The Violet Citadel, Dalaran, Deadwind Pass. One day after the Broken Shore Massacre.
"In the matter of allowing the Horde back into Dalaran and offering membership in the Kirin Tor, vote aye.", Khadgar raised his hand.
"Nay", Jaina's angry voice echoed throughout the cavernous chamber.
"Aye", Archmage Karlain gave Khadgar a thumbs up and Archmagi Vargoth and Modera followed suit.
"Nay", Ansirem Runeweaver shook his head, being the only one to agree with Jaina that the Horde was not to be trusted.
"Wait, not all of us are here. Kalec has a say about this as well, he should be here any moment, you can't just make such a decision without him.", Jaina protested.
"Very well, we will wait and see what Kalec has to say about this." Khadgar sighed.
"Have a say about what? Sorry for being late, but I just discovered a living breathing blue Dragonflight population at the Broken Isles. Not only that, but it's also unaffected by Malygos's madness and sired by Senegos himself. He's alive, I thought that he perished eons ago. I only came back to inform you about it and return to help them, they're in grave danger.", Archmage Kalecgos run into the Violet Citadel breathless.
"Khadgar wants to allow the Horde to return to Dalaran and re-join the Kirin Tor, Kalec. That's what's going on. He forgets all about the atrocities they have committed against our world and has convinced three of the council already. Your vote is decisive in this matter. Please be the voice of reason in this madness, my love.", Jaina pleaded with her lover and father of her five-year-old son.
"Forgive me my love, but I will have to agree with Khadgar in this matter. We need the Horde's strength if we wish to push the Legion back into the Twisting Nether where they belong. We cannot do this alone. Not all the Horde is to be blamed about what happened at Theramore. Garosh is dead, Thrall saw to his punishment, he died horribly at his hands. Please let go of your hatred, don't allow personal feelings cloud your judgment, most of the Horde and its leaders are honorable individuals. Give them a chance for the sake of our world.", the Aspect of magic pleaded with his beloved. To no avail, Jaina gave him a disappointed look, her blue eyes brimmed with tears for his betrayal that she stubbornly did not allow to fall.
"The vote carries. I'm sorry Jaina but the scales are higher than they've ever been.", Khadgar whispered.
"Jaina please...we're doing what's best for Azeroth. Stand with us.", Modera pleaded with her old friend. The older Sorceress felt a strong pang of guilt for the part she played during the past sixteen years in the purging of all non-Alliance-affiliated races from Dalaran. Not only did she turn a blind eye when Garithos sentenced Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider and his kin to death all those years ago, but she also tried to coerce Rommath into handing over his scientific research to her by having him almost beaten to death by Garithos' lackeys. She also told them that they should rape the love of his life right in front of him should he stubbornly refused to talk. Thalia Lightcaster, Kael'thas' consort at the time was chained right next to him in Dalaran's dungeons and would have been gang-raped by them, had Kael'thas not escaped with the help of the Naga and rescued them all. Her indifference towards the Blood Elves and the rest of the Horde races extended to allowing Jaina's purging Dalaran of all the Blood Elves eight years ago and aiding her in almost killing Thalia on Draenor two years after the purge.
But now, after the Legion almost annihilated them all at the Broken Shore, Modera reconsidered her previous decisions. Do petty racial differences matter, when the world is about to end? Was Kael right into accepting the Naga's help? Yes, he had no choice, if the Naga didn't help them, his people would have died. Was Jaina's decision to purge the Sunreavers and whatever Horde citizens resided in Dalaran during that time and imprison those who stubbornly remained into the Violet Hold, for the actions of a handful of Blood Elves? No, she should have punished the perpetrators and not the entire Horde. Were her own actions in Zangara to trap Thalia, who at the time was the Warlord/General and Commander of the Horde Garrison and forces on Draenor, and leave her in Jaina's mercy because of what that Blood Elf did to her young friend right? No, not only would she have started an all-out war with the Horde but would have suffered the wrath of King Varian Wrynn who was enamored with the Shadow Priestess. And the Iron Horde would have prevailed, leaving Azeroth completely defenseless against the Legion. Modera shuddered at the thought of countless demons pouring out of the Tomb of Sargeras and falling upon this world like locust.
"The council is blind to the truth. When the Horde betrays you again, remember who warned you. Farewell", Jaina shook her head disappointed and teleported out of the Citadel to the home she shared with Kalec and her children at the former Sunreaver's sanctuary, an added insult to the Blood Elves' defeat.
"Aren't you going to talk to her, Kalec?", Khadgar wondered, but the blue-haired sorcerer shook his head.
"No, when she gets like this, I give her some space and let her cool off. I'll go to her in about a week's time and discuss the situation with her. Any kind of approach before that will be a disaster. I'll return to Azhuna and my long-lost kin, there's a lot to be done there, Khadgar. I' expect you to come within a day, I'm going to need your help and whoever you can spare as well.", and with a nod, he casted himself back to the Broken Isles, eager to rekindle his relationship with his extended family.
Jaina was furious, not only did the rest of the council not listen to her, but her own mate betrayed her and broke her heart by not standing with her when she needed him the most.
'How could he do this to me? How could he whitewash the Horde's actions, when he was there when Theramore was turned into dust? How can he allow the Sunreavers back into Dalaran when their leader turned a blind eye at the actions of his subordinates? Actions that released a menace into the world and destroyed almost one-fifth of Pandaria? How can he talk about honorable Horde individuals, when that whore Thalia Lightcaster beat me within an inch of my life? I almost lost our son that day, doesn't he remember that? Or does he not care anymore?", She wondered as she magically packed all of her and her children's belongings.
'Well, I'm not going to just stand around and watch the Legion devour this world. They are fools if they think that the Horde is going to help us. They are cowards, I bet that they will all run back to alternate Draenor and seal the Black portal, leaving the rest of us to die. Draenor is big enough to accommodate the Horde in its entirety. Do they think that I did not figure out their true intentions? Sylvanas is very smart and cunning. I know that she's planning to convince Vol'jin and the rest of the leaders to run and hide on Draenor and then return to strike a bargain with the Legion when this world falls. I know that she always had her eyes set on Stormwind. Perhaps this was her plan all along. She lures us into a trap at the Broken Shore, we get obliterated, the Horde takes a long and comfortable vacation on Draenor and then return to rule the whole of Azeroth as members of the Legion when this is all over. None of us would be left to oppose her. I need to devise a plan and thwart all her scheming. But first I need to ensure my children's safety. They can't stay on Azeroth, they will perish.', she furrowed her eyebrows and summoned a scrying orb at her feet.
Years ago, after the Black Temple fell and Illidan Stormrage perished at the hands of Maiev Shadowsong, Jaina traveled to Karabor and ransacked the Demon Hunter's chambers with Akama's blessings who wanted nothing more than to be rid of anything that reminded him of his betrayal. Of course, his official story was that research and magic such as those that Illidan performed had no place in a Temple of the Light and it would be best that everything owned by Illidan, be moved somewhere else. So Jaina left the Black Temple with bags full of scrolls with Illidan's spells, research, talismans and other magical objects that according to Akama reeked of fel magic.
Jaina even found Illidan's journals among his belongings and read about the War of the Ancients and everything that transpired after he was released from his prison from the Demon Hunter's point of view. Jaina was shocked to discover that Illidan and Maiev became intimate on the first night of her incarceration at the Warden's cage and Illidan could not get his mind off her ever since that night. Even that "gorgeous little Priestess" who came to visit him from Quel'thalas only managed to distract him during the time he "fucked her brains out". Jaina sprayed the tea she was drinking all over her desk when she read that line, it was quite amusing to read such a vulgar statement in such an ancient and revered language.
There were many drawings and Illustrations in that journal of himself as a young Elf, before his transformation into a half demon and before Sargeras burned out his eyes. One depicted a young Malfurion and Tyrande as a novice Druid and Priestess, respectively, sitting by a lake and laughing at a joke a young Illidan, in a Moonguard's uniform was telling them. Jaina had to admit that he was gorgeous, with the golden eyes, the dark blue hair and the imposing physique.
One of the drawings had Azshara sitting lavishly on a majestic throne surrounded by several different Highborn Elves of both sexes, and demons. Another depicted a young Dath'remar Sunstrider standing next to Maiev and her Watchers on the other side of a cell, while a purple hand with fel green markings was protruding out of the prison door's barred window pointing at the two Night Elves as if accusing and warning them about something.
Another had Illidan in his present form standing over the corpse of the Dread Lord Tichondrious holding the skull of Guldan in one hand and one of his famous glaives with the other, while the second glaive was buried deep within the skull of the Nathrezim. Jaina saw hundreds of Naga emerging from the sea, yet another showed the Tomb of Sargeras as it was at the time he went there.
There was also a drawing of the ruins of Dalaran before it was rebuilt and moved to Northrend. Jaina felt sorrow when she saw Arthas as a Death Knight fighting Illidan at Felwood and at the foot of the Frozen Throne. She felt a pang of guilt as she saw several drawings of Kael'thas, Lorena's father.
The Sorceress became a bit bashful when she came across a good number of drawings and illustrations of the pornographic variety, she giggled for hours on end when she saw that a lot of them depicted Illidan and Tyrande as young Elves humping like bunnies in several different positions, she found it very amusing to see the future Kaldorei leader completely naked in a prostrate position holding on to the bed sheets for dear life as she screamed in ecstasy while Illidan was moving behind her, one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her neck staring straight ahead to what appeared to be a mirror, his golden eyes clouded with lust and his fangs barred as if ready to bite his partner's neck. A similar one showed Azshara in the same position, and Jaina had to leave her room for several hours and fly around Dustwallow Marsh until she was able to control her giggles, after Pained burst in her rooms several times to see what was going on.
Jaina also saw Maiev pinned up against a stone wall, in the throes of ecstasy, head thrown back, sweaty hair falling behind her in strings, large dark nipples erect and arms holding on to something, most likely Illidan's shoulders. Jaina found many more of the two of them, but in a different setting, this time it looked like a Kal'dorei prison, much like those she had seen at Mt. Hyjal. Illidan had written a little note after the last one:
"Are they all just dreams, or did it really happen? What have you done to me, Huntress? Why can't I stop thinking and dreaming about you? I'm supposed to hate you and not pine after you as I did with Tyrande..."
What perplexed her the most more were several drawings of him and a Blood Elven female with long black hair, whose face was always obscured by either her hair, her arms, or Illidan's hands. That female had no name next to those very detailed illustrations of her either being sprawled on her back grabbing on to sheets, her back arched, and her head thrown back as she screamed her ecstasy, face covered by strands of raven black hair or on top of Illidan, again back arched. There was one where she was on all fours with her head was hanging low, hiding thus her features, and another, where the unnamed female was kneeling on the edge of an ottoman, Illidan kneeling behind her to compensate for the height difference, one hand wrapped across her torso playing with her nipple, while the other was between her legs stimulating her nether regions as he moved inside her. She had her face turned towards him, kissing him, one of her arms reaching behind her and pulling his neck down towards her, while the other was grabbing one of his horns, hiding thus her face. All Illidan wrote at the last page of those illustrations was "My gorgeous little Priestess". There must have been a reason why that Priestess had no name or face, it was as if Illidan was trying to hide her identity, protecting her reputation perhaps? Her life? Jaina never had the time to discover that, she was more interested in the spells and the magical secrets hidden within those pages and not Illidan's past time activities.
It was in that journal that she discovered that Illidan had found a way to travel into the Twisting Nether in Astral form after she translated the journal and the rest of the scrolls into Common, a task that took her several months. Ancient Darnassian was a very complex language full of metaphors and dual meanings, and Illidan's spiky left-handed handwriting did not make matters easy for her. But in the end, she was successful in deciphering everything and gaining a new perspective and respect for the dead sorcerer. She concluded that he wasn't evil after all, but rather an individual who would do everything and stop at nothing in order to save the world. He reminded her of Arthas during the Purge of Stratholme, he too was faced with impossible decisions.
Now, the Sorceress pointed her staff at the floor and drew a perfect circle around herself, creating dark blue runes on the floor. She then muttered a spell and the blue light shot out of the orb and activated the runes. Jaina's bedroom disappeared and she was now floating in the Cosmos in the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy. A chill run down her spine as she witnessed the great Black Hole devouring all the stars around it, but she reassured herself that not only was she hundreds of light years away from it, but her corporal body was safe in her bedchamber. Jaina knew what she was looking for. A world that was never touched by the Legion. A planet that the devils were completely oblivious about its existence. She knew that such worlds existed, Draenor used to be one until Guldan in his desperation to survive and avenge his clan used his last remaining shamanistic powers to plead for the aid of any power that was listening and could help him. And Kil'jaeden answered.
But there were also other worlds that even the Titans themselves never knew about and did not influence their structuring and evolution. And where also, for an unknown reason hidden from Sargeras' all-seeing eye. Those were the worlds that Jaina was searching for right now and she found one. At the far end of the galaxy, hidden away from the Legion and the old gods, on the edge of one of the Milky Way's tendrils, was a lone star. Jaina floated towards it, passing majestic Nebulae of all shapes, sizes and colors, pulsars, white dwarves, red giants, gossamer sized blue stars and millions of smaller ones whose color varied depending on the molecular structure of the elements they were comprised of. She even met rogue planets and comets during her astral journey, before she finally reached her destination.
Nine planets, four of them gas giants, circled a small yellow sun. Two of the other five planets were very small and completely unsuitable to sustain life, one being too close to the sun and the other too far away from it. The same could be said about the second planet, the surface temperatures could melt even the strongest of metals, while the atmosphere on the fourth planet was unbreathable for humanoids, and the temperature dropped hundreds of degrees lower than the coldest point of Northrend. However, the third planet was just perfect. Jaina floated towards it passing through the asteroid belt that separated the smaller planets from the gas giants of the outer system. A small moon was circling the blue planet. From afar it looked just perfect, but upon closer inspection, she saw that thousands of metal objects of different sizes were circling it. Energy and electrical signals were emitted from a great number of them, while others seemed to be nothing but waste. She concluded that the nature of these objects was not natural but was rather crafted by the inhabitants of this world.
Jaina was facing the dark side of the planet, millions of lights flickered creating roughly the shape of the continents. From what she could tell, there was not much difference between this planet and Azeroth. A great body of water separated the two large continents, though there was no great Maelstrom close to the middle of this smaller ocean. The Sorceress focussed her attention on the north-eastern continent, at a large island where powerful magic was surging out of it in waves.
'Something's happening there, something big.', she concluded and used her scrying orb to discover what. It told her that a great war between the Light and the Dark was about to end, one where the Light was going to prevail. And there would be peace and prosperity in the Wizarding world after that.
'Wizarding? Sounds like a human term, who are the inhabitants of this planet?', she wondered.
'Humans', the orb answered her. 'After the curse of flesh was casted upon the Titans' creations by the old gods a great number of them was pulled here by the rift that was opened between our two worlds when the first Well of Eternity was created to seal N'zoth's prison. Several other creatures from our world passed through the rift as well, Dragons the most notable of them.' the orb whispered.
'Fascinating', Jaina thought and moved closer to the island. She saw a great castle next to a large lake. The sky was lit by spells fired towards the said castle. Dark spells. Spells that were answered by equally powered Light spells. A great energy barrier was surrounding the castle, even Jaina could not pass through it in her Astral form. She decided to move to a much smaller structure at the far end of the castle, where she sensed great magic emanating from it. Dark magic as well as Light. It was an abandoned building; two Human males were standing in there talking. Well, at least one of them was Human. The other one's face resembled greatly the large snake that was floating in a magical bubble around the Dark Wizard. The other, the younger one, was also emanating dark magic, however, there was Light in him as well. Light carefully hidden from the older dark sorcerer. All the sudden, the Dark wizard hissed something incomprehensible and the snake attacked the younger wizard who was too late in raising his wand.
'By the Light, I must help him!', Jaina casted herself back to her body and called for her children. Lorena, a fifteen-year-old half Elf, and Luke, a five-year-old half Dragon/High Elf, run to her chambers.
"What's the matter, mum?", Lorena touched her mother's arm.
"We have to leave, baby. You know that the Legion defeated us at the Broken Shore, annihilating half of our forces. Now the situation has become far worse. The treacherous Horde is planning to join the Legion and obliterate the rest of us, and the rest of the council refuses to listen to me. Kalec won't listen to me either. We must leave Azeroth now before it's too late. Come, we need to go to the Hall of the Guardian and create a portal that will take us to a planet at the far end of the Galaxy that is hidden from the Legion. We will be safe there.", Jaina shrunk all of their belongings and stuffed them into her pockets. She then placed her hands at her children's shoulders and teleported them at the Hall of the Guardian.
"Good, nobody's here.", she quickly rummaged through every nook and cranny of the vast dusty hall, until she found what she was looking for. A detailed astral map and a stellar cartography book to find the correct coordinates so that she could draw the correct runes to activate the portal. Lorena found them both at the top shelf of the astronomy library and brought them to her mother who had found some mana crystals in Meryl Felstorm's old chambers. Jaina required all the magical power she could get to create a safe and stable portal to the far end of the Galaxy and felt no guilt what so ever to drain the mana from half of them just like the Blood Elves did, using a spell Aethas Sunreaver taught her years ago. The Proudmoore family went to one of the hall's corridors and Jaina waved her staff in front of her counter-clockwise and runes appeared in the air and floated in a circle at the far end of the corridor. Each rune represented a constellation, and all together comprised the coordinates of the new planet.
"We're ready, children, stand behind me, while I activate the runes.', Lorena took Luke's hand and stood behind their mother. Jaina began to chant in an ancient language and one by one the runes began to glow white and to rotate. As soon as she stopped chanting, they all flashed bright, a white light surged out of the circle and the air within it crackled and turned liquid as a small whirlwind formed, its edge bursting to the other side of the portal. Seconds later the whirlwind disappeared, leaving a silvery liquid substance behind it as it settled that soon revealed a dusty old room.
"NOW", Jaina shouted and all three crossed to the other world. The injured man she saw in her Astral journey was lying on the floor, clutching his left arm and staring at them in disbelief.
"So, I'm not only dying, but angels have come to take me to heaven? Well, this is rich!", the man managed to whisper before he lost consciousness, and Jaina tasked Lorena to tend to him, since she was a novice Priestess, despite having a very strong affinity for the Arcane, being the child of two of the most powerful Magi Azeroth has ever seen.
"He's fine mum, he suffered a serious injury earlier but is now recovering, his blood pressure dropped, that's why he lost consciousness, but now its rising again. He'll come to in a minute.", Lorena informed her mother as she chanted a healing spell on the dark-haired man.
'He's tall, not as muscular as the Human males from our world and his nose is quite hooked. But he is attractive none the less.", Jaina gave the man an appraising look as he slowly opened his onyx-black eyes. 'Wow, those eyes! Such a dark color and they look like they can stare straight into my soul. I take it back, he's extremely attractive', the man actually smirked at her as if he just heard her thoughts.
"Who are you", he whispered.
"I'm lady Jaina Proudmoore an Archmage in my homeworld, and these are my children, Lorena and Luke. We come from a world on the far side of the galaxy. It's called Azeroth and it's currently being invaded by a very powerful enemy, the Burning Legion. They are demons, bent on destroying every sentient life in the Cosmos. I had to save my children, I need to ensure that they will be safe, while I battle the devils. I discovered that your planet is hidden from the Legion's eyes. I formally request sanctuary, Lord…", she paused waiting for him to say his name.
"I'm not a lord, Lady Proudmoore. My name is Severus Snape and I'm a Wizard. Twelve hours ago, I was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witcraft and Wizarding, I used to teach Defense Against the Dark arts and Potions. I don't know about being in any position to formally grant you sanctuary, but I could offer you a place to stay, while you settle your children. Care to come with me?", he got up and accioed a broken vase to him. "Make up your minds fast, we are leaving in sixty seconds for France. If you want to come with me, touch the vase." Left with no choice the Proudmoores touched the vase and they disappeared along with the Wizard.