Hello all! We're finally changing the World of Warcraft as we know it, and we just started Legion! There's one "slight" change obviously, but another one will be coming up lickety-split.

DreamWeaverGod: You're partly right...it's only a part of WHY Darminus flipped shit.

Wat: ….What?

Crown: That's not UNtrue.

Whispers in the Dark

Sleep…

The gentle, soothing voice cradled me in the darkness of my mind. I felt so light, so carefree in its grasp.

Sleep…

It sounded so familiar, so comforting.

Sleep...let us show the way to your glory.

I opened my eyes, a sea of light blinding them for a few moments. The glare passed, revealing a marvel. I was in a golden city, magic light posts guiding walkways and roads. It was filled with tall buildings and towers, each more beautiful than the first. The people looked just like me, wearing robes of extravagant colors and shades. They smiled and laughed, so jovial were their voices. When they looked upon me they waved and bowed, some even kneeled.

The sky was bright and clear, the sun radiating warmth on my skin. The clouds formed paintings in the sky, so real were the "strokes" that made them. Every cobblestone in the pavement was perfectly shaped, the spaces between so small it astounded the eyes to see it. Trees were planted in small patches alongside bushes, trimmed to precise measurements.

The clothes I had were magnificent, robes of white and gold and shining sapphire. I looked around, not believing what I was seeing.

Turn around…

I did so, heeding the voice. A massive tower took root in the center of the city, so high it pierced the clouds surrounding it. The walls were gold and amethyst, casting splendid reflections on the buildings surrounding it. It was beautiful, perfect.

This is but the beginning…

I was suddenly in a grand room, full of desks and shelves filled with books and scrolls. Thousands of candles lit the ceiling, a miniature sun in this miniature world. There were columns circulating around a single object. A throne, tall and ornate, a great rug leading me up it's steps. I sat down on the cushions, so cozy I nearly fell back to sleep. My eyes were low and dizzy, almost drawing closer and closer...

"Would you care for some wine, My Lord?"

My eyes shot open, her voice bringing me back to the world. I raised my head, seeing her beautiful form. She was wearing a new, familiar dress that revealed most of her skin and cleavage. Bracelets accompanied it, large ovals of violet surrounded by small gems. She wore a circlet matching a broad necklace, the same gems embedded within.

"Lanathil...I thought you had been taken."

She smiled, "Oh, that was a long time ago. Don't you remember? How you rescued me and defeated the demon? I still do."

She climbed the steps, kneeling in front of my legs.

"You still remember how I thanked you, don't you?"

She played her hands up and down my thighs, trailing in spots that made me hum with pleasure.

This can be yours, Darminus...if you but listened…

"I'm listening." I replied, watching Lanathil start to unbuckle my pants. The greed in her eyes pleased me.

We will have a task for you...you must not waver from it...or you risk losing her…

She had started to pump me, wrapping her tongue around my shaft as she worked it. I had barely enough focus to listen to the increasingly tempting voice, "What is this...hmm...task you ask of me?"

We will give you instructions...not now, while you still linger in the forests…

Reach the Isles...there your destiny awaits...and your prize…

Lanathil was bobbing at increasing speeds, urging me to let go inside her mouth. I was trying to hold it back, to make this moment last longer but I couldn't, so frenzied was her passion for me. At the final second, just before release...everything vanished.

I opened my eyes, purple fabric obscuring my vision. I pushed it away, finding myself in familiar surroundings. I was back in Lanathil's room, lying on top of her bed. I looked over, expecting to see her sleeping, but there was nothing. The events of before came back to me, feelings of hopelessness returning back to my heart.

The door opened, yet no one was there. Then Malfurion came around the side, entering the room. He looked around, taking in the details.

"I know what you did with her."

I instinctively went to protest, but he silenced me with a raised hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not so uptight as Tyrande. Love has no rules in my eyes."

He took a seat in the chair next to the mirror, leaning forward.

"What I do worry about is your fate."

That peaked my interest, causing me to sit up and take the blankets off me.

"What do you mean?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, which looked strange for someone with his...attachments.

"You caused quite the stir when L-when she disappeared."

I could see the conflict in his eyes, trying not to tell me what I did.

"What did I do?"

He raised his head, his look telling me everything.

"I hurt someone, didn't I?"

He nodded, turning to the door. Tyrande walked in, but not the way I remembered.

She had an eyepatch, a rough looking thing. There was no glow behind it, only adding to the remorse in my chest. She stared at me, no emotion in her eye. I lowered my head, the shame that I lost control, AGAIN, coursing through me.

"I don't blame you."

I raised my head, surprised to hear those words from her.

"Why? I took your eye, how could you forgive me?"

She too took a seat, although it was on the corner of the bed, away from us both.

"Why? Because I know how you felt, losing someone you held dear. No one can control those emotions, nothing can rein it in. Besides…"

She lifted her hand, staring across its features.

"I let her be taken. I deserve the Goddesses' punishment, for letting the prophecy be erred."

That triggered something in me, focusing my attention on it, "What is the prophecy, anyway? I've heard you guys mention it."

She sighed, looking at the rafters in the ceiling.

"Where do I begin? Long ago, after the Legion was pushed back from this world, we received a sign from Elune, a message. She said to us, "There will be a child born under a falling star, pale as moonlight. She is the key to the Legion's defeat, though she will not know. There will be a stranger, with eyes of glowing amber who will be the savior...or…""

She paused, letting me know what I could be.

"I could be the Betrayer, isn't it?"

She nodded, letting me absorb this information. I remembered the dream I had, remembering the soothing voice that guided me. I could not deny I wanted that, I wanted everything that was there, but I don't know if I could manage to betray my heroes to get it.

I looked back into her eyes, "I will not betray you, no matter what happens. I swear this."

She and Mal smiled, reassured with my vow. Mal stood up, "Well, if that's settled, we must start preparing."

They began to walk away, leaving me with my questions."

"With what?"

He didn't look at me, but I felt his steely courage.

"With the war."

I eventually climbed out of the bed, wanting to see how everything was going. Plus, I was friggin hungry. Along the way I kept getting glares from people, not a single one sparing me with their hatred. I could understand, but that didn't mean I needed it. I exited the Temple, seeing a long procession of Sentinels and Huntresses entering the Darnassus portal to Rut'theran Village. They were either carrying supplies or guiding war machines.

"I see you've finally gotten up."

I turned to find Tyrande to my right, a small flashback of when she had her eye coming to me. The grim visage she wore now disheartened me, and she noticed.

"I wish these were happier times, perhaps we could have reconciled over a meal, but now…"

She looked over her troops, "Now we must prepare to defend our home once more, so short a break for people such as we. We had 10,000 years to prepare the first time, now we had only a couple decades."

She glanced back, "Every person will play their part, no matter where they may be. I must meet with the other leaders of the Alliance to plan our attack, to determine what we should bring. Hopefully, it won't take too much this time."

She started to walk away, but The Broken Shore was vividly instilled in my mind.

"Wait!"

She turned back, eyebrow raised.

"The Broken Shore...that is where they will attack. Bring EVERYTHING...you WILL need it."

Her face changed to surprise before noddin in thanks. I knew my own mission, the sentence given to me, so I headed down to Rut'Theran.

Normally I would teleport to Dalaran, but I didn't have my Hearthstone nor did I know the spell to do so. I hopped onto the ship to Stormwind, suddenly realizing the trip would take a while.

"And I didn't bring anything to entertain myself."

A sailor walking by heard me, clapping me on the back.

"Oh, don't worry lad, the seasickness will be entertainment for all of us, you'll see."

He snickered as he left, leaving me staring into the water below.

"Great."

Well, we're starting to see what's going on with Darminus. (Wish I had dreams like that COUGH) Anyway, we now know the little prophecy Elune gave us, revealing certain parts of the story (THANKS ELUNE...bitch). I've been playing a game recently that gave me the idea for the dream, I thought it was perfect for this chapter.

Hope you liked the chapter, let me know what you think. Ta ta!