Under The Banner

by Darksideinc1345

Francis always thought the world owed him something, his harsh life must of accounted for something? Yet he ends up enlisting for the Alliance army and is sent to the front lines. He finds himself fighting in many different regions and meeting many new people. Can he defend the Alliance's fronts or will his feelings for another sway his allegiance and change the tide of the war.

1. Prologue

Hey guys, just a heads up This has nothing to do with the story, so skip it if you want the main story, also I wrote this prologue about two years before the rest of the story so don't be put off by bad writing or bad grammar and (hopefully) the rest of the story will be written better and have longer chapters. Anyway hope you enjoy my story it's going to be a long one and with lots of action and romance ;) so let me know what you think and thanks so much for reading :)

Prologue

The air was heavy with a damp mist, the sun was well hidden behind a black clump of cloud and smoke, the smell of rotting flesh lingered in the air refusing to leave the nostrils of the remaining soldiers. Francis could hardly stand, his legs shaking from exhaustion his arms burning with pain, he could feel each drop of sweat slowly sliding down his blackened face. The cold air made his breath clearly visible and even with his vision blurred Francis could see his opponents mangled flesh as they weaved hand signs to summon more hellish creatures. Run! he screams in his head, get as far away as possible return home alive, see everyone he loves again, but he knew if he abandoned his brothers in arms now he would never be able to live with himself.

So he stood there in the worst image of hell anyone could imagine, silence fell then the ground shook, it splinted to start with then with a massive eruption behind the fleshy beings, the earth tore itself apart and an enormous creature that looked like someone had skinned humans and stitched the skin together climbed out of the hole made by the Necromancers. Francis felt his heart plummet, one of his brothers fell to his knees and to Francis' disbelieve his fellow brother began to cry out, tears gushing from his swelled up eyes, the sound echoed across the battlefield and with a loud grunt the the abomination slowly bounded towards them. Francis felt like copying his brother but before he fell to his knees his Commander, standing in the centre of the group of men, raised his sword to the sky and with a huge bellowing voice he shouted "Look around you men, your fallen brothers have not died to see you flee in tears, now stand with me and fight, fight with all your might..." and with the last of his breath screamed the words "For Stormwind!" Francis was nearly pushed over to the ground as his Commander charged forward, no fear in his strides, no wavering, instinct took over and Francis, now running of an unknown source of energy, ploughed on in pursuit of his fearless Commander.