Chapter 2:The Dangers of Throwing Snowballs

Garrix reached the base of one of the AlteracMountains. He looked at the map drawn in the back of the book. According to the map the ingredient he was looking for, a Frost Daisy, was located on a plateau at the top of the mountain. Excited to be beginning his quest Garrix eagerly urged his felsteed forward as they began to ascend the mountain.

Garrix had traveled a large distance of the mountain, but it was too steep for his felsteed to proceed. He quickly summoned Zephria and dismissed his felsteed.

"What is it you-Woah! Master what is this!? I can't even feel my wings!" screamed Zephria

"I think the weather is quite pleasant." replied the warlock in a happy tone. Zephria glared at his master curiously. Nothing, whether it be a blizzard, sandstorm, heat wave, or starvation, seemed to bother the warlock. The only thing that could test his nerves was the interruption of his work, and boy would he get mad!

"Whatever... How may I assist you." grumbled the succubus. Garrix simply looked up a tall mountain face, then back at the succubus with a pleasant smile.

"…You're kidding me right?" said the succubus.

"Well you do have wings for a reason." chortled Garrix.

"Oh please master Garrix, please don't make me! I'll do anything…anything…" pleaded the succubus in her alluring voice.

"Oh come now Zephria, you know that doesn't work with me." said Garrix with a smirk.

The succubus stomped her foot as Garrixhoped onto her back and wrapped his arms around her neck looseley. Zephria hated flying. She disliked anything that showed her imperfections and flying was definitely in the top three. A rock with feathers glued to it would fly better than she did, let alone with someone on her back. She detested her wings and constantly referred to them as a curse.

Zephria was violently thrown around by the blizzard and constantly smacked into the cliff wall. Each hit was accompanied by a series of angry curses by Zephria and a pleasant giggle by Garrix. Eventually, after several grueling minutes of 'flight'(if you could even call it that) Zephria collapsed on top of the cliff. Garrix hopped off before his succubus fell onto the ground, her exhausted wings drooping down.

"Very good Zephria! You did your master well!" praised Garrix as he tossed another soul shard into the air. It popped and a dark blue mist erupted from the fragments and then transformed into Kragborg.

"Hm. It's a bit chilly up here." said Kragborg nonchalantly. Apparently, voidwalkers did not feel things the way most other beings did. Garrix theorized this is why they made great bodyguards and decoys.

"What's wrong with you?" snickered Kragborg looking at the pitiful heap he knew as Zephria.

"Oh you be quite you mindless oaf! I just had to fly through this damn freezing blizzard!" barked the succubus.

"Well maybe if you didn't dress so 'suggestively' you might be a little warmer." said Kragborg in a false sympathetic tone. Garrix snapped his fingers dismissing the succubus before they could continue to argue.

Oh how I hate conflict Garrix thought to himself silently.

"What do ya need big man?" asked Kraborg.

"Nothing yet. Follow me." said Garrix as he looked at the map and walked through the snow. After several minutes Garrix came upon a large flat snowy plain. He saw two things residing within: a field of Frost Daisies protruding from the snow and a herd of yeti's wandering about. Garrix and Kragborg were hiding behind a small snow bank, the yeti's oblivious to their presence.

"So those flowers are what we're looking for?" asked Kragborg staring at the flowers. "How you planning on getting past those yetis?" asked Kragborg as he looked towards his master. Garrix slowly turned his rotting head at his demon with a evil malicious grin on his face.

"Oh no, you don't expect to go fight those things do you!?" exclaimed Kragborg. While Garrix believed voidwalkers were immune or less sensitive to feelings than other beings, his voidwalker (of course) hated to fight and despised pain.

"Nope…" said Garrix his evil grin mysteriously changing into a pleasant smile as he pulled some kind of potion from his bag.

"Phew, alright. I was getting worried for a second there. I mean…" Kragborg began to babble on about how pointless fighting was and how uncomfortable pain was. Garrix simply ignored the babbling voidwalker and packed a snowball in his hand. He then drank the potion making Garrix transparent.

"...I expect you to run." Garrix said simply as he tossed the snowball at the largest yeti in the herd. All of the beastial eyes turned towards where they snowball had come from. All they saw was a big blue punching bag. Kragborg stood frozen in panic as the yetis roared and charged at him. Kragborg released a shrill cry and fearfully floated around the snow running from the yetis.

Garrix casually walked towards the daisies humming a pleasant tune. He carefully surveyed each one looking for a perfect specimen. Garrix looked over his shoulder and saw Krabrorg running from the yeti stampede screaming like a little girl (or the demonic voidwalker equivalent of one anyways). Garrix continued to hum as he found a Frost Daisy perfect for the his formula and carefully extracted it from the ground preserving the dirt around it as he placed the specimen in a test tube and placed a preserving enchantment on the daisy. Garrix rose to his feet and looked back to his demon. Kragborg had been knocked to the ground and was being mercilessly beaten by the yetis. Garrix smiled and walked casually back to where Zephria had dropped him off at.

Garrix was looking around for a easy place to descend the mountain when Kragborg drudged up behind him.

"I truly despise you…" grumbled the voidwalker. Although it is hard to see injuries on a voidwalker, it was very apparent that he had been badly beaten by the yetis.

"Oh Krag I thought you would have returned to your world now. I have myself a fine specimen if you can survive a beating like that; I'm proud of you!" said Garrix in more false praise.

"Oh yeah it's fine! After about five minutes of them stomping on my head they just got bored and tired and sort of wandered off, but I'm ok, don't worry about!" yelled Kragborg sarcastically. Garrix ran his hands down Kragborg's body feeling him up. The demon quickly went from feeling angry to feeling violated.

"Uh, I must admit this is a bit awkward…" murmured Kragborg.

"Hm…Your substance is much more solid than I would have guessed. You seem like more of a gaseous entity…tell me Kragborg have you heard of sledding?" asked Garrix as he circled the demon.

"Yes…" replied Kragborg nervously.

"Would you like to go sledding?" asked Garrix. Before the demon could answer, Garrix hopped onto his minions back, knocking him forward onto the downward hill. At first, the path was snowy and Kragborg actually wasn't too mad, but the snow soon disappeared and Kraborg was sliding on jagged rock and his face was bursting through rocks. After a minute or two of this torture, Kragborg slid back onto a leveled surface near the bottom of the mountain and the sledding ceased. The demon puffed into a blue mist, returning to his world, and Garrix plopped on his bottom in the snow. The warlock held the test tube with the daisy in it and looked at it with a large smile sprawling the width of his face. He summoned his felsteed and looked back to the book.

"Let's see…I believe the Arathi Highlands shall be my next stop!' said the Garrix as he slapped the reigns of the demon horse. The felsteed raised it's front hooves and quickly ran off.