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Of Things To Come

She stood atop a large hill overlooking a great plain. Dark storm clouds hovered above and strong winds blew against her face. Down below she could see a mighty host of troops. Great armies of soldiers were assembled upon the wide open field, arranged in orderly ranks. She could see the familiar standards of the Alliance and oddly enough that of the Horde as well. The two sets of flags fluttered in the wind, hoisted high and standing proudly amidst the sea of glittering steel and hard flesh.

She took a closer look at the assembled forces. The distant forms of Human knights could be seen, sitting proudly on top of their mighty war steeds as well as disciplined ranks of footmen standing at attention. Next to them were the familiar forms of Dwarven riflemen checking their guns and that of Dwarven artillery teams loading shells into their mortars and cannons.

And then there were the tall and graceful Night Elves. Archers stringing their bows or checking their quivers and huntresses mounted on top of their fearsome nightsabers, their deadly glaives at the ready. The Druids were also present, some performing silent prayers while others were blessing their brethren in preparation for the coming battle.

And ofcourse the warriors of the Horde were difficult to miss. She could see the hulking bodies of Orc grunts hefting crude yet deadly axes and Orc raiders mounted on top of their massive war dogs. She could also see the towering forms of Trolls, armed with wicked looking throwing spears and axes. And there were the Tauren lumbering into formation, their massive bulks were clear for her to see as they wielded mighty polearms or large wooden totems that they used as portable battering rams.

A great army indeed. She had not seen such a gathering since these two factions stood together to face the Burning Legion in the Battle of Mount Hyjal. The glorious sight made her chest swell with pride. But pride gave way to dread upon seeing the monsters approaching them.

Their enemies came in the form of creatures that could only have been born in the lowest and darkest pits of Hell. Misshapen serpent men, horned demons with bladed arms, enormous armored arachnids with numerous glowing eyes. And what seemed to be legions of mutated humanoids; their faces horribly disfigured and their forms covered with puss ridden boils and several barbed tentacles sprouting out of their back, just to name a few. And there was so many of them. Their numbers seemed limitless as their dark and twisted forms covered the land, stretching all the way towards the horizon.

She watched the assembled armies begin their attack as the horde of corrupted beings came into range. Countless rows of Night Elf archers began raining death upon the encroaching horde. Lines of riflemen opened fire before switching places with the next line, unleashing a continuous volley of deadly lead. And all the while mortar and cannon fire rained down on the thick dark mass, scattering dozens of the corrupted beings with every shot.

And yet all this did little to stem the endless tide of darkness.

When the monstrous horrors were but a scant distance away, Paladins roared prayers to the Light as they and thousands of knights began their glorious charge. Priestesses of the Moon sang prayers to Elune as they and countless Night Elf huntresses also began their charge. They and along with their nightsaber mounts screamed and howled their fury at the foul invaders.

Orcish Blademasters bellowed mighty war cries as they and legions of bloodthirsty Orc grunts, savage Troll hunters and powerful Tauren raced towards the incoming tide of monsters, their weapons raised high and eager to spill the foul blood of their unworthy foes.

As she watched the two sides meet eachother in glorious battle, she prayed to the Light that these monstrous horrors would be dealt with quickly, that the forces of the Alliance and the Horde would be victorious. And how could they fail? Surely with them united once more they could defeat this terrible foe just as they have done with the Legion?

"They are doomed" spoke a deep and ominous voice.

Before she could turn around to see who it belonged to, she saw a mysterious portal open in the distance. And from it came a great and terrible beast. Larger than a castle, towering above all those in the field. It's presence making all the soldiers look like mere ants before a colossus. It stood atop two powerful hind legs with enormous clawed feet. It had no arms, but instead had several long pincer like appendages on either side of it's titanic body which ended on cruel looking spikes. And it's hide was rough and leathery with a sickly dark purplish color and covered in sharp jagged scales.

But what truly made her blood run cold was it's visage. A huge gaping maw dripping with foul saliva and filled with rows of blade like fangs, each one being the same size as a regular man and looked sharp enough to tear through steel. And on it's head were two eyes that were a dull blue in color and shining with an eerie light. It had no irises yet she could tell that this colossal creature, spawned from whatever dark corner of the Twisting Nether it might be, was not blind nor was it just some mindless beast. That it possessed a keen and malicious kind of intellect.

Her assumptions were proven correct when a loud cavernous laughter began emanating from this monster. Before it unleashed a powerful roar so loud that it almost made her deaf and sent her stumbling backwards due to the sheer force behind it. She was thankful that she was at least a mile away from it, that she was mostly unharmed. But those closer to it were not so fortunate.

Whole companies of soldiers were sent flying back like mere leaves before the wind before crashing back to the hard ground in broken heaps, either dead or dying. Those who were not forced back by the monster's roar were instead rendered deaf. Warriors of both the Alliance and the Horde were covering their ears while groaning in pain. The effects were much worse for the Night Elves, who's sensitive hearing were utterly destroyed by that attack, making them wail in agony as they clutched their bleeding ears.

Then the monster proceeded to walk towards the embattled forces, with each thunderous step it shook the ground beneath her feet. And while she was far away from it, she could almost feel the sheer hunger coming from this beast.

A hail of arrows were unleashed upon this monster as well as a barrage of potent magical missiles and spells, with littlle to no effect. Cannon and mortar fire rained down on it as well yet even these barely made a mark upon this creature's thick leathery hide. All these attacks only served to amuse the creature if the thunderous mocking laughter coming from it was any indication.

Upon finally reaching the lines of the Alliance and Horde forces it reared it's body and it's enormous fanged mouth began to open wide, looking like some foul twisted gateway to some dark abyss. And then it began feasting upon them. Entire platoons of soldiers were devoured. Be they Human, Orc, Night Elf, Tauren, Dwarf or Troll it did not matter. All of them torn beneath the creature's massive fangs and powerful jaws before being swallowed. And it kept on devouring them, unmindful of the terrfied screams of it's prey nor of their futile attempts to escape from it's jaws. And there were no signs of it's hunger lessening. With each mouthful of soldiers that it devoured, their blood dripping from it's maw, it only seemed to fuel it's ravenous appetite.

"They will struggle with all their might. Fight until all strength has left their broken bodies," the same voice from earlier spoke again, still contemptuous in it's tone. "But still, they will die"

As if to confirm it's words, the Alliance and Horde forces kept on fighting.

Even as the wall of shields and spears formed by Human footmen finally broke under the sheer weight of that endless tide of dark creatures, they did not retreat. Instead they kept fighting, choosing to die an honorable death along with their brothers. Dwarven riflemen were forced to fight in brutal close quarters combat, either using their rifles as clubs or resorting to their pistols and firing at the attacking monsters at point blank range. They kept up a fierce resistance, even when their weapons broke apart or they ran out of ammunition. Until finally they too were overwhelmed.

Stalwart knights battled like men possessed, even as they have long sinced lost the momentum of their charge and were surrounded from all sides. They would hack off any of the dark beasts that came into striking range while their war horses would aid them by kicking and trampling those that came too close. They would cut down thrice or even five times their number before finally they were pulled down along with their steeds. Their agonized screams lost beneath the mass of those void spawn beasts who feasted upon them.

Orc grunts and Troll hunters continued their savage melee, their every swing accompanied by loud war-cries and fierce taunts, reveling in the bloody carnage they inflicted upon these mindless horrors. And brave Taurens battered down several of the misshapen beasts with every powerful blow of their large polearms and heavy totems. Some of the warriors of the Horde who lost their weapons would instead resort to brutal hand to hand combat. Breaking the limbs and crushing the skulls of those mutated horrors with their bare hands. They did not relent, did not give an inch. Even when they were greatly outnumbered and cut off from all avenues of escape. Until finally they were swamped by those dark horrors and torn apart.

The Night Elf Priestesses and their fellow huntresses also did not retreat, even when their beloved nightsaber mounts have already fallen in battle and they were forced to fight on foot. Still they kept fighting, with deadly skill and inhuman grace matched only by their breathtaking fury. They were also joined by their Druid brothers who by now have already transformed into either fearsome bears or mighty wildkin, tearing apart those unworthy and corrupt monsters or scattering them with powerful blows. And yet it was still not enough. For every one of those malformed horrors they killed, five more would take their place. Until finally they were overwhelmed and lost beneath the dark mass of those ravenous creatures.

Paladins rallied their troops and inspired their allies to commit greater acts of courage. They sallied forth, roaring mighty war cries with their blessed weapons raised high, glowing with potent holy magic. Their strikes fueled by righteous fury and holy zeal. But sadly they too met their end. Torn beneath the fangs of that colossal beast who still continued it's bloody rampage, devouring all that dared venture near it.

She watched the carnage before her, sorrow and dread filling her heart, making her eyes well with tears. She could feel her hands shake and her knees losing strength.

This was no longer the glorious battle she thought it would be. Where heroes are born and champions would rise. A battle to be sang by the bards for ages to come. This was a massacre. A brutal and senseless slaughter. There was no honor to be found, no glory to be had from this! Only brave men and women dying, becoming food to mindless beasts.

She no longer wished to bear further witness to this terrible sight and continue to listen to the screams of the dying, so she closed her eyes and covered her ears.

And yet, why was it that she could still see their deaths in her mind so vividly? Why was it that she could still hear their terrified screams and cries for mercy with such painful clarity? She wanted it to stop. Please make it stop!

"It will stop. When every last one of those fools have met their demise"

Again that damnable voice! When she heard it speak once more her sorrow and fear were momentarily forgotten and it was replaced with fierce indignation.

She quickly turned around towards the one who spoke those words, the owner of that deep and ominous voice that was so full of contempt. She would chastise that arrogant bastard, as well as give him a good kick in the balls! A just punishment for daring to mock the efforts and sacrifices of her allies. But whatever words she had to say quickly died when she beheld the one who spoke.

Sorrow.

Pain.

Destruction.

Death.

It was as if all these things were taken and then twisted together to form the likeness of a man. A giant of a man. Armored in thick ancient plate as black as midnight, adorned with spikes and horn-like protrusions, and bearing the scars gained from countless battlefields. A long tattered cape hung behind his back, swaying in the wind. Gripped in one of his armored hands was the thick haft of a mace. But the weapon was as long as the giant was tall, with a head that was thrice the size of a man's head and adorned with thick sharp spikes.

It's visage was hidden beneath a cruel looking helm adorned with three curved horns, covering every inch of it's face with only it's eyes visible for her to see.

A pair of glowing crimson orbs, full of malice and burning with hatred shone through the helm.

She was grateful that this fearsome armored giant had not attacked her the moment she had laid eyes upon him. He was still looking into the distance, at the still raging battle below.

"Know this child," the armored being continued to speak to her but still not looking at her, still looking out into the distance. "All things must die. For Death is inevitable. And He comes for all"

And that was when the giant finally turned it's gaze towards her, those baleful red eyes like two burning coals taken from the pits of Hell, staring deep into her soul.

"Including you" he finally added, before bringing down his mace upon her.

"Aaahh!" her scream pierced the silence of the night as she finally awoke. In the blink of an eye she was now standing at the side of her bed, and the pistol hidden under her pillow was drawn, ready to fire. She was panting and her heart was pounding in her chest as her eyes quickly scanned the dimly lit room for any threats.

She found none.

A moment later she finally relaxed, lowering her weapon and sitting at the side of her bed. She looked at the small open window to her side to see that it was still dark outside, probably only a few hours before dawn. Placing her pistol on the small side table, she took slow deep breaths to steady her heart as her mind struggled to understand what she had just seen.

She would have just written it off as just another awful dream, for she was no stranger to bad dreams and nightmares. She had seen many things in her life that would make grown men soil themselves in fear. No, this was not just another one of her nightmares. This one felt different. It was so vivid, almost like she was actually there.

And then she remembered him. That huge man in black armor and the words he said to her.

All things must die...

Was that some sort of vision? A terrible portent of what was to come? Was this some new enemy that shall come to invade Azeroth in the near future?

She shook her head and banished those thoughts from her mind. Best not to wonder too much about some awful dream and the strange words of some giant tin man. There were far more important matters at hand.

No longer feeling the need for sleep, she rose from her bed and began donning her armor. After making sure each piece was fastened properly, she took her pistol from the table and placed it inside her holster and then grabbed the sheathed longsword resting against the nearby wall and strapped it to her back.

Finally ready for any task at hand, she quickly walked out through the door and proceeded towards the still bar downstairs.

The innkeeper was already awake this early morning and was busy wiping off some spilled ale on one of the tables when she saw him. She simply left a few gold coins on the counter for the room and last night's meal and continued towards the entrance. Only sparing the innkeeper a grateful smile and a quick greeting as the man watched her proceed towards the stables, surprised at seeing her leave the inn so early.

Moments later she was now back on the road, riding atop her trusty steed and headed towards her destination at full gallop. The cool early morning air caressing her face and her long auburn hair flowing behind her head.

There was still a day and a half worth of ride that separated her from the town of Astranaar. Hopefully she would be able to reach the town in time and complete her mission as soon as possible. Only then will she be able to figure out those strange visions she had.

Stoic determination burned in her emerald green eyes as her fair countenance hardened with resolve. It could be nothing. It could only be just another nightmare. But she had to be sure. Aeterna Lionheart did not like leaving things to chance after all. She would do everything in her power to protect the Alliance. Or die in the attempt.

Author's Notes: Hello all, John here. And welcome to my very first story. As you already might have guessed, this will be a crossover between World of Warcraft and League of Legends. The story will be somewhat AU and will not exactly WoW or LoL timelines and events but I will try my best to stick as closely as possible to the Lore of each one. I will however make some slight changes to some areas here and there, mostly on the LoL front as seeing that Riot has still yet to make any substantial content, although they are trying. With that said, I hope you guys would read my story. Please, your reviews are most welcome as well as constructive criticisms and feel free to make suggestions. As you already might have guessed, this story will be incorporating a number of LoL Champions. Three of those Champions will appear in this story and will play significant roles. You can already guess the identities of the first two, I'm sure. The third one will be revealed later as the story goes. I am looking to introducing a three or four more Champions to the story although I haven't had a clear idea who those will be and what role they will play in this story. So please, if you have suggestions or advice, give them to me, I'm all ears. :D Hopefully this story will gain enough support for that will greatly help in my efforts in continuing it, for I plan in making this a long and epic series that will span all of Azeroth and Runeterra. Again, thanks for taking the time to read my humble work and I do hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more :D