For the next three days, Lothraxion told us about the Twisting Nether: the place Aura teleported me to. He also talked about a vast demonic army called the Burning Legion and how they orchestrated the Horde's invasion of Azeroth.

He became uneasy when we mentioned our mysterious stalker in the other world.

"I fought the Legion for thousands of years. I was... part of the Legion for thousands more, and I've never heard of a creature that could move through the Twisting Nether like that. If you could not see it Turalyon that is is troubling. Demons should not be able to avoid the gaze of the Light."

After listening to the recount of our time in the Twisting Nether, Lothraxion was convinced the creature was one of the Legion's rarest assassins. The second-in-command of the Legion, Kil'jaeden, had personally trained a select few to kill or capture important enemies. If it was still following Alleria and Turalyon, then it wouldn't stop up its job was done which meant they were still in danger, and since I made contact with them, I was a target as well.

Another thing we talked about with Lothraxion was the Army of the Light, and it's war against the Legion. He told us the Light needed Turalyon and Alleria's help, but that would have to wait.

"We cannot risk leading that creature by to our stronghold," Lothraxion said. "I will stay here with you until it is slain."

Turalyon and I welcomed his help. Alleria however, didn't.

"Lothraxion, you need to leave. We can protect ourselves."

"I'm not sure you understand how dangerous this assassin is," the commander replied before I could object.

"What is a big prize to the Legion?" she asked. "Two recruits or a commander?"

"Two recruits," I echoed under my breath.

"When you leave, it will follow you," she continued. "You must set a trap for it. Return to us when it is dead."

Lothraxion was going to object, but Turalyon cut him off.

"We understand the danger, Lothraxion. We understand perfectly."

"Maybe you do," I spoke up, causing all three to look at me. "But I don't. I can't use magic and I've never used a weapon before. You two may be able to protect yourselves, but I can't.

Lothraxion crossed his arms. "The boy is right, he knows nothing of the Legion and what its agents are capable of."

I could see Turalyon was thinking about the situation. Hopefully, he'd be able to come up-

"I'll train him," Alleria said.

"What?" my jaw hung loose.

"He won't be able to defend himself if the enemy comes for us, and it would take him a while to master the Light," Alleria explained. "So I'll him how to use a bow and wield a knife."

She turned to me. "If he is up for it."

I considered this. Using a bow would take time to master as would using a knife, but it would make things somewhat easier.

I nodded. "I'll do it."

Lothraxion's eyes narrowed. He silently regarded the three of us. "Very well, but I will not leave you defenseless."

Before he left, Lothraxion offered Turalyon a few hours of instruction in the ways of the Light. During that time, Alleria trained me.

As I believed, the training was difficult and Alleria was a strict teacher. She never hesitated during combat training, so I was left with more bruises than I can count. Still, it paid off.

Holding a bow straight was very difficult, it took me about two hours before I finally hit my target. I still had a long way to go, but it was a start. I even managed to hit a deer-like creature.

Alleria also taught me to finish off prey and I learned she had night vision.


During that time Turalyon had literally been glowing due to what Lothraxion taught him. It grew real annoying after an hour.

We were currently sitting at a campfire, eating the deer I hit. The sun a gone down a few minutes ago.

"Can you stop please?" Alleria sweetly asked Turalyon who was still glowing. "You are ruining my night vision."

"Does my radiance bother you?" Turalyon responded. "Am I delving too deeply into the unbridled power of justice and hope?"

"Will your radiance stop someone from killing you while you sleep?"

"As a matter of fact, it might."

"Oh god," Aura groaned out of nowhere. "They're acting like kids."

And where were you? I snapped after a moment of shock at her reappearance.

"I thought you'd want me to keep a low profile due to the fact that you're currently with people. That way, it wouldn't look like you're talking to yourself."

...Fair point.

At this point, the light around Turalyon faded, leaving the campfire as our only source of light.

"What did you think of our new friend?" He asked us both. "I know you two couldn't feel his intentions through the Light."

I shrugged. "He seems friendly, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can be trusted."

I went back to chewing my steak while Alleria used a flat stone to sharpen her arrowheads.

"He had a lot to say," she spoke. "None of it seemed like a lie."

I heard Turalyon mumble something I couldn't make out, but Alleria stopped her task almost immediately. I knew what Turalyon said.

The Light Mother or whatever she was, wanted Alleria and Turalyon to lead the Grand Army of the Light.

I, however, I was just a regular kid and the Light had no use for me. Despite knowing them for three days, Alleria and Turalyon seemed reluctant to leave me behind. I must've grown on them.

There was a long silence between the three of us, with the crackle of the fire and the soft scrape of metal against stone. In the distance, I could hear the nervous cries of Draenor's wildlife unsettled from the ongoing tremors.

Alleria finally put her rock down. "The Mother of Light saved us from the Nether. If she wants us to wait here for a few days, fine. But, asking us to march off to another war..."

I watch as she trailed off. No doubt she was thinking of her son Arator.

She gestured to me. "And does she expect us to just leave him behind?"

I wanted to reply, but I honestly didn't know what to say.

"If the Light can return us to Azeroth first, we can raise an army for it. That has to be far more useful than just the two of us," Turalyon suggested before turning to me. "And maybe we can find you a home."

I smiled at them weakly. "That does sound nice."


We continued to talk through the night. When dusk came Turalyon and Alleria took turns keeping watch while the others slept. I offered to take a turn but they told me I would need a lot of rest. By midday, I felt refreshed and now all that was left was waiting for the demon to be killed.

Alleria wasn't sure if Lothraxion had understood what they had asked him to do, but he had at least been willing to play along. There was no telling how long it would take. If we were to be waiting here for weeks or months, her advice to manage resources still rang true.

We were running low on food and water. Turalyon left to find a river. I helped Alleria set some snares in the nearby forest. When he returned, I was staring up at the sky while Alleria paced around the edge of the campsite carefully inspecting the ground.

"Where is the water?" She asked.

"It can wait," he responded. "This has been on my mind since I woke. We spent all night talking about war, but not a word about our son."

"We can talk about Methain later."

"If one of us goes to war, the other must stay behind with him."

"This is just a suggestion," I sat up as Turalyon approached Alleria. "But Alleria has family n Azeroth. Couldn't they look after him while you two head out to war? If not, I'd be willing to help out."

Turalyon smiled. "That's very kind of you, Casey, but we couldn't ask you to put yourself in danger just for us. And not sure if our families will have the time to look after Methain."

He turned to Alleria. "It isn't right to risk making him an orphan, not after we already took a chance coming here."

She met his gaze without blinking. "He will be safe, I promise."

Her hand reached up to his chin. Her dagger slipped easily into his throat.

Turalyon's eyes widened with shock. He stepped backward, clutching at his throat, trying in vain to stem the river of blood. She had buried the blade to the hilt.

Alleria watched him without pity. "My son's name is Arator, demon."

The creature that looked like Turalyon roared with rage and took two stumbling steps toward her. Green fire lept from one hand while the other produced a dagger.

I was about to distract it when Alleria sidestepped the assassin, caught his elbow and pivoted. The creature crashed into the ground, its arm bent at an unnatural angle, dagger falling uselessly at its side and evaporating.

Gurgling shrieks of pain and anger echoed through the trees. Alleria let it squall was she retrieved her bow and quiver, passing the dagger to me. Branches crunched a few paces away, and Turalyon, the real Turalyon, stepped out of the forest, hammer in hand.

Blazing light trailed off of him like smoke. "Nicely done," he said grimly.

"It was impatient. I would have waited a few days, and would not have left tracks everywhere." Alleria drew an arrow. "What is more valuable? A commander or two new recruits? Apparently, the two recruits. Interesting. Let us talk about that."

The assassin snarled and tried to scramble to its feet, Turalyon's hammer put it back down. Hard. Turlyon gestured and the remnants of the creatures disguise vanished in a flash, revealing its true form: a lanky demon, face twisted with agony.

Lothraxion was right. This was a demon. Dark smoke leaped from its black and dead eyes.

Alleria stood over it, aiming her bow straight down. "You are a minion of the Burning Legion, yes?"

The demon smiled up at her. "I am but one of an infinite army! I am but a single spear of an endless- argh!"

Her arrow found its mark. She drew another and aimed it a different, yet equally painful point. She didn't ask again.

The demon spat and cursed. "Yes, I am of the Burning Legion, you worm! You flesh-classed, mortal fool! Arrogant scum! Doomed to crawl in dirt and filth before the great lord of the-"

The creature howled again as the second arrow hit home.

Alleria shook her head, "You tracked us for days tell me why?"

I moved back slightly as the demon giggled. "Fate spins around you! I can feel it, I can see it! I saw it all around this world, and then it all blew up! Some many little lights blinking out, but not you two, you two lived! And that means fate has plans."

He turned to me. "It has a particular interest in this one!"

Before I could ask him what he meant, the demon succumbed to a fit of manic laughter.

Turalyon hefted his shield. "Perhaps you're right, but you won't live to see it."

The demon glared at him. "You think we won't meet again?! I will find you! All of you! I will have you souls as baubles around my neck, and you will suffer for all eternity!"

He grinned maniacally. "And then, I will find your son, Arator! And I will make him kneel before Sargeras himself, so you may watch him burn in the master's glory! You think you've won, do you-"

I brought my arm down, the dagger broke through the demon's skull. Its mouth moved for a few seconds. It twitched once, twice, then it was still.

I shrugged an apology to my friends. "Sorry, I should've asked."

Alleria smiled ever so slightly. "Pity. I wanted to do that."

"I didn't like hearing it say Arator's name either," Turalyon added.

The demon's body decayed into dry dust blowing away on the breeze, leaving nothing behind.


Here is chapter 3.

I hope you guys enjoyed the demon scene.

It seems fate has something planned for Casey. Will it include a way to get him to Azeroth? Only time will tell.

'til next time,

this is the EZ-GMR,

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