World of Warcraft Dragon Age: The Lost Warden

by Freedom Guard

Something I wanted to try out for the sake of experimentation

2. Story of the Warden

World of Warcraft Dragon Age Origins: The Lost Warden

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age Origins or World of Warcraft so don't ask me if I did…

Chapter 1

The story of the Warden

( ): Thoughts

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Damien thought over what he needed to say as the Night Elves waited patiently for him to speak, he thought over everything carefully and decided to tell them who he once was so long ago before the night that he and his family had been betrayed.

"My name is Damien Cousland as you already know, my father, Bryce Cousland was the Teyrn of the land of Highever of Ferelden, my family ruled the lands of Highever with justice and temperance as we were one the strongest noble families in the kingdom of Ferelden and had been loyal servants of the crown for many generations, our ancestors fought alongside the other families to ensure the freedom of our lands and the freedom of Ferelden."

"My father and mother ruled our homes well for the number of years they had lived and my brother Fergus will be next in line as Teyrn, but that was when the threat of the Blight occurred."

This got the attention of the Night Elves easily enough and the Druid was the first to speak.

"The Blight? What is that?"

Damien sighed as he recalled that it was the rise of the Fifth Blight that had started the whole events that had taken his family from him, his home and more. He however knew that he had finally avenged his family helped end the civil war and more besides, there was no other reason for him not to talk about the event itself.

"The Blight is when the Darkspawn found one of the Old Gods, corrupted it and turned it into an Archdemon, and with that creature leading them, they would rise from the Deep Roads in all their tainted and corrupted might and hatred of the living, and swarm over the lands and destroy all they touched. The very world is sickened by that event as the water sours, plants spoil and die, the sky darkens, and storms of dark and malevolent intent rush through the skies itself, animals are sickened and corrupted into ravenous evil mockeries of what they once were, survivors of the Blight dragged away to a horrific fate, and the very earth withers and blackens as if infected, the clouds allow the Darkspawn to spread quickly and spread their disease and corruption far and wider as they slaughter all in their path….THAT is the Blight. I was there when the Fifth Blight came at full force to the lands of my people, my father gathered his warriors and my brother in order to summon the call of our previous king….King Cailan to fight this threat."

Callis then spoke as she found this interesting enough to warrant her participation.

"What are these Darkspawn you speak of?"

Damien recalled the various kinds of Darkspawn that he had faced and slain with his weapons and skills before and he shuddered a bit at the memories that those creatures had brought to his mind but he focused on what the Night Elf had asked of him and thus began to provide the answers she and her fellow elves asked of him.

"The Darkspawn….are a collection beings who are corrupted beyond the wildest nightmares of any mortal, they were….men once, elves, quanri, dwarves, and mages, twisted by the very taint that they are forced to endure. The stories about their origins depend on who you ask, to the dwarves, the Darkspawn just suddenly appeared therein the Deep Roads, and that time, they plundered and ravaged the cities and cut off the dwarves from their fellow kin and the surface, forcing them fight a war of attrition. For the Chantry, they believed that the first Darkspawn were the Mage leaders of the old Tevinter Imperium, these men were taught by the fallen Old Gods the arts of magic, and convinced them that they deserved to wield the power of the Maker himself, the Old Gods taught them how to enter the Fade physically to enter the Golden City in physical form, something that is forbidden to all mortal beings…"

"Golden City?"

"The home of the Maker, the Chantry stated that in their arrogance and hubris, these Magisters entered the City hoping to take over the throne of the Maker, they failed in doing so and only succeeded in angering the Maker and in the Makers own words, he told them to gaze at the glory that their arrogance had corrupted as the Golden City was tainted by their presence and their evil intent and eventually became the Black City, the stuff of corruption and nightmares, for it had come to an end and forever will they bear the weight of their sins. The Maker cast out the Magisters from the Fade and they were cursed, fleeing into the darkness of the ground, these former men were twisted by the taint like a disease that spreads through the body and soul….they were twisted into mockeries and corrupted versions of themselves….they became the first Darkspawn."

The Elves were silent as Damien continued to speak about the creatures themselves.

'When the Darkspawn take prisoners, the men of any race will die a lingering death and become nothing more than corpses….but the women suffer a far worse fate….they are turned into Broodmothers, grotesque mockeries of who they once were and are used to breed even more of the Darkspawn by the thousands, those human women taken and turned into Broodmothers create the Hurlocks, Dwarven women then produce Genlocks, Elven women create the Shrieks, and the women on the Quanri produce Ogres. Through this corrupted method of creation and spawning, the Darkspawn unleash their terror and madness into the world under the command of their leaders and that of the Archdemon, when not in a Blight, they would war among themselves and raid the villages and cities of the Dwarves, but only when the Blight occurs that they rise in full power to attack the living in the surface."

Darken ran his hands through his beard slowly, digesting all that the human had just told them, he knew nothing of these Darkspawn nor the lands and people that the young man spoke of, though he could see that the young man had no lie in his words, as he had lived for some time, the Druid had developed a considerable level of familiarity on how to tell of someone who was telling the truth before him, and this man told the truth. He spoke then to him, in an effort to find out more of the man's true nature.

"I see….how do you know of these Darkspawn so well?"

Damien looked at the Druid and replied to the question.

"Because I have fought them, and I have killed many of them in my time for how short it might be, I have seen the horrors they can inflict on all life, regardless of race and that is why I know them well."

Kaisha was silent the whole time and then spoke to him.

"How did you get involved in all of this?"

Damien sighed and decided to tell his own tale so they would be able to understand the circumstances that led to the events that shaped his time as a noble and up to the very moment he joined the Grey Wardens in order to fight the full might of the Darkspawn.

"As I said before about who I was, and where I came from, I was the youngest son of Bryce and Eleanor Cousland of Highever, during the rise of the Fifth Blight, my father answered the summons of King Cailan to ride out with all the soldiers our family could spare to help bolster the forces needed to strike down the Blight before it could truly gather the momentum needed to attack the surface world at full force. My brother Fergus was to be part of the force while I remained with the soldiers under my command and Sir Gilmore to hold the fort with my mother. We had guests at the time there as well, one of whom was the Grey Warden assigned to help train the new Grey Wardens in Ferelden, Duncan. He sought to recruit Sir Gilmore and even suggested me, and despite my father's respect for the Grey Wardens, he refused that for the time being."

"However, that decision was taken from my father's hands when the forces of our former ally Arl Rendon Howe came and attacked our home, killing many people, including the guests of my mother….as well as my brother's wife and his son, my mother and I fought our way to support the others and then we found my father, badly wounded and there I was forced to leave them behind to survive and avenge my family and become a Grey Warden. That is how I finally came face to face with the Darkspawn and after helping gain the alliance of the Elves, of both the Dalish and the Alienage, the dwarves, and the Mages, I and my companions defeated the one who had betrayed us and the king to death by the Darkspawn, had Alistair, a fellow templar, half brother of King Cailan and son of King Maric eventually fought in the battle of Ostagar…and then….landed here."

The Night Elves took the time patiently to think over what to make of this information as they had NO idea on what to do with this stranger, clearly this human was not from around here and was unknown to them all, however it was then that the Druid spoke about the one things that all of them were rather curious about, the taint in his blood.

"I see, this might take some time for me to absorb, however there is another matter, while we were tending to your injuries, we detected something wrong with your blood, it is human well enough, but there is some power there, dark and strong, as well as….tainted."

"I'm not surprised you found that, it is….the result of the ceremony in joining the Grey Wardens."

Callis was surprised and raised one of her eye brows at this and spoke seriously.

"Who exactly are the Grey Wardens?"

Damien decided to tell them what he could, while also keeping secret some of the other things that would be best kept secret about the Grey Wardens.

"The Grey Wardens are an order that formed in order to fight the growing threat of the Darkspawn; they were founded nearly six hundred years ago, during the very first Blight that happened in the lands of Thedas. They were comprised of soldiers and mages from the Imperium, they were humans, dwarves, and elves who had faced decades of warfare against the Darkspawn during the ninety years of the First Blight when all hope faded away from all people, from the lowest slave to the highest noble and king. The soldiers and mages spent hours in discussion and when they were done, they severed themselves from the Imperium and were soldiers no more…they were Grey Wardens, dedicated to eradicating the Darkspawn until not a single one of them were left alive,"

"The very first battle of the Grey Wardens in the Darkspawn held city of Nordbotten was a powerful victory and in that moment, they were supported by the various nations of Thedas with equipment, food, recruits, and funds, the Grey Wardens continued to fight the Blight for many years, gaining and losing ground, flying into battle on the back of griffon mounts to challenge the Archdemon Dumat and his hordes for another one hundred years, they led all races in battle after battle until they were finally able to strike down the Archdemon and send the Darkspawn on the run."

"This carried on through the other Blights that occurred in the history of Thedas, until the Fourth Blight that resulted in such a slaughter of the Darkspawn that people believed that the Blights were ended forever and eventually the Grey wardens were seen as nothing more than obsolete relics of the past. That was proven wrong when the Fifth Blight rose up once again under the leadership of the Archdemon Urthemiel, this was the Blight that I had fought in and thankfully we were able to stop it before it gathered the momentum, but many of the Wardens were slain since then, only I and Alistair remain alive of the Wardens."

Darken thought that information over and spoke once more.

"Interesting history you have mentioned there, but I am curious about this taint in your blood, if it is the result of the Grey warden initiation ceremony, then what is it?"

The Grey Warden however shook his head.

"That will remain a secret I am afraid to say, there are some things about the Grey Wardens that must remain a secret no matter the situation one finds himself or herself in, suffice to say, it is the price that all Grey Wardens must pay in order to fight the Darkspawn, even if it leads to our deaths at some point in life. The only things I can say is that it allows us to sense Darkspawn and make us immune to the Blight. That is all you are going to get from me."

The Night Elves saw that he was very serious about that part of the discussion and decided not to press further into their inquires of the young man and they allowed him to relax as they all saw that he was not liking the memories that his discussion with them about himself had brought back to his mind, Kaisha reached out touched the man's hand in a gesture of sympathy and she spoke.

"We are sorry if our inquiries have troubled you, but it was needed to know you a bit more."

Damien gave a small smile as he could tell that the amber eyes Druidess meant those words and he nodded.

"It's all right, but I need to get up for now, I never had a love of being kept in bed for the duration of the day, but before I do, I need to know where I am."

Callis then replied to that as she looked at the Grey Warden.

"One thing we can tell you for an absolute certainty is that you are no longer in the world you were once part of."

"What do you mean?"

The Night Elves then decided to tell him just where he was and all there was that they felt that he needed to know about the world he had landed in, the Grey Warden was utterly stunned by the fact that he was in a totally different world where none of the things he knew of and the places he had been to before in his youth and in his travels were no longer there, he was in a completely different world entirely and that meant that all of his companions didn't exist here at all, his home didn't exist….it was too much to take, and by the time it was nearly over, Damien spoke slowly with absolute shock.

"By the Maker….how….how could this have happened?"

The Night Elves could see that the young man was in absolute shock by the news that they had given him and they couldn't help but wonder if telling him those things was the wisest of moves that they have done, but now the needed to discuss thing between themselves and as such left Damien alone, but not before Callis instructed her fellow Sentinels to keep an eye on Damien lest he did something that would be considered a danger to their people.

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Later…

The three Night Elves were in another part of the house wand were deep in discussion and trying to determine the best course of action dealing with their new found guest. Darken had already spoken to them about Tyrande's decision and naturally Callis was not quite happy with what the High Priestess had decided on what should be done with the human that they had found in their lands.

"I still think that he should be sent back to where he came from."

"And exactly where do we send him Commander?"

The elder Druid sighed as he placed down his staff and cracked his knuckles as he thought about Tyrande's instructions, the Druid had arrived in Darnassus during a routine discussion between Tyrande and the Arch Druid Fandral Staghelm. The discussion was heated and had been filled with some degree of heavy tension between both leaders, and it made Darken sigh a bit at the memory.

Fandral had always been a stiff traditionalist and a supremacist of their race and believed that they were the true masters of being Druids as well as them being the superior race in all the lands of Azeroth and he had always valued a more direct approach and more aggressive tactics. He had been Malfurion's lieutenant and had been a very capable Druid and had a hand in training many of the Druids as well as himself, however, the elder Druid had a level of disappointment for Fandral, there was no doubt of his power and dedication but his aggressive tactics and arrogance in his views had been a problem which would come back to haunt them all, that much was certain in the elder Druid's mind.

With Malfurion gone, Fandral took the position vacated by his former leader and had created the new World Tree that became the Night Elf Capital of Darnassus, but unlike those who followed Fandral, Darken knew that their actions were not sanctioned by the spirits of nature and was a selfish plan to hold onto their immortality, something that would no doubt come to haunt them.

He waited as soon as the two had parted and he spoke to Tyrande, as soon as he was finished with his report on the finding of the young man named Damien, Tyrande ordered him to return and have the Sentinels keep him under observation and escort him where he would go as long as he was not going against the laws and customs of their people as well as harming anyone.

He couldn't help but feel that with all that was happening around her, Tyrande was too bogged down to bother with such details, and despite his own thoughts on the matter, he agreed and left back to Silverwind Ridge to give his report as well as check on the young man. And how here he was, dealing with the two women.

Callis shook her head and tried to think of an answer, she didn't fully trust this human and his story of being from another world, the Darkspawn and the Blight , as well as everything else seemed too far fetched even to her and she was more than willing to make that very clear to the people before her.

"But how can we be sure that he is not some agent of the Legion? For all we know, his powers could be the product of demonic taint."

Callis was speaking about the methods used by the outcast sect of the demon Hunters, fellow Night Elves, male and female who had made a dark pact to fight the Burning Legion with their own power, they were formed in honor of one of the most skilled Night Elves of the past, the arcane wielding Illidan Stormrage long ago, who used the very powers of the Legion to face them in battle. The new Demon Hunters gained their powers in a much different manner that the one who inspired them to take this pledge by ritually binding into their bodies the energies of a slain demon that they have captured and used to give them the ability for seeing demons and developing unique powers. While only Night Elves were known to make up most of the Demon Hunter ranks, she had heard of other races who had taken that call.

While she admitted to herself that the skills of the Demon Hunters were quite effective in fighting the Legion's forces and the powers of evil, she felt very much at ill ease to know that they had willingly wielded the powers of darkness and she knew how the power of evil would corrupt even the most dedicated of souls. And even if Demon Hunter stated that their allegiance and personality had never changed, she knew that many others apart from her doubted that claim.

Darken knew full well what Callis was referring to and spoke.

"I do not believe that Damien is like them, even if his blood is tainted by an evil presence, it's completely unlike the fel energy of the Burning Legion, if it was, we Night Elves would be able to know it. And if he is telling the truth, then I believe that considering how desperate the situation was for all the races in his realm, then the actions of the Grey Wardens were legitimate and the only option, besides, unlike the Demon Hunters here in Azeroth, the Grey Wardens are respected and seen as heroes who will give their lives to save their world."

Callis sighed a bit at this and tried to make some plans on what to do with him, he couldn't remain with them indefinitely as it were and they were still driven by their mission to safeguard the lands of their people from those who would dare to despoil it.

Kaisha then spoke to the others.

"How could we even send him back? We do not have the kind of power needed for such a task, and since we do not know where this….Thedas is, how can we send him there."

"Kaisha is correct, we do not have that kind of power to open such portals, only arcane magic could be able to open a portal of that magnitude and even then, we know little of this world to allow us to open a proper portal there. For now we must keep him under observation and ensure that he is given time to adjust and is escorted until he makes a decision on what he will do while he is here."

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In his room…

Damien looked once more at the architecture of the house that he was currently resting in, trying to find anything that would seem familiar to his senses, but nothing was familiar as the design of the house was not Fereldan, Orlesian, Dwarven, anything that he knew about construction was not found in the entire place, there was nothing that he could see that was the same as the ones he had seen in his younger days and through his travels with his group. He was still trying to grasp the fact that he was in a completely different world from the one that he knew of.

He tried to find out if they were lying to him, that they were part of some elaborate plot of some sort, but his practical mind told him otherwise and he was unable to handle it and closed his eyes, thinking that he should rest and figure out what to do from here.

(If they were telling the truth about me being in another world… then what do I do? Where do I go?)

Damien knew that if this was the truth, he was very much an alien to this world and had nowhere to go and nothing to do, even if he did have his skills, abilities, experiences, and the powers of his Darkspawn taint in him, they were not going to help him in the slightest in this world, he was a Grey Warden, a warrior dedicated to the destruction of the Darkspawn and then he would hear the Calling and travel into the Deep Roads to fight them and meet his end in the fashion befitting a hero and a Grey Warden.

But now….here he was in a completely different world and there was nothing here that he knew, no Darkspawn, no Blight, his family didn't exist here at all, his comrades didn't exist, the land he called home didn't exist….everything he knew was gone and didn't belong here. Where did that leave him in this case?

The Grey Warden then tried to reach out with his ability to sense the Darkspawn and found nothing….not a single hint of the Darkspawn presence he had gotten quite used to feeling since he had taken up arms alongside the other Grey Wardens before they were betrayed by Loghain, this sense had saved him more than once in battle with the Darkspawn in the darkest places where the vile bastards hid, and now it was nigh useless to him. He didn't know what to do at this moment, it was a feeling that felt totally alien to him.

Even before becoming a Grey Warden, he had purpose and direction in his life, to find a wonderful woman to love and raise a family with like his brother Fergus did with his wife, to help lead the lands of his family and give their subjects the justice and leadership that had made them beloved by their people, and to one day be a worthy son to the Cousland name….those things were nearly lost when Howe and his forces betrayed them in the night and before Duncan came to take him away to join the Grey Wardens.

After that tragedy, he vowed to avenge his family, all of them once the battle at Ostagar was over and he as well as his brother Fergus would make Howe pay with his life for this betrayal, then he lost his brother in a battle and then the betrayal of one of the men he had respected in battle hit hard, only by the actions of Morrigan and Flemeth did he and Alistair survive the danger that they found themselves in. That landed him in a quest to gather allies to fight the Darkspawn as well as have an number of comrades who would be able to help him weather this war and not only avenge his family, but the king, and help bring the kingdom together to face the threat.

His group comprised of a former Templar who became his best friend and the half brother of the king and rightful heir to the throne of Ferelden, a Fereldan woman who grew up in Orlais and became a skilled bard with a shady past, a quanri warrior who lost his sword and as such, his soul, a mage and spirit healer who was like a grandmother to him and Alistair and living on borrowed time, a former living female dwarf turned golem with a very disturbing hatred for birds of any kind, a disgraced dwarf berserker with a love for drink and a good battle as well as being a real ass at times, an elven assassin sent to kill him but he spared and became a good ally and someone he trusted well, and lastly, the daughter of Flemeth herself, a cold but strong and beautiful shape shifter named Morrigan.

From this band, he had forged alliances, gained friendship, support, and family, as well as love, though Morrigan tried to show that she cared little for that, they had worked together to this final end, to bring down the Blight before it began, and Alistair, after some careful discussion, taking the reins as the new king.

And now….here he was….all alone in a brand new world that was unlike his own….where did that leave him? He closed his eyes and fell asleep as he couldn't help try and find a way to make sense of this whole thing. He needed answers on how he came into this world but where could possibly get them?

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In the dream world…

Damien looked about and found himself in a sea of black….and around him were the stars, he felt….weightless somehow but when he moved his hands and feet, he felt something solid, he didn't know what to make of this and looked about.

(Where in the name of the Maker am I now?)

"That is a good question young man?"

Damien turned and to his surprise….there before him walked a woman who was dressed in the same clothing as Leliana wore when she first joined their group all those weeks before when he had recovered from the battle that nearly claimed him and Alistair. But when he looked a bit closer, he was shocked to find her to be someone he was easily able to recognize, and how could he not? After all….it was she who was said to be the wife of the Maker himself in the spiritual sense, she was the one who started the rebellion against the Tevinter Imperium and founded the Chantry itself.

The woman was beautiful and had golden hair that seemed to be like golden flame as she moved towards him a sword in her hand bathed in flame and her eyes showed compassion tempered with zeal and courage, Damien could only utter one word and it was the woman's name.

"Andraste…."

The woman stopped and smiled at him and replied.

"Greetings to you Damien Cousland, I see that you're studies in the religion of the Maker have not faded away."

Damien was dumbfounded by all this, before him was the prophet who's remains that were turned into ash, he had used to cure Arl Eamon, the man who was like a father to Alistair. He didn't know what to do, was this an illusion caused by some demon from the Fade? Or was it a chance for the Old Gods to torture him for slaying another of their kindred?

"Who….or what are you?"

The woman smiled and replied.

"You need not fear me child, I am truly Andraste and yes, the Maker is my husband, after my death, I was able to be with him in this world and there, we watched the world that he created move on, hoping that one day, humanity would turn away from sin and corruption and be one with him once more. You no doubt have questions as to why you were there in that place yes?"

"I….what happened to me?"

Andraste moved her free hand and behind Damien came a chair from nothing and she did the same to summon another chair next to her as she sat down.

"It would be best if we sat down young one, though anything is possible here in the realm of my husband, I still prefer to sit down when speaking."

Damien didn't argue with her and sat down, amazed the find that the chair was indeed real and not a figment of his imagination. As soon as he was there, Andraste spoke to him gently.

"During the final battle, my husband and I watched as you and your fellow Wardens and those you have rallied to fight the Blight and Urthemiel himself, we saw that he had planned to kill you for taking his life, but he sensed the fact that you could no longer die as he couldn't take your soul in retribution for making the killing blow….no doubt because of your….relationship with the woman you know as Morrigan."

Damien was stunned by this….he had been watched by both the Maker and Andraste?!

The woman smiled and replied.

"Yes, we were watching and we knew that you would be the only Grey Warden to strike down an Old God and yet live….it was something that Urthemiel could never abide by and he readied a spell that was to end your life the very second you were to take that sword and unleash the energy that was part of his release. Even if you had survived from the spell, the raw energy would have placed you in the very jaws of death itself. Your fate would have been bleak indeed young Cousland, but my husband had better plans for you and decided to step in, he and I saved your soul and your body, taking you away at that very moment and brought you here….and it is for a reason."

The Grey Warden was silent at this and as soon as he gathered his wits about him, he spoke once more to find out what was this reason that Andraste spoke of.

"You brought me here for a reason? What is it?"

"This world, Azeroth is located within the leylines of power which would lead to countless other worlds, and one such world is our own, my husband feels that this makes our world very vulnerable to attack from beings beyond this world, he felt that even if the Old Gods were finally defeated and the Darkspawn lose their power to wage war, then if they were able to side with the beings of darkness that live beyond this world, then the realms he made would be in grave danger, all life would be in danger, and that is cannot abide. This world's species however have done something that is impressive, they have held the wave of evil back and prevented the Burning Legion from overwhelming them."

"The Burning Legion?"

Andraste showed him the images of the Burning Legion, the various races that formed the force of evil that laid waste to countless worlds, bringing entropy, death, chaos and suffering to all that they touched and the creatures that they corrupted into their service. Damien looked at the Burning Legion with some level of shock and disbelief and it was then that Andraste spoke to him seriously.

"The beings of Azeroth have withstood the power of the Burning Legion despite the odds that have been stacked before them and in doing so have managed to do the impossible, they had killed one of the leaders of the Legion."

Andraste showed Damien the events of the past, the founding of Azeroth after the defeat of the Old Gods, the Council of Tirisfal, the rise of the Guardians who fought The leader of the Legion the fallen Titan Sargeras, the corruption of the Orcs who were tempted by power from the Legion, the Wars that happened and finally the defeat of Archimonde in the battle over the World Tree itself. As the images flowed around him as he sat there, the Grey Warden was amazed by all that he had born witness to and when it ended, Andraste spoke to him once again.

"This is a sign of the great destiny that this world and it's people can achieve, but as you yourself know, the powers of evil never truly fade away, they only await a better time, they plan new terrors, breed new weapons and more besides. Sargeras hungers for revenge against the only world that has dared to stop his Burning Crusade, and soon there will come a time that he will return and strike at the world anew, and there will be other threats as well. My husband and I chose you to help the races of this world to stand once more and defy the Legion once they return into the world at full force. You have done things in Thedas that have proven to my husband and I that you can help them plan and prepare on their own time."

Damien couldn't help himself and spoke out in surprise.

"Me?! I am but a man who now has no place to call home! Begging your forgiveness, but what can I possibly do to help these beings? And why do I have to? They allied once to fight the Burning Legion, can they not do it again?"

"By rights they could, but the bitter fruits of the past, it's seeds sown by the Legion have not been destroyed. The scars of the previous wars have never healed properly and the alliances of the races have all but been in word only. They are no longer united in action, thought and spirit, they need to be reminded about the need to stand as one when the forces of the Legion and those with dark intent rise up once more. You have helped the various factions of Thedas work side by side to face the Darkspawn threat even when the world believed that there would be no more Blight and that the Wardens were no longer needed, and you did more than that."

"You took a group of people of different motives, different thoughts, and origins, and forged them into a force that have proven key in allying the races to fight the Darkspawn and Urthemiel, and you have the strongest gift all, you have the will to do what is needed to fight the foes before you… yet you willingly take the responsibility of your actions that do not work well and carry it to remind you of what you must do and not do, you retain your desire for justice and temperance and mix it with practicality and planning. That is needed to help the two sides fight the Burning Legion and the many other threats that seek to destroy them from outside and within. This is a difficult duty for any single man to bear, but we both have faith that you are more than up to the task."

Damien was still stunned by all this and tried to understand the task given to him by both Andraste and the Maker, the woman noted that and Andraste spoke to him once more.

"You will be given the power necessary to do this, while my husband cannot reverse the taint of the blood of the Darkspawn that you have drank in your joining, we can prevent it from further corrupting you and you will be given powers that will give you the edge needed to fight the threats that you shall face in the times to come. Your powers will awaken in time, and they will each aid you. However, you know that this power must be used wisely for it will drain you of your stamina and at times, your very life force. Some of your new powers will not harm you, and those powers will prove invaluable in seeking out the evils before you."

"These powers shall in turn aid you in securing the allegiance of those who you will need to help ready for the threat of the Legion and those who seek to rend apart Azeroth and destroy all resistance for their plans. You have to serve their leaders well and show to their people the power of working side by side no matter the dangers that they will be drawn into. Your success with your allies and the races you aided in Thedas have taught you want must be done."

"You must show them that despite the past, they are bound to this world they now call home, and as such, they have a common enemy in the Legion and more so with those beings of evil or those swayed to side with evil. Now, I believe that you wish to know about the fates of your companions?"

The Grey Warden was shaken out of the train of thoughts he had in his head and nodded eagerly, he wanted to know how his friends were handling the situation now that he was supposed to be dead.

"I am."

Andraste smiled and spoke to him.

"Your brother Fergus still lives, he was found by the Chasind and brought back to health though he had been bed ridden for some time since the ambush that claimed him and his men. He now serves as Teyrn to your father's lands and vows to rebuild the Cousland name."

"My brother is alive?!"

"Yes, he was there to see to your….funeral, and vowed to rebuild the Couslands, he will have a hard task ahead of him, but he will succeed."

Damien smiled with absolute relief, the knowledge that his brother was still alive and was rebuilding their home eased a great deal of weight from his shoulders. He then thought of the others.

"What of Alistair, and his new bride Anora?"

"Your friend Alistair and Queen Anora are still king and queen of Ferelden, and in honor of your friendship and your efforts to help him make it as king in your unwavering belief that he would make a good king, he has taken the time to study governance, surprising all who knew him. He does this for your memory and he now rules in peace and cooperation with Anora. She too is impressed with the actions taken by your friend and there is no tension between the two of them."

Damien smiled happily, he had to admit that he had been worried about Anora being rough with Alistair, but it had changed and he felt that it had worked out, but he was curious about Anora's own train of thought, Andraste somehow sensed it and replied.

"Anora's dislike of you has lessened, considering that you have given up much and she has agreed that her father had taken is actions too far, resulting in so many innocents dead, she still holds him in high regard, as would a daughter idolize a father. But she now focuses on helping repair the damage done to Ferelden."

Andraste saw the smile in Damien's voice and she too smiled at that as she continued.

"Your Quanri friend, Sten as you know him has returned to his people with his honor and soul restored, retrieving his sword has done more good than you know young one. He has returned to his lands and when he was asked by his people if he had found true warriors in Ferelden, he spoke of you as the best warrior of all the lands of Ferelden, this has given your name honor and respect among Sten' people."

"I see…what of Morrigan?"

"She wanders the Wilds as before, keeping away from the world of men, but you have changed her. Despite her desire never to feel love, she has felt it, and once it had frightened her, but that is no longer the case, as she saw you 'die'….she felt great regret and sadness, and in honor of your memory and your love for her….despite your differences, she vowed to teach her child the good qualities of the world of men and to honor the man who gave her this gift. She loves you still and while she will never truly show it to anyone, she will remember you well to the end of her days."

Damien couldn't help but smile and feel relieved at that, and it made him feel happy to some degree as he looked to the ring that Morrigan had left him.

"What of Leliana?"

"She has never forgotten your support of her and your aid in putting the past behind her, giving her the chance to start life anew in all sense of the word. She carries memories of your friendship though she wished it could have been something more. However she will never forget you and will continue to sing tales of the adventures you and she had with the others for those willing to hear of the tales, she will remember you even as she will wander the world to see more of it."

"And Wynne?"

"She takes your place as Chancellor at Alistair's side, serving him as an advisor while also making sure to help him in the art of ruling the Kingdom with both a Commoner's touch and that of a true king. She serves as a teacher, healer, grandmother and more for your friend and serves to the best of her abilities for the Circle Mages that you have spared in your task to help them, and for that she is grateful for what time she has left."

The Grey Warden recalled what he had learned about Wynne's condition and he was happy that she was indeed using her time well.

"What of Oghren?"

"Your dwarf comrade has been able to adjust to the surface world and is now a dedicated leader of the human armies of Ferelden, though his love for battle and drink has only increased. He now has a child with the woman you have helped him court and he has named the child after you, in honor of your efforts and friendship with him. He will serve the armies well, though he will get in more drinking bouts than most would care to think."

"Heh, that sounds just like Oghren all right…what of Shale?"

"The Golem will travel the world, seeking out the purpose it need s to continue living, along the way it will aid others in plight though many birds will suffer it's attacks as it will not be able to abide the presence of the birds."

Damien shook his head at that and hoped that Shale would not get into too much trouble.

"What of Zevran?"

"Your assassin ally serves the crown of Fereldan now, as Alistair's spy and agent in the lands beyond Ferelden, his knowledge of the Crows will serve to defend those loyal to Alistair and Alistair himself as well as Anora. He will become a trusted ally of Alistair due to the friendship they have and Zevran's respect to your actions of sparing his life and gaining his trust. He will also serve to aid in the recruitment of new wardens though he himself does not join them. It seems that your discussion with him finding work in the Ferelden court was well founded."

Damien nodded at that as he recalled asking Zevran if he wouldn't mind working the courts of Ferelden to help Alistair and keep him alive. The elf laughed at first but then agreed to it to some extent and that was that, now it seemed that his old elven friend was taking the job rather seriously from the sound of things.

He couldn't help but feel a great deal of weight fly off his shoulders and that was enough to get him to focus on the task that was now being handed to him by the Maker and Andraste herself.

"I am going to need quite a number of things if I am going to do this, I certainly can't win with just the gear I have. Like Alistair said, No Grey Warden cannot hope to fight the Blight without half a dozen nations' armies fighting with them, and this can be the very same thing. Added to the fact that I have limited funds for this thing, no matter how powerful I am, I need funds and resources to build a force strong enough to fight the Legion and any other threats that may rise up."

Andraste nodded at that and replied.

"I am aware of your needs young one, but I have no doubts that you can find ways to raise the funds, materials, and weapons that you need. For now, I shall awaken your powers."

Andraste stood up and readied her sword as she explained the ritual that was about to happen to Damien.

"Since you are here, I will use my sword to enflame your spirit, this in turn will affect your body, more specifically the blood of the Darkspawn that flows in your veins, the power of the flame of the Maker will work it's way through both your spirit and your body to give you the blessing of the Maker to wield the power, this will not be easy young one, this is new to me as it is to you, but it must be done."

"I understand, I am a Cousland, and a Grey Warden…I am ready for this."

Andraste smiled sadly and readied the sword and gently placed it on his chest and then with one fell strike, the wife of the Maker plunged the sword into the chest of the Grey Warden, no blood flowed from the wound however and the Damien's surprise, there was no pain at first, except a burning sensation that was mild, almost unnoticeable to him. As soon as the blade was through him the woman spoke gently as she made a prayer.

"Now brace yourself for the flame of the Maker young one, and may the Maker protect you."

That was when the true test occurred.

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In the realm of the living…

The Night Elf guards were about to trade places with their comrades and watch the outside of the house when the human resting on the bed suddenly roared out in a violent scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The two guards were shocked as bluish lines of power flowed through the young man's body as a burning symbol appeared on his chest in that moment, resembling a blazing sun with a red circle around it, the guards were soon joined by the two Druids and the Sentinel Commander. Callis, Darken, and Kaisha were stunned at the sight before them, they had just finished their key discussion on the fate of Damien when the shouting came out and they quickly rushed to the room and they were all stunned by the sight before them as Damien was still gripped in what was some sort of transformation, Kaisha wanted to try and help him but she was then held back by the senior Druid and by Callis as well.

As for the Grey Warden he continued to shout in pain as the power flowed though his body and his spirit, he thought about what he had agreed to and how he would accomplish what the Maker and Andraste had asked of him, it would be a hard life….but he had accepted it even if he felt that he was not fully qualified , The pain was the same as the pain he had endured during the Joining but this was far more intense and as he opened his eyes, he saw the world once more, but it was in a haze of pure blue fire and he could SEE the Night Elves before him like living beings of flame.

Callis looked on and spoke out.

"By Elune…what is going on here?!"

She quickly turned to the guards to find out what had happened to their charge, but when she looked at their faces, she could see that even they had no idea as to what was going on before them, she looked at Kaisha and Darken and even they had no idea what to make of the event before them all. However as soon as it had happened, the young man suddenly fell back into the bed, the glowing bluish lines in his body fading while the sun symbol faded and he fell back into the bed without a sound.

Darken and Kaisha quickly rushed over to check on him and so did Callis while the other Night Elves were still trying to make sense of what had happened, on the outside of the house, many of the villagers were stunned and looked at the house with fear and foreboding as they had no idea what had been the cause of this and it took some prodding by the guarding Night Elf Sentinels to have them leave.

The two Druids were quick to check on the young man and found him to be calm but his body seemed to have taken a very high temperature, almost as if he was having a very high fever and his very flesh seemed to be on fire though it had not actually burst into flames at the moment. The Elder Druid had no idea what to make of the event but he could tell that the man was not suffering too badly and seemed to be alive still, as soon as he was done, he spoke out to the two.

"He seems to be all right for the time being, still, something is amiss with this whole situation…what happened to him while he was here in this room and we were outside of it as well?"

Callis then spoke to the other guards who had managed to relax well enough for them tive their commander a full account of what had just happened in the room, she then moved back to the bed and replied.

"The guards said that he just rose up from the bed screaming briefly and the they saw those lines of blue in his body and then the symbol appeared, just as we have seen for ourselves as well, something tells me that this was the work of some form of magic…"

Kaisha then touched Damien's forehead and noted that the temperature and heat was dying down and returning to normal levels and she sighed in relief, the sight of the young man being like that had shocked her to the core, as like all Druids, she cared for life and what she had seen in that moment was difficult to bear, she was no stranger to war, but she still found herself a bit uncomfortable with the whole scene that she had looked at.

It was then that Damien's eyes opened and he spoke slowly.

"What….happened…?"

Darken then spoke gently to the young man.

"Easy there young one you had quite an experience only a few moments before, what happened to you?"

"i….don't know…."

Callis had her doubts on that but decided to reserve her judgment for now, but then Damien's eyes suddenly glowed blue….as blue as the ocean with wisps of glowing blue mist coming out from the, startling everyone in the room and Damien looked around for a brief moment and then stopped at the left wall and he gazed there for a moment and he spoke.

"There a force coming this way….Satyrs."

That was enough to surprise the Night Elves and Callis wondered if this was some sort of trick that the human was pulling, however, the sudden cries of her fellow Night Elves was more than enough to tell her that this was no trick, that belief was further reinforced by the sudden arrival of one her fellow Sentinels suddenly came into the room and spoke out in a very hurried voice to them.

"There are a large number of Satyrs coming this way!"

Callis was shocked by this but her desire to do her duty came first and she was quick to take out her bow and quickly gave swift orders to her fellow Sentinels for them to make quick action and deal with the forces of Satyrs, as soon as the Night Elves left the area, Darken knew that he was needed and so was Kaisha, but as they were about to leave, the Grey Warden grabbed the Elder Druid's arm and stopped him clod in his tracks as he looked at Damien and the Grey Warden replied.

"Let me help you."

"But you have just…."

"Trust me….I will help you, just give me a minute to get into my armor and get my gear ready."

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Outside in Silverwind Ridge…

Callis and her fellow Sentinels were quick to find themselves under siege as a large number of Satyrs were attacking the village in a fury of hatred and blood lust, they fired several of their arrows in a sheet of shafts and those hit the Satyrs hard as many of the weaker ones had fallen down with the feathers of their arrows buried all the way through their chests, but even as the Sentinels felled the Satyrs, there seemed to be more and more of them coming, for every Satyr they fell, another three would replace their slain comrade.

As she fired another arrow, Callis was met by another of her sisters who was quick to notice this shocking trend in the numbers of the Satyrs.

"This is no simple roving band! There are too many of them!"

"I know….this is no raiding strike, but a full scale attack! We must hold the line and send word to Darnassus!"

As they held on, the Sentinels were quickly running out of arrows and they hoped that they would gain aid, several nearby bands of Sentinels finally arrived, but they were all composed of only half a dozen Sentinels and the Satyrs seemed to grow in number as more of the Satyrs appeared, soon it was evident to the Sentinels who were numbering a good two dozen that no single Clan of Satyrs would have this high a number, this meant that the other Satyr clans were involved, but how could they have been united like this? Even though they hated the Night Elves Satyrs only sent raiding strikes on their villages and spent half their time in attacking one another for lands and resources, they would only align with one another like this is something or someone powerful enough was leading them.

The Satyrs broke and ran, just as three of the Sentinels whooped and charged after them, Callis however, being much older and a veteran of many battles knew quickly what was about to happen and shouted out a warning.

"NO!!! It's a trap!!!"

Her warning came too little too late however as the three were suddenly attacked by a humanoid shape with a heavy muscular build and wearing light armor while carrying a demonically charged two handed sword which glowed green with fel energy that worked well the glowing green eyes that burned with fel energy and the deep red skin tone. The Sentinel recognized the beast….after all, it was one of the Orcs that had a hand in slaying Cenarius himself during the arrival of the Orcs into Ashenvale.

The Fel Orc quickly cut into the three Sentinels who were unable to react well in time to the attack, the first of them was cut down very quickly and fell dead with several wounds that were undeniably fatal as she fell dead, the other two managed to fire their arrows, but the Fel Orc sliced them down and quickly cut down the second, and she fell to the ground bleeding while the third was stabbed in the back and was bleeding on the ground.

Callis was enraged by this as well as her fellow Sentinel sisters as she shouted out to the Fel Orc.

"Foul beast!!! How dare you murder my sisters?!"

The Fel Orc laughed and shouted back in challenge while sadistically cutting the body of the wounded Sentinels with his sword while his Satyr followers came back as the wounded Night Elf screamed in pain, as soon as he was done he moved his blade to face the woman commander and replied.

"I do what I want elf!!!! I am but a herald of the Legion!!!"

Callis roared and fired several arrows in anger while shouting.

"We defeated your masters in the Legion once, and we can do so again!"

The Fel Orc laughed as he calmly cut down the arrows that came at him and he then stepped on the wounded form of the Night Elves he had wounded and relished her screams and the anguish and rage on the faces of her fellow Night Elves and he replied at the challenge directed to him by Callis.

"You only delayed our masters….Archimonde is gone, but your alliance with the humans and those lapdog traitorous kin of ours, as well as all the races of this wretched world is gone….soon, you and all those others will bow in fear at the might of the Legions, I an d my followers are but a simple force….showing to you that we will soon rise….and bring forth the end of all your kind!!!"

The Fel Orc raised his blade and roared out a charge order to the Satyrs, it was then that the Sentinels were once more locking in mortal combat with the Satyrs and it was there and then that the Druids arrived to support their comrades, the Druids had evacuated the survivors from the battle earlier which was why they had not been able to support the Sentinels during the attack, many Satyrs were killed as the Druids lent their powers into the battle, The Sentinels were fighting with all their strength as the druidic magic covered them to give them strength as the Druids unleashed their power on the invading forces while the Fel orc Blade Master watched in amused pleasure.

Callis was not in the best of moods as she knew that the first waves of attacks were meant to deplete them of their ammunition, and it was working, she and her sister were crack archers, having spent literally centuries perfecting the art of being archers to fight the Legion and all those who were threats to their people, but they could do little once they were out of arrows and they would have to fall to their swords and daggers, which they only had marginal training..

However, it was when a Satyr was closing in on her that another arrow flew at them and hit the Satyr dead center in the chest….and then burst into flame, the Satyr roared in absolute shock at this and then to the shock of the other Satyrs and the Night Elves themselves, the arrow suddenly split into several other arrows that scattered into the Satyr ranks, hitting them and bursting them into flame.

She and her fellow Sentinels turned to find the Grey warden there with his Bow in hand, in full armor and his swords behind his back for easy use. The Warden said nothing as he began to unleash more of his arrows; these glowed with power as he fired them at the Satyrs with considerable skill and the ones hit were reeling in pain showing that the bow's magical enchantments were more than enough to make it a potent weapon in the hands of it's apparent owner.

Damien was quick to fire the arrows he had while using some of his skills to scatter his arrows into the ranks of the Satyrs, his shots pinned some Satyrs to the ground while he hit them in key areas that left them unable to fight, he also fired powerful shots that were able to kill a number of the Satyrs, but he knew that no matter how many arrows he fired, there were still a number of the Satyrs and with that in mind, he quickly placed his bow aside and took both his Family Sword and Star Fang and quickly leaped into the battle.

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In the Emerald Dream…

Tyrande looked about and was quite awed by the sight of the Dream world that was the residence of the many spirits of nature as well as her own people. She had finally managed to gain some time to rest and recover after another draining episode dealing with the various matters that were needed by her people, and of course, dealing with Fandral Staghelm as well. At times she couldn't help but wonder on why was it that Malfurion even tolerated the maverick Druid, there was no doubt of Fandral's talents and skills. But his supremacist tendencies, arrogance, and actions have in no way made him a good replacement in her eyes.

She missed Malfurion deeply and wished that he would return and be by her side, but she could do little as she couldn't come into contact with him at all. However, she was now in the Emerald Dream, something that only those of the Druid Order was able to do. She looked about and she turned when she felt someone moving towards her.

"I see that you have retained your training Tyrande….I am happy to know that despite taking a role of leader, you have not lost your skills in the defense of our people."

Tyrande recognized the female being easily enough, after all, she was the being that considered her to be the best of all the Priestesses who served her.

"Elune….how….how did I get here?"

The Goddess smiled at Tyrande's words and replied.

"I summoned you here, with the aid of another, who I believe you will recognize easily."

And sure enough the next figure to appear was someone that Tyrande had no problem recognizing and she couldn't help but feel a great deal of amazement and happiness as the being smiled back at her.

"It is good to see you again Tyrande, though I must admit that I wished that it was under far better circumstances."

"Cenarius! You are here!"

"Aye, that I am indeed my dear, it will be time before I can come back to the world of the living ever since my death by the hands of the corrupted Orcs, however there is much to do here in the Emerald Dream, something is amiss here and it is causing a great deal of disturbances in the world here and in the living world. As of now, I and several others here in the Emerald Dream must find the source of these attacks and bring it down to free many others. This does not just affect the Night Elves, but other races as well."

Tyrande was quickly worried by this, this might help explain why Malfurion had not awakened in such a long time, she had always suspected something was wrong in the sense that Malfurion would never be like this, he would at least send a message to her in some fashion to tell her how he was doing with in the Emerald Dream. Now that Cenarius told her what was happening, she became very worried about the safety of her beloved. That was seen by both Elune and Cenarius as her and Malfurion's teacher spoke to her.

"Malfurion is safe for the moment, but he cannot awaken for his is still locked in mortal combat with the source of these nightmarish dangers here on the Emerald Dream."

Tyrande wished she could see him once more and it was then that she got her wish as Malfurion appeared with a warm smile on his face as he spoke to her.

"Tyrande, it is good to see you again after so long my love."

The High Priestess of Elune smiled warmly and reached out to hug Malfurion as this was possible only in the Emerald Dream, as they held one another she couldn't help but feel tears flow out of her face and she felt Malfurion also show his happiness to hold her again as she whispered into her love's ear.

"I missed you…."

"As I you my love, I am sorry that I cannot be there with you….but this danger in the Emerald Dream is something that I and both Elune and Cenarius must solve."

As they parted, Tyrande spoke to her loved one once more.

"Then let me help you! I need to help you, we've been apart for too long Malfurion…"

The Arch Druid smiled sadly as he replied.

"I would love nothing more than to have you by my side beloved, but our people need you there to lead them while I am gone, I will return and I will do my best to make up for the time we have lost. But as I have my duties here, so must you, our people need you Tyrande, and that need will be greater still. While I am here, I have felt something else reaching out through the land….something evil."

"Evil?"

"Yes….the Legion is coming back…"

"How can that be? Archimonde was defeated at Mount Hyjal…."

"Yes he was defeated my love and he is no longer a threat to life, but he was but a lieutenant, there is still Kil'Jaeden and Sargeras, they still exist and I have no doubt that we have not seen the last of them, and their agents still walk the lands, waiting for the right time to strike, The Legion have conquered other worlds, but they know the value of this world, and Sargeras will never forgive nor forget that this world is the only one which has stopped the might of the Legion. And I fear that ancient evils will rise once more to attack our lands. We must call on all our allies when the time comes, even the Horde must be called to fight these threats when they arise or Azeroth will truly be destroyed."

Tyrande sighed at that, things have been difficult to say the very least, the member races of the Alliance were caught in their own troubles from the outside and within to be of much aid and the Horde have their own threats to deal with both outside and within. They were also at each other's throats due to past hatreds and memories, if the Legion would come on them now….then they were lost, and she felt that soon, the darkness would come and they would be in true danger.

"That will not be easy my love, the Alliance and the Horde are fractured and divided, and many past hurts and scars are there between them, we may not be able to heal all of them in time."

Malfurion nodded at that.

"I know my love, I have managed to learn much through my time in the Emerald Dream, but I feel that we have a new ally, one who can help us turn the tide in this time. He is already aiding our people as we speak, he is a human noble who might hold the key to helping stand a much better chance against not just the Legion but all the other threats that seek to destroy all life here in Azeroth.

"A human noble my love? Who is he?"

Malfurion sighed a bit and replied.

"He is more than that my love….he is not from the lands of the humans, nor anywhere else for that matter here on Azeorth, he is from beyond this very planet, he very well be the key to ensure that we will survive, he will help all races unite to face the growing threat of the Legion and many others….he is…"

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At Silverwind Ridge at the very same time…

The Sentinels were stunned, at least the ones who were not with the band that were under Callis' command as the Grey warden was busy cutting down Satyr after Satyr, having thinned down their numbers in battle with his arrows first and was now engaging them in close combat and in a few moments, many of the Satyrs were all slain in battle and this time, by the end of it…many of the creatures that had attacked them were cut down by this lone human who moved with amazing speed and power.

Damien was happy that he was able to maintain himself and keep his energy focused on the task at hand before him as more of the Satyrs fell, using all the tricks and techniques that he had managed to perfect over the many struggles he had been under since taking the mantle of Grey Warden all those months before, his attacks moved quickly and fluidly, showing to him that the changes Andraste had given him were more than enough to give him a good fighting change against the Satyrs and he hoped that he would be more than ready for this kind of fighting when he would face much greater threats in the near future.

He had managed to slay another dozen of the Satyrs and was now facing three more of the creatures and would soon be facing the Fel Orc, he had sensed the creature earlier and was not liking what he sensed, the being was attracting his attention in the same way Emissaries and Alphas got his ability to sense Darkspawn through the sky. This told him that this being was the leader and would take top priority above the other Satyrs. Somehow he had developed the ability to sense creatures carrying the taint of the Legion, similar to how he could sense Darkspawn, though it seemed that they couldn't sense him….at least not yet and he planned to use that fact to his full advantage.

The Fel Orc Blade Master roared in anger as three more of it's Satyr followers lay dead before it, he had been summoned to deal a damaging blow to the Night Elves and destroying a simple village would be but the first sign to warn the races of the world of Azeroth that the Legion will return soon, but now, his forces were slain by the Night Elves and a human….or was he human at all? He had served in the wars long ago before he and his clan drank the blood that gave them the power they embraced, and no human he had fought so long ago in the wars fought like this before.

The Fel Orc readied his sword and shouted in anger at the human.

"You….I will have your head! But what are you….no pathetic human can fight the way you do."

Damien felt the need to tell this, monster who he was, his transformed power to sense these….creatures told him that this Orc or whatever he was, served as the leader of this band, kill him and they all would break and be easier to deal with.

"I am a human….and more than that foul beast."

The Fel Orc roared in anger and attacked as he spoke for the final time.

"Then what are you?!"

Damien allowed the Power to flow into him once more and in that moment, the powers given to him by the Maker and Andraste filled his mind and he was more than ready to reply as he charged at the Fel Orc Blade Master with both his Family Sword and Starfang at the ready as his powers glowed and surrounded him in a bluish haze of energy as well as his eyes glowing slightly like before.

"I am…"

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In the Emerald Dream…

Malfurion finished his own description of this human he spoke to Tyrande about just as Damien spoke at the very same time in the world of the living…

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"A Grey Warden."

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To be continued…

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Author's notes:

There, that should do it for now. I recently got my computer updated and while it's operating well enough, I have some concerns that it might slow down too much and take too long to move about since it's been getting some heavy updates recently. No worries though, I have to take care of this PC and ensure that it lasts for as long as possible and I hope that it will continue to serve me well for as long as I need it to be active, though I have a feeling that sooner or later, in the coming months, this thing will be taking another trip to my cousin's computer shop for repairs if it decides to conk out on me again.

At any rate, despite my time constraints, I am happy that this chapter for this particular story project of mine is finished so I can focus on other key matters that I know have to be addressed as soon as possible. This also includes my other stories, so I hope for the best, but prepare for the worst of it.