blood.
Reacting on instinct she lunged forward at her prey holding the arrow high in the air before she heard the pleasurable sound of bone cracking at the force of her arrow piercing the persons skull.
Smiling she felt the person go limp beneath her. "Damn bastard!" She growled. Pulling her arrow out she crawled away leaning against a tree her bow and arrow lying in her lap.
Taking a deep breath she relaxed, she had won, her child would live. Laughing to herself she closed her eyes thinking this would be an interesting story to tell her child one day...
"Nicely done," her ears twitched and her eyes snapped open to the cold voice that sounded of an echo. "I've wanted him dead for awhile now."
Her heart raced as she saw what appeared to be another Blood Elf but instead of the emerald glow all Blood Elves possessed she stared into dark blue glowing eyes.
"I should be thanking you..." it was the voice of a man's. "but you did kill one of my brothers so its only right that I avenge him no?"
The man slowly made his way to his fallen brother as he unsheathed his sword. "I'm actually quite shocked that you managed to kill him," the man looked over his shoulder at her. "then again he wasn't the strongest Deathknight."
The man let out a pitiful laugh before turning towards her. She jumped to her feet holding onto her bow and arrow as she tried to run around the tree but she felt the same sensation as before. "I don't think so M'lady you can't run from me like you did him."
She felt herself being jerked back again. "Who said I was running!"
Spinning around in the chains she held her arrow at her side waiting to collide with the man. Her arrow pierced him just above the thigh. Not what she had in mind but it worked, the man fell on one knee placing a hand on the arrow. Yanking it out he felt a ringing in his ear when he felt her bow crash down onto his helm leaving an indent.
Turning to run she tripped as the man grabbed her ankle. Hitting the ground face first she was dazed for a moment till she saw the man's shadow above her. Gripping her bow tightly she rolled onto her side throwing her bow against the man's head again sending his helm to fly off as he fell beside her.
Letting out an animal like snarl she swung her body at an ninety degree angle lifting her foot she kicked the man square in the jaw as he began to raise his head. Crawling away from him she stood up and grabbed the same arrow placing it into the bow and forced her wounded shoulder to pull the arrow back.
That's when she got a good look at her enemy. He raised his face to her, struggling to get up his long white hair falling over his plated shoulders. His white goatee was shaved to fit his face perfectly, his facial features had a soft expression to them even though there was a fire burning through his glowing dark blue eyes. Her eyes widened as she saw a dark shadow implanted in his skin along the side of his neck, a long jagged scar that sent her mind spinning. She shook her head in disbelief taking a step back relaxing her arm to release the tension on the arrow that was pulled back.
"What-how are you..." her face was twisted into confusion and shock. The Deathknight raised his blade eying her up and down, his brow furrowed as he was lost in thought. "Your suppose to be dead. I saw you die! I saw you die right in front of me when we went to-"
She lost her words, dropping her bow and arrow she grasped the sword that had been plunged through her chest. Starring at the Deathknight before her she knew this couldn't be real, he had died in her arms when she had told him that she was...
She let out a blood curtling cry as she felt the sword sink farther into her where she saw it in her line of vision. She felt blood come up her throat and pool inside her mouth. Blood spilled out her of mouth as she opened it slightly, her vision began to fade into darkness and all she saw was that distant memory of her crying into his neck, begging him to hold on, to hold on for her, to hold on for her...
The Deathknight slowly rested his runeblade on his shoulder as he heard the female Blood Elf gurgle on her own blood one last time before her hands fell away from the sword, her body going limp against it.
"You hesitated," he heard the male Dranei say as he kicked the female Blood Elf away from his now bloodied sword. "Hesitating only gets you killed."
You ignored my orders Deathknight...
"It won't happen again my King." He said aloud gripping his Runeblade tighter.
Then show me it won't happen again...kill him. He looked over at the Dranei, a sneer spread across his face. "With pleasure."
OOOOOOOOOOOO
A trail of dust rose in the air as the Troll made his mount skid to halt. His Raptor snapped its teeth in protest and looked back at his rider. "Sorreh boy. Jus' hang on a second."
The Troll rolled his shoulders back as he scanned the area, something wasn't right, he felt the shift in the air. The elements had been thrown off balance, which usually meant a portal had been opened but the portal wasn't any portal that he had felt before, it felt foreign. Just as the balance of the elements had been thrown off they returned to normally, the portal was closed.
His mount growled softly getting his attention, "I know, I don' t'ink its Alliance either."
With a sigh he tapped lightly into the Raptor's side giving the go to continue moving. His mount started at a brisk jog running across the plains of the Barrens not bothering to take the roads. They had barely started to move before his mount let out a screech and growled as it jumped over something. Hearing a loud snarl behind him he forced his mount to turn around and stop. A Cheetah had shot out in front of them and dropped a pile of cloths on the ground as they stopped five feet away from it.
The beast growled taking a defensive stance over the pile of cloths as his mount snapped its teeth pulling on the reigns to get his master to move again. The Troll held firm onto the reigns and slid off his mount pulling the Raptor's head down in the process. "Be good an maybeh I'll let ya go huntin' for your own food." He said letting go of the reigns.
He eyed the Cheetah and saw in its eyes that it wasn't any wild Cheetah but a hunter's pet. The animal was wobbling above the pile of cloths trying to keep its defensive stance, that's when he noticed that the animal was hurt it was suffering from wounds all along its body. Teeth marks were along its shoulder blades, claw marks were around its hind legs and a dagger stuck out of its side.
His eyes went from the Cheetah to the pile of cloths that began to move. Cocking his head slightly he stared at the cloths curiously, a small whimper was heard from under them. Starring with his mouth gaped open he realized this pet must have been ordered to guard the thing that was covered behind the cloths.
Shutting his mouth he moved closer to the Cheetah and held his hands up showing that he meant no harm. The animal growled at him barring its teeth. "Calm down, I ain't gonna hurt ya," he said softly talking in Orchish instead of his native tongue.
The Cheetah lunged forward snapping at him with its ears pulled back against its head. Taking a step back the Troll frowned. "Don' understand Orchish huh."
Scratching his head he closed his eyes to think, grumbling to himself he reopened them and spoke slowly in what little Common he picked up here and there. "No hurt. Jus' help."
The animal perked its ears up slightly, eying the Troll warily. Moving forward again he spoke the words one more time. "No hurt. Jus' help."
The Cheetah growled softly as the Troll crouched in front of him. "No hurt." The Troll reached under the animal watching for warning signs if the animal was having second thoughts. The animal barred its teeth as it stepped back allowing the Troll to move closer. Smiling at the Cheetah he scooted closer and stared down at the cloth. His smile disappeared as his eyes met bright emerald ones. He looked at the animal confused as it lied down behind the small baby.
"You..." he looked back at the baby. "You belong to one of those Elf's, what ya doin' way out here."
The baby Blood Elf wriggled free from the cloths and its arms reached for one his tusks. Its small hands grasped one of his tusks and laughed pulling away before grasping his tusk again an laughing kicking its feet out. A small smile formed on the Troll's lips as he reached out plucking the baby off the ground and holding it in his arms.
Fang stared at the strange creature and watched as Layna's baby cuddled into the creatures chest. He knew that this being would take care of Layna's child, he didn't know how he knew but he felt it once the being picked the baby up. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath never getting the chance to let it out.
Looking back at the Cheetah he saw its head roll to the side, its breathing had stopped. He felt a pain of guilt hit him, the baby's guardian was dead, the Hunter's pet was dead. "Voodoo were staying 'ere for da night. That Hunter might come lookin' for der pet."
The Raptor huffed and walked over to a near by tree settling in a small patch of grass. The Troll sat down leaning against his mount cradling the small child in his arms. He pushed the cloth aside and noticed that a word was stitched along the baby's clothing in small letters.
"Paya..."