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Naga stared up at the sky. Two days had passed since Naga had made her vow. The others were asleep on the soft grass in the middle of the woods. However, Naga couldn't sleep. She was too busy thinking about her problem.
'What the hell am I going to do?' she asked herself. Eventually, she fell asleep.
'Where am I?' Naga thought. She looked around at her surroundings. It looked like it belonged to a princess or a queen. Then a figure caught her attention. She was tall and thin, with dark hair down to her shoulders. She greatly resembled Naga.
'M-mother?'
Another figure entered the room. A man with murderous intent.
"Mom! Look out!"
She didn't hear Naga. The man launched many chords at her, severing limbs and spilling blood. The body fell into a pool of blood.
Naga ran over towards her mother's corpse. She held it close to her, her own eyes closed, crying and screaming.
"MOTHER! MOTHER! MOOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
"Now it is your turn."
Naga looked up, but the man she knew as Booley the assasin had changed into a horrible, firey daemon. He had two huge horns protruding from the sides of his head, and wielded a blade of fire. The daemon raised the blade, then struck Naga.
Naga awoke to the others staring at her. She sat up and looked around. She was back in the forest with Xellos and the others.
"Naga! Are you alright?!" asked Chocolate worriedly.
"Yes," Naga panted. "I - I'm fine. I just had a nightmare, that's all."
"About your mother?" asked Marron.
"Yeah, how'd you-"
"We heard you screaming out 'mother,'" said Gateau.
"Are you gonna be okay?" asked Tira.
"Yeah, I'll be alright."
"Good," stated Xellos, "because Big Mamma has given us another assignment. We are to meet and speak with the Krirn Tor in Dalaran, about five miles north of here."
"Well then," said Naga with her usual enthusiasm, "let's get going!"
Gourry awoke to a strange melody. They had been travelling for two days, trying to reach the Katato Mountains and the Claire Bible.
Gourry followed the melody to a lake a good distance away from the campsite. There, he saw a beautiful woman. As he got closer, he recognized her as the Dark Lord and Beastmaster, Zelas Metallium.
"What are you doing here?" Gourry asked suspiciously.
"Why, I wanted to see you, Gourry darling," Zelas said in a sultry tone as she walked towards him.
"Why do you want to see me, Beastmaster?!" Gourry demanded, Sword of Light ready.
"Firstly," Zelas began seductively, wrapping her arm around his waist, "there's no need to be so formal. Please, call me... Zelas. And secondly, I'm insulted! Why would you need to be suspicious of me? I just wanted to see you again."
"B-b-b-but..." As Gourry stammered on, Zelas searched him for the Eye.
'Dammit, where is it?!'
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH GOURRY?!"
Both Zelas and Gourry looked towards the voice, and said the same thing.
"Oh, shit!"
Lina was royally pissed. "Uh, well Gourry, it was good to see you again! Bye!" Zelas said as she vanished. Because of that, Gourry felt the full force of Lina's wrath.
'Great,' Zelas thought. 'Have to think of another way.'
Naga and the others entered the Violet Citadel of Dalaran. It looked like a normal city, except...
"Wow, the people here sure are strange," observed Chocolate.
Indeed they were. Many looked normal, except for their pointed ears. Others were shrot and stout, with either jolly bodies or muscular ones.
"That's because many aren't human."
They looked towards the owner of the voice. He was tall and slender, as tall as Marron. he had blonde hair that went down to the small of his back, tied in a long ponytail. He wore brown pants, a green tunic, and a blue cape. He also had a blue headband and blue markings around his eyes. He had a hood, but it was down. His most distinguishing features were his pointed ears.
He noticed the surprised look on their faces.
"My apologies. I haven't inrtoduced myself. I am the Ranger Michael Silvermoon. I will be your escort to the Tower of the Magi. As for the people around," he said, pointing to the villiagers, "those that aren't human are one of three races. Those like me are Elven. The Short, jolly ones are Gnomish. And the short, bulky ones are Dwarven. Please, follow me."
They followed him into a large tower in the center of town.
"What exactly is the Tower of the Magi? And who are the Kirin Tor?" asked Xellos.
"The Tower of the Magi's upper levels serve as training areas for sorcerers, wizards, magi, and battle magi. The lower levels handle town politics and other things involving the city itself. The level we will be going to is known as 'The Chamber of Air.' It is the uppermost level of the tower. That is where the Kirin Tor, our city's council, and the most powerful of sorcerers, magicians, wizards, warlocks, and magi hold council."
"I see," said Xellos, taking it all in.
They continued up the dark stairway until they came to a large pair of doors.
"This is where I must leave you," said Michael.
"Why?" asked Tira.
"Only members of the Tor or guests that they have invited may enter the Chamber of air."
"Well, thanks for guding us," said Carrot.
The Hunters entered the room. The inside looked like a constant change between clear skies and horrible storms. There were also eight people inside, each wearing a violet robe and standing on a pedastal in each corner of the octagonal room.
"Welcome, Hunters of Evil," said a tall mage in a male voice.
"Your presence comes as great relief to us," said the mage to the first one's right, in a female voice.
"We have come as requested," said Marron. "Why have we been summoned here?"
The first mage spoke again. "A very powerful rouge mage has stolen a very powerful artifact, one that, in the wrong hands, can become a very powerful Forbidden Magic: The Book of Medivh."
"It is extremely important that you retrieve the book for us," said a third mage, a tall one with a voice much like Michael's.
"Where is this rouge mage?" asked Gateau.
"Zuluhead the Whacked hides on an island two miles northwest of here. You must return the book and destroy him," a fourth mage replied in a voice like the third's, but female.
"All right," said Chocolate. "Consider the book returned!"
"And Zuluhead dead!" said Carrot.
They began to leave, when the first mage spoke. "It's been over four years now, hasn't it, Gracia?"
Naga turned towards him. "How do you know my name?" Naga said darkly.
"We have communicated with you in a dream," he replied. "Did you see your mother?" Naga nodded. "And the daemon?" She nodded again. "Then our message got through, and you saw the enemy that you must face soon."
The others stared as Naga and the mage conversed. "Who is he?"
"He is Kil'jaeden, leader of a group of daemons known only as the Burning Legion. You will have to face him and his minions soon, Naga. However, your friends will not be able to help you. At that time, you must be able to conquer your inner demons, in order to destry the outer ones. Now go."
Naga and the others left, all confused about what the mage had said, Naga most of all.
As the others had left town in search of Zuluhead, Michael had informed them that he was to be their escort. They had traveled to the lake that the Tor had informed them of, and were preparing to cross, when they heard Tira scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
They turned to look, and saw Tira turn to stone before their eyes. Before they could do anything, however, Marron, Gateau, Chocolate, and Carrot changed as well.
"What's going on?!" screamed Naga.
"Zuluhead must have used one of the spells in the Book of Medivh to enchant this area!" Michael responded.
"Then why aren't we changing?" asked Xellos.
"Most of the spells are designed to work agains humans," Michael said.
"Then why am I not changing?" asked Naga.
"Most likely because we're not humans of THIS world," suggested Xellos.
"Either way," stated Michael, "we have to kill Zuluhead."
They were able to get into the stronghold on the island, thanks to Xellos' Monster abilities. Unfortunately, they landed right in the middle of a bunch of soldiers.
"What are these things?!" yelled Naga.
The soldiers weren't human. They were green-skinned, had pointy ears, and fangs that jutted out from their lower jaw. They wore armor on their lower legs, pecs, arms, and sensitive areas, and had hats with huge horns. They also carried huge battle axes.
"Orcs!"replied Michael. "Zuluhead leads thier particular clan, the Dragonmaw Clan!"
"There are Orcs in this world too?!" said Naga.
"Indeed there are!" said a somewhat crazed voice. They lloked to see another Orc, this one in a black cloak. In one hand he carried an ornate staff, in the other, a large, brown book.
"No! It can't be!" said Michael. "He has both the Book of Medivh and the Jeweled Scepter of the Daemonlord Sargeras!"
"You're a smart one, elf," said Zuluhead. "All I need now is the Eye of Dalaran and the Skull of Gul'dan. Then I won't need that damned Eye of Rezo, which the Tor destroyed two years ago!"
"The Eye of Rezo?!" said Xellos. "That was our only way home!"
"No, Xellos," Zuluhead replied. "There is another way. Too bad you will die before you can see it."
"How do you know who I am?!" Xellos demanded.
"I have studied under daemons from the Burning Legion, so that I could see worlds beyond this one by communicating with the spirits of the Twisting Nether. I also know your weaknesses."
Zuluhead mumbled something under his breath, and Xellos was caught in a pillar of White Magical energy.
"No use trying to escape, Monster. I've fine-tuned this spell so that you can't escape it. Your turn, elf."
He turned to Michael, who immediately caught an ax to the back of his head, splitting it like a melon.
"Michael," Naga mumbled. She was in shock. All of that blood. It reminded her of her mother. Her memory. Her dream. She almost passed out, when she was caught in a living vine, strangling her.
"Hmm, you're quite nice-looking, for a human. Maybe I'll keep you as a slave. Maybe torture you for a bit." He took a knife and made a gash on her arm. "You think of me as a daemon, don't you? My dream is to have their power, so I might as well consider myself one! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"
Naga almost passed out again, when she remembered the mage's words:
"You must be able to conquer your inner demons, in order to destroy the outer ones."
'No, I won't faint! My friends are depending on me!'
Zuluhead noticed her struggling.
"Naga, I know much about you, as well. Your magics are weak. You know nothing better than a Freeze Arrow!"
"Then you really know nothing about me!" She began to chant. "Darkness beyond Twilight..."
"Eh, what's this?"
"Crimson beyond bloos that flows, buried beneath the stream of time is where your power grows."
Then Zuluhead recognized the spell. "Oh, shit! Now, wait a minute, no need to be hasty!" he said, dropping the Book and the Scepter.
"I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand."
"Guards!" Zuluhead searched, but his Grunts had already ran.
"Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess!"
"Eep!"
"DRAGON SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!" The spell hit him dead on, ahd he and the entire part of the castle behind him was incinerated.
Naga looked around. Michael lay dead, but Xellos was free. She tore a piece of her cape off and tied it around the gash on her arm.
"I'll go check on the others," Xellos said, and disappeared. Naga walked over toMichael's body.
"I guess the only thing to do is bury him." She blsted a hole in the ground and placed Michael in it. She then filled the hole. It took her about an hour. She then picked up the Book and the staff, and walked off.
"Thanks for your help... Michael Silvermoon."
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Well, my little story here has gone from a Slayers / Sorcerer Hunters Crossover to that plus a Warcraft fusion. I apologize to any who dislike it, but there's a lot of good ideas and material to work with there. Review if you want, flame if you need, and e-mail suggestions at bishamonfett@aol.com. Thanks.
As for what's gonna happen next xhapter, well, that...
...is a secret. Bye!
Anything that relates to or seems related to the Warcraft series belongs to Blizzard Entertainment.
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Naga stared up at the sky. Two days had passed since Naga had made her vow. The others were asleep on the soft grass in the middle of the woods. However, Naga couldn't sleep. She was too busy thinking about her problem.
'What the hell am I going to do?' she asked herself. Eventually, she fell asleep.
'Where am I?' Naga thought. She looked around at her surroundings. It looked like it belonged to a princess or a queen. Then a figure caught her attention. She was tall and thin, with dark hair down to her shoulders. She greatly resembled Naga.
'M-mother?'
Another figure entered the room. A man with murderous intent.
"Mom! Look out!"
She didn't hear Naga. The man launched many chords at her, severing limbs and spilling blood. The body fell into a pool of blood.
Naga ran over towards her mother's corpse. She held it close to her, her own eyes closed, crying and screaming.
"MOTHER! MOTHER! MOOOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
"Now it is your turn."
Naga looked up, but the man she knew as Booley the assasin had changed into a horrible, firey daemon. He had two huge horns protruding from the sides of his head, and wielded a blade of fire. The daemon raised the blade, then struck Naga.
Naga awoke to the others staring at her. She sat up and looked around. She was back in the forest with Xellos and the others.
"Naga! Are you alright?!" asked Chocolate worriedly.
"Yes," Naga panted. "I - I'm fine. I just had a nightmare, that's all."
"About your mother?" asked Marron.
"Yeah, how'd you-"
"We heard you screaming out 'mother,'" said Gateau.
"Are you gonna be okay?" asked Tira.
"Yeah, I'll be alright."
"Good," stated Xellos, "because Big Mamma has given us another assignment. We are to meet and speak with the Krirn Tor in Dalaran, about five miles north of here."
"Well then," said Naga with her usual enthusiasm, "let's get going!"
Gourry awoke to a strange melody. They had been travelling for two days, trying to reach the Katato Mountains and the Claire Bible.
Gourry followed the melody to a lake a good distance away from the campsite. There, he saw a beautiful woman. As he got closer, he recognized her as the Dark Lord and Beastmaster, Zelas Metallium.
"What are you doing here?" Gourry asked suspiciously.
"Why, I wanted to see you, Gourry darling," Zelas said in a sultry tone as she walked towards him.
"Why do you want to see me, Beastmaster?!" Gourry demanded, Sword of Light ready.
"Firstly," Zelas began seductively, wrapping her arm around his waist, "there's no need to be so formal. Please, call me... Zelas. And secondly, I'm insulted! Why would you need to be suspicious of me? I just wanted to see you again."
"B-b-b-but..." As Gourry stammered on, Zelas searched him for the Eye.
'Dammit, where is it?!'
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH GOURRY?!"
Both Zelas and Gourry looked towards the voice, and said the same thing.
"Oh, shit!"
Lina was royally pissed. "Uh, well Gourry, it was good to see you again! Bye!" Zelas said as she vanished. Because of that, Gourry felt the full force of Lina's wrath.
'Great,' Zelas thought. 'Have to think of another way.'
Naga and the others entered the Violet Citadel of Dalaran. It looked like a normal city, except...
"Wow, the people here sure are strange," observed Chocolate.
Indeed they were. Many looked normal, except for their pointed ears. Others were shrot and stout, with either jolly bodies or muscular ones.
"That's because many aren't human."
They looked towards the owner of the voice. He was tall and slender, as tall as Marron. he had blonde hair that went down to the small of his back, tied in a long ponytail. He wore brown pants, a green tunic, and a blue cape. He also had a blue headband and blue markings around his eyes. He had a hood, but it was down. His most distinguishing features were his pointed ears.
He noticed the surprised look on their faces.
"My apologies. I haven't inrtoduced myself. I am the Ranger Michael Silvermoon. I will be your escort to the Tower of the Magi. As for the people around," he said, pointing to the villiagers, "those that aren't human are one of three races. Those like me are Elven. The Short, jolly ones are Gnomish. And the short, bulky ones are Dwarven. Please, follow me."
They followed him into a large tower in the center of town.
"What exactly is the Tower of the Magi? And who are the Kirin Tor?" asked Xellos.
"The Tower of the Magi's upper levels serve as training areas for sorcerers, wizards, magi, and battle magi. The lower levels handle town politics and other things involving the city itself. The level we will be going to is known as 'The Chamber of Air.' It is the uppermost level of the tower. That is where the Kirin Tor, our city's council, and the most powerful of sorcerers, magicians, wizards, warlocks, and magi hold council."
"I see," said Xellos, taking it all in.
They continued up the dark stairway until they came to a large pair of doors.
"This is where I must leave you," said Michael.
"Why?" asked Tira.
"Only members of the Tor or guests that they have invited may enter the Chamber of air."
"Well, thanks for guding us," said Carrot.
The Hunters entered the room. The inside looked like a constant change between clear skies and horrible storms. There were also eight people inside, each wearing a violet robe and standing on a pedastal in each corner of the octagonal room.
"Welcome, Hunters of Evil," said a tall mage in a male voice.
"Your presence comes as great relief to us," said the mage to the first one's right, in a female voice.
"We have come as requested," said Marron. "Why have we been summoned here?"
The first mage spoke again. "A very powerful rouge mage has stolen a very powerful artifact, one that, in the wrong hands, can become a very powerful Forbidden Magic: The Book of Medivh."
"It is extremely important that you retrieve the book for us," said a third mage, a tall one with a voice much like Michael's.
"Where is this rouge mage?" asked Gateau.
"Zuluhead the Whacked hides on an island two miles northwest of here. You must return the book and destroy him," a fourth mage replied in a voice like the third's, but female.
"All right," said Chocolate. "Consider the book returned!"
"And Zuluhead dead!" said Carrot.
They began to leave, when the first mage spoke. "It's been over four years now, hasn't it, Gracia?"
Naga turned towards him. "How do you know my name?" Naga said darkly.
"We have communicated with you in a dream," he replied. "Did you see your mother?" Naga nodded. "And the daemon?" She nodded again. "Then our message got through, and you saw the enemy that you must face soon."
The others stared as Naga and the mage conversed. "Who is he?"
"He is Kil'jaeden, leader of a group of daemons known only as the Burning Legion. You will have to face him and his minions soon, Naga. However, your friends will not be able to help you. At that time, you must be able to conquer your inner demons, in order to destry the outer ones. Now go."
Naga and the others left, all confused about what the mage had said, Naga most of all.
As the others had left town in search of Zuluhead, Michael had informed them that he was to be their escort. They had traveled to the lake that the Tor had informed them of, and were preparing to cross, when they heard Tira scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
They turned to look, and saw Tira turn to stone before their eyes. Before they could do anything, however, Marron, Gateau, Chocolate, and Carrot changed as well.
"What's going on?!" screamed Naga.
"Zuluhead must have used one of the spells in the Book of Medivh to enchant this area!" Michael responded.
"Then why aren't we changing?" asked Xellos.
"Most of the spells are designed to work agains humans," Michael said.
"Then why am I not changing?" asked Naga.
"Most likely because we're not humans of THIS world," suggested Xellos.
"Either way," stated Michael, "we have to kill Zuluhead."
They were able to get into the stronghold on the island, thanks to Xellos' Monster abilities. Unfortunately, they landed right in the middle of a bunch of soldiers.
"What are these things?!" yelled Naga.
The soldiers weren't human. They were green-skinned, had pointy ears, and fangs that jutted out from their lower jaw. They wore armor on their lower legs, pecs, arms, and sensitive areas, and had hats with huge horns. They also carried huge battle axes.
"Orcs!"replied Michael. "Zuluhead leads thier particular clan, the Dragonmaw Clan!"
"There are Orcs in this world too?!" said Naga.
"Indeed there are!" said a somewhat crazed voice. They lloked to see another Orc, this one in a black cloak. In one hand he carried an ornate staff, in the other, a large, brown book.
"No! It can't be!" said Michael. "He has both the Book of Medivh and the Jeweled Scepter of the Daemonlord Sargeras!"
"You're a smart one, elf," said Zuluhead. "All I need now is the Eye of Dalaran and the Skull of Gul'dan. Then I won't need that damned Eye of Rezo, which the Tor destroyed two years ago!"
"The Eye of Rezo?!" said Xellos. "That was our only way home!"
"No, Xellos," Zuluhead replied. "There is another way. Too bad you will die before you can see it."
"How do you know who I am?!" Xellos demanded.
"I have studied under daemons from the Burning Legion, so that I could see worlds beyond this one by communicating with the spirits of the Twisting Nether. I also know your weaknesses."
Zuluhead mumbled something under his breath, and Xellos was caught in a pillar of White Magical energy.
"No use trying to escape, Monster. I've fine-tuned this spell so that you can't escape it. Your turn, elf."
He turned to Michael, who immediately caught an ax to the back of his head, splitting it like a melon.
"Michael," Naga mumbled. She was in shock. All of that blood. It reminded her of her mother. Her memory. Her dream. She almost passed out, when she was caught in a living vine, strangling her.
"Hmm, you're quite nice-looking, for a human. Maybe I'll keep you as a slave. Maybe torture you for a bit." He took a knife and made a gash on her arm. "You think of me as a daemon, don't you? My dream is to have their power, so I might as well consider myself one! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"
Naga almost passed out again, when she remembered the mage's words:
"You must be able to conquer your inner demons, in order to destroy the outer ones."
'No, I won't faint! My friends are depending on me!'
Zuluhead noticed her struggling.
"Naga, I know much about you, as well. Your magics are weak. You know nothing better than a Freeze Arrow!"
"Then you really know nothing about me!" She began to chant. "Darkness beyond Twilight..."
"Eh, what's this?"
"Crimson beyond bloos that flows, buried beneath the stream of time is where your power grows."
Then Zuluhead recognized the spell. "Oh, shit! Now, wait a minute, no need to be hasty!" he said, dropping the Book and the Scepter.
"I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand."
"Guards!" Zuluhead searched, but his Grunts had already ran.
"Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess!"
"Eep!"
"DRAGON SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!" The spell hit him dead on, ahd he and the entire part of the castle behind him was incinerated.
Naga looked around. Michael lay dead, but Xellos was free. She tore a piece of her cape off and tied it around the gash on her arm.
"I'll go check on the others," Xellos said, and disappeared. Naga walked over toMichael's body.
"I guess the only thing to do is bury him." She blsted a hole in the ground and placed Michael in it. She then filled the hole. It took her about an hour. She then picked up the Book and the staff, and walked off.
"Thanks for your help... Michael Silvermoon."
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Well, my little story here has gone from a Slayers / Sorcerer Hunters Crossover to that plus a Warcraft fusion. I apologize to any who dislike it, but there's a lot of good ideas and material to work with there. Review if you want, flame if you need, and e-mail suggestions at bishamonfett@aol.com. Thanks.
As for what's gonna happen next xhapter, well, that...
...is a secret. Bye!