Chapter One: War

Thei had finally been called to fight in Warsong Gulch, he was nervous...But he was excited for the chance to do well for his allies. Warsong Gulch he realized was no trivial matter, the Horde and Alliance used it as a mutual battlefield to settle disputes and obtain political goals through victory.

Thei was nervously twiddling his fingers, he was waiting outside for the caravan of warriors to come to Orgimmar. It would pick up multiple warriors from Orgimmar including him, to taking them all to fight for their nation.

Thei looked around as he saw the other warriors, it was obvious that these men and women had seen war before. They, were standing by him with blood stained weapons, dented and battered armor, and multiple scars along their faces, showing injures from previous battles. Most of them were Orcs, Trolls, and a few Forsaken. Thei compared them to himself, he winced as he looked downwards.

'I look...Pathetic, compared to them.' He thought, realizing he lacked muscle, durable armor, and experience. He wasn't out of shape in the least, he was just very slender. It was what surviving on the streets had done to him, it was hard to exercise with nothing in you to burn off.

Thei gulped as he realized the caravan had arrived, the warriors were all joking and laughing with each other, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. As he got on the caravan with the other warriors, he received many dirty looks, the other warriors snickered at him as he tried his best to ignore it. The other warriors who were standing with him walked into the caravan as well. He found an empty place to sit, and sat down. He received a dirty glance from the person who he sat by. He looked to the floor, attempting to ignore the glance. With that, the caravan took off towards it's destination.

Thei looked as the caravan travelled through the harsh desert of Durotar, his nerves were getting the better of him. He looked up at the other warriors who seemed to still be talking with one another, he looked around him, realizing he was the only one who seemed nervous.


A few hours passed, as they arrived at a different looking landscape. It started to resemble green leaves with a slight purple tint, he watched some of the leaves fall from the trees to the ground. Decorating the green grass with the same colored leaves, adding the immense beauty of the scenery. However, he was pulled away form the scenery by somebody's voice.

The caravan driver shouted, "Five minutes until we are at Warsong Gulch. Get your axes ready, get ready to spill some Alliance blood! Lok'tar O'gar!" The fighters on the caravan cheered, repeating the phrase "Lok'tar O'gar!" At the top of their lungs.

Thei looked around as he realized he could die today...He suddenly began shaking from intimidation but calmed himself down, saying to himself. "You'll be fine...Just stick to what you practiced.." He took a few deep breaths and attempted to regain his composure.

Suddenly, he realized this wasn't merely killing mindless boars. This was killing the opposing faction who was of equal intelligence. This was going to be immensely more difficult than what he had done before, and he knew that. And just the thought of that was sending chills up his spine.

Suddenly the caravan stopped, and the caravan driver shouted "Here you go warriors, spill some blood! For the Horde!" The fighters began letting out battle cries and rushing out of the caravan into the large door surrounded by a massive stone wall. Thei was the last to exit the caravan, and he walked up to the door in awe, as the caravan departed. Leaving Thei by himself.

'It's huge...' He thought, scanning the stone wall and each crack, bump, and stain... The stains consisted mostly of blood...

The what seemed be previously grey stone wall, had blood splattered all over it. Giving it an orange and red tint. Thei sighed to regain his composure, and walked in through the massive doors.

'This is it...' He thought once more, 'I hope...I hope I can...make a difference.' He finished his thought. His eyes beginning to narrow in determination.

Suddenly, their respective battle administrator showed up. He was an older looking orc, a long straggly white beard accompanying his aging face. He began walking towards the door anticipating the start of the battle.

He stopped at the door, and the room grew quiet. Everybody realized it was mere seconds before the battle started.. And the intensity in the room was so extreme, it felt like it could have been cut with a knife. Thei looked around him at this team, there were a few spellcasters, a few heavy armored brutes with two handed weapons, and some light armored fighters with daggers, similar about what Thei was wearing.

Suddenly the older orc had closed his eyes, and nodded. It seemed like he was getting confirmation, suddenly he pulled the doors open.

Everyone yelled "For the Horde!" As they charged out. Thei followed suit and charged out as well, none of them slowing their pace. Thei began to see the Alliance charging from their base as well, he saw as the Alliance matched the same pace his team was currently displaying.

In what seemed like seconds, the gap between the Horde and Alliance fighters closed, and the war began. Each of the factions collided in the middle of Warsong Gulch. Thei's eyes widened, he prepared himself fr this...But this was...

'This is... It's...indescribable.' He thought as he looked around him, people began clash with one another, exchanging blows, spells, and their stamina being restored through the teams respective priests.

Thei chose to use his training and try to use his stealth to his advantage. He approached one of his enemies, it appeared to be an Elf with dark blue skin, and green hair. The elf had a robe and a staff, casting what seem to be like spells involving frost magic. Thei attempted to ambush the enemy elf, however, it was as if his enemy had anticipated this very action.

Instantly, Thei's feet froze to the floor, and his enemy vanished. Suddenly, his elven enemy appeared ten feet away from him infront of him. He saw as the elf began to cast a frostbolt in his direction.
'This is it...It's over...' He thought beginning to close his eyes, however, after what seemed like forever, he opened them to see his same elven enemy, still ten feet away, however; now the elf was lying in a pool of his own blood... He saw three arrows up his chest and abdomen.. The sources of the bloodshed.

Thei looked towards his right, and saw an orc woman with a bow and arrow in hand, her pet wolf by her side loyally. She had a look of disapproval and anger on her face.

"Don't be stupid! Think before you act!" She shouted harshly to Thei.

Thei nodded, and said quickly."R-Right, sorry."

The battle continued on, and Thei was doing decent, however it seemed like he was easily overpowered by his opponents. He had used stealth to his advantage, surprising his enemies and causing them to be distracted.

The thing about this battle with Thei though, is that he was the only one on his team who hadn't slain anybody. When the opportunity came, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Animals were one thing...But for some reason, another person.. It was difficult. Even if they were of the opposing faction.

Suddenly, the battle turned into the favor of the Alliance. Thei looked around as his allies were dying from melee strikes, arrows, and bolts of magic. He saw his allies beginning to drop left and right, and panic struck into him.

Suddenly, in what seemed like mere seconds, Thei was the last one alive. He looked wide-eyed at his opponents, as he was sure his death wouldn't be far off. One of the humans began to snicker. As they all began to step forward.

"Well, well...One left. What a scrawny, pathetic final kill." The human spellcaster sneered tauntingly.

"Indeed..What an un-climatic way to end such a glorious battle." A dwarf said, he was using a blunderbuss and wearing chain mail armor, he was standing by the spellcaster's side.

The dwarf began to raise his gun, "Well, time to end this." He said, taking aim and getting ready to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a sword flashed out in front of him. Halting him in his tracks.

"Wait." The sword carrier said, he was the third and last figure left in the Alliance team. He was a tall human with a black pony tail, and a confident look on his face.

"It's not worth the kill...Let's take him as a prisoner." He chuckled, beginning to walk towards the Blood Elf.

"Aye, I good idea." The dwarf stated, as he too, began to approach the blood elf.

Suddenly, Thei began to try to escape, however, it was of to no use. The mage quickly froze his feet to the ground, and three got ahold of him. They tied something around his eyes, impairing his vision. Then, they tied something around his hands that were behind him, one crossed over the other.

'This is bad...' Thei thought to himself, suddenly being harshly pulled and pushed back to what he believed was the Alliance base.

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