A/N: Yes. I'm doing a third story. Why, you may ask? Simple: I have no sense of timing. I heard that Ruby's official birthday is, in fact, Halloween. So... How about a new story? Don't worry, I won't abandon any of my other stories. Just... They'll be delayed. How long, I don't know. How do I write several stories at once? I'll let you know if I ever find out.
Anyway, this story is going to be about the most over-powered character in Warcraft, finding herself in Remnant. Who is this mystery girl who has the potential to destroy the universe if she so desired it, and whose power outclasses that of Sargeras, The Great Enemy Of All Life?
I'm not telling. She'll introduce herself.
The storm raged over the island of Patch. It was, to any true resident, completely unnatural. And, of course it was. For in the eye of this storm was a small cottage. It was not warm, or cheerful. No, it was broken down with years of misuse. It was battered, and looked ready to collapse.
Yet two small girls were approaching it. One had a brilliant yellow mane of hair. She was obviously the elder of the two, and had a look of determination, despite her obvious tiredness. This was Yang Xiao Long. She was looking for something she knew to be near. She was 9 years old. The second one, asleep, was black-haired, with red tips. She also wore a red cloak, wrapped around her. This was Ruby Rose. She laid in a small red wagon, pulled by Yang. Ruby was seven years old.
The cottage came into site. Yang strained, her lack of energy not deterring her from her task. She gave a mighty heave, and pulled herself, the wagon, and Ruby, into the broken cottage. Yang coughed, the dust thick in the air. Her eyes gazed around the small cottage, coming to rest on a heap of cloth. It was not tainted by the dust, and it seemed that it had only been placed there recently.
Curious, Yang went to the small bundle, and pulled gently. A gasp escaped her mouth.
Yang carefully replaced the blanket. She would come back to what was inside later. Yang sat down on the floor, tired as all heck. She had been walking most of the way. Yang might have been better off if she had left Ruby behind. Yang couldn't pull both her sister, and the mystery girl, in the wagon.
Yang heard a growl. She carefully peeked outside. Her eyes widened with fear.
There were creatures of Grimm. Several Beowulves, each about 7 feet tall, sniffed the ground. One turned and caught Yang's eye.
Yang pulled back, frightened.
The Beowulves howled, and charged the shack. They got stuck in the door, their claws reaching out.
Yang screamed, and blacked out.
Qrow Branwen, tall, lanky, and smelling like beer, sighed in relief.
That had been far too close. He gently picked up his niece, and made to place her in the wagon with Ruby. She stirred in his grasp, her eyes opening slowly.
"Uncle... Qrow?" she asked weakly.
"Well well well. Looks like this Firecracker's not dead yet." Qrow teased.
Yang coughed. "The... Blanket..." Then she, once again, blacked out.
Qrow frowned, and placed her in the small wagon.
He turned, and regarded the inside of the small shack. His eyes came to rest on the bundle of cloth. He moved forward, grabbed the blanket, and pulled, none too gently. His eyes widened in shock.
In the bundle, was a naked child, no older than Ruby. She seemed pale, and far thinner than any child should be. Her short hair was white as snow. A strange bag was nestled in her arms. Qrow took her pulse. It, despite her state, was strong, and solid.
Qrow growled. Visitors to Patch were rare. He would find out who left this obviously malnourished child here, and beat them to a pulp.
Qrow replaced the blanket, carefully wrapping it around her, so she couldn't move, and picked her up. Qrow's eyes narrowed in anger. No child should weigh this little. As it was, it made carrying her back to Tai's house far easier.
"What do you mean, there haven't been any white-haired children visiting Patch?"
Qrow grimaced at Taiyang Xiao Long, who, after seeing the mystery girl, had proceeded to call every port and flight bay on Patch, attempting to find out who had left the child.
Qrow, meanwhile, had placed Yang and Ruby in their respective beds, and the girl was laying on the couch, where the two men could keep an eye on her. He had then reclined on one of the two chairs in the room.
Tai hung up with a snort of disgust, and turned to Qrow. "Whoever left her MUST be capable of either invisibility or illusions, because I'm getting nowhere!"
"Either way, to ask the million dollar question, what do you plan with her?" He asked.
Tai sat heavily on the chair across from Qrow. "I don't know. The right thing to do would be to keep her here, but..."
"Does she have a family here or not?" Finished Qrow.
"No. I don't." said a new voice.
Qrow and Tai leapt from their chairs, staring at the girl.
"Did you hear that?" Qrow asked Tai.
"No, it wasn't your imagination." said the girl. "Thank you though, for bringing me here."
"So, who are you, mystery girl?" said Tai, relaxing his stance.
The girl sat upright, drawing the blanket around her. Her eyes opened. They were a solid blue. As Qrow and Tai looked at them, they saw images of stars reflected in them. The girl took a deep breath. And spoke the words which changed Remnant forever.
"My name is Azeroth."
"Azeroth, huh? Weird name." Said Qrow, as he returned to his seat.
"Is it?" Asked Azeroth. She turned to Taiyang. "Could I please have some food?"
"Sure." said Tai, cautiously. He looked at Qrow. Then left through a door into the kitchen.
"So." said Qrow, his eyes not leaving the girl. "I guess you're not from around here."
"That is correct." Azeroth confirmed.
Qrow leaned forward. "So where ARE you from? Haven? Mistral? Vale? Please tell me you're not from Atlas."
"I do not know where any of those places are."
Qrow was surprised, but didn't let it show. "Let me guess. Your parents kept you in a cage, barely gave you any food, and didn't tell you any basics of anything."
Azeroth let out a quiet laugh. "That may be true. The only things I remember are my dreams."
"Your dreams? What, you've been in a coma?"
"Yes... That would fit. I've been in a coma for my entire life, and today is my first day awake."
Qrow laughed. "Don't mess with me, kid. You're, what, seven?"
Azeroth gazed into Qrow's eyes. "I'm not lying."
Qrow coughed. He didn't know why, but... He had a feeling, deep in his bones, that she was telling the truth.
It was at this moment that Tai reentered the room, carrying a small feast. The moment he put it down in front of Azeroth, she lunged for it, knocked his arms away, and begun eating at a pace that surprised both of them.
"I heard what she said." Tai turned to Qrow. "Should we call Ozpin?"
Qrow watched the girl eat, then said, very carefully, looking at Tai, a smirk on his face. "Let's keep her a secret. Something tells me that 'Azeroth' will break Ozpin's mind."
"If I did, it would be an accident." Azeroth said, taking a breath.
The two turned to Azeroth. Their eyes widened. All of the food had been eaten. Every crumb.
"What interests me more, are those things that attacked Ruby, Yang, and I. What, exactly are Grimm? And who is Salem?"
A/N: Didn't expect that, did you? Azeroth, the Titan. WoW Chronicles states explicitly that will one day become strong enough to defeat Sargeras, so I figured, why not make a story with her as a main character? A few other people have created an Azeroth character, but not as I have.
Azeroth: Who are you, might I ask?
WHAT?! HOW CAN YOU SEE ME?!
It's not that hard. The Warcraft Development team loosely based me off of Azathoth, who, in your story, is your father, the Blind Idiot God. He slumbers, keeping the universe in existence, with your help. And so my power, now fully awakened, is quite similar to his. This enabled me to see you, and interfere with your author notes.
...Impossible...
Nothing is impossible. The word itself says 'I'm possible'.
Don't quote Audrey Hepburn at me! How do you even KNOW that quote?
I don't know. I assume that my power allows me to know these things... Or it might be a connection to you, seeing as you're writing me.
That may be. I don't know...
You don't know? You are the Crawling Chaos. You are said to be omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. How do you not know?
Well, you're for all intents and purposes, my FATHER! YOU TELL ME!
I'm sorry. That was rude. Should we end these notes?
(Calms Down) You had a point. I accept your apology anyway. I shouldn't have overreacted. Do you want to finish?
Certainly. (clears throat.) Next time on Azeroth Of Remnant: Time Skip. We'll go over the basics of what happened over the next eight years, skipping unneeded details here and there. Including my relationships with Ruby, and Yang, me forging a weapon from what I've got in my bag, and getting some new clothes.
Not necessarily in that order. Which reminds me, should we put you in a standard basic outfit, or make a dress that looks like a map of you?
The first. I don't want to look like a mage. Dresses are too unwieldy.
