Three Year Time Skip

Third Person PoV

After three years, the war in Northrend hand finally ended. Both Horde and Alliance had suffered heavy casualties during the war, leaving both drained and unable to turn on eachother. Both had agreed to peace, for the time being. However, Stormwind was bankrupt from the war effort and Orgrimmar had begun suffering from food shortages. There were other problems as well. An unknown cult had sprung up all across Azeroth, saying that the end times had finally come. While most took this with a grain of salt, some shamans, however, could not. Throughout the world, the elements rumbled. The younger one's didn't even know what they were afraid of. All that was known is that even the oldest elementals had begun to awake. And they were not waking up peacefully. Earthquake's were starting to become common, even in area's that never had them before. However, despite the chaos, storms, and other strange happenings, the champions of the Horde had finally returned home.

Rega's PoV

The sun had nearly reached it's peak as the celebration's started. After nearly three years of fighting the forces of the Lich King and the Alliance, it all over. While there was some chaos at home, things were looking up. Despite the food shortages, there wasn't any outright war as of the moment. My father was also trying to work out a trade agreement with the Night Elf's to at least ship us some food from Ashenvale. Ashenvale may have a lot of fruit, but it was better than nothing. However, something had begun happening in the forest recently. Many Night Elf caravans had been found destroyed, with guards having their skin cut off and put to hang in the trees. Many Night Elves blamed Orc's for the attacks. After hearing of this I had checked multiple ledgers from many merchants throughout the city. If they these raiders were truly loyal to the Horde, they hadn't brought any of the spoils into the city. Thanks to Jaina however, I was able to write a letter to the Night Elf leader, Tyrande Whisperwind. I had shared some of what I already knew with her, and give many possible alternatives that could be plaguing the caravan's, such as Horde criminals on the run or remains of the Cult of the Damned. However I didn't expect a responce from Tyrande, due to her over blatant hatred of Orcs. However, I did get a response from her. Well, it was more of an invitation to try and find out what was really going on within the woods. I would be leaving in a few days, and I had no idea what to expect. However, I wasn't going to walk in blindly into something that might be a trap. My father had agreed with me, it was a risky mission, but one that needed to be done for the good of Orgrimmar and the Horde. If we found out who or what was behind this, it would help cool the tension between Horde and Alliance. Or in a worst case scenario, it could just cause another war. However, I needed had faith in the elements that everything was going to end up ok. The horns sounded, snapping me out of my thoughts.

The armies of Northrend had finally returned. Despite the size of the returning forces, everyone remembered the size of the force that had left for the frozen north. As large as this legion appeared as, it was nothing more than a reminder of how much we had lost. Even with all the fanfare and talks of honor and glory, seeing the force was bittersweet at best. Garrosh, despite him now gaining his father's axe, Gorehowl, from Thrall, had an aura of loss surrounding him. While I would normally be happy that he had been taken down a peg or two, the death of so many would never be worth it. It wouldn't be worth anything. Even his talk of victory sounded much more hollow than when he had left for the frozen continent. He had grown somewhat in his time in Northrend. Hopefully he realizes that there is a reason for peace.

Timeskip

After the festival I had gone straight to bed. I haven't been getting much in the way of sleep the past couple of days. Nightmares had plagued me for reasons unknown, and I never was able to remember them. All I got was a sense of dread, like something was going to happen, and soon. However I wasn't far into my sleep until I was awakened by the smell of smoke and screams of panic. I rush out of my room within Honor Hold before letting out a gasp. Orgrimmar was ablaze. While many people had already managed to get out of their houses to help combat the fire, it was content to move on it's own. I already saw my father trying to calm the flames to little effect and if we tried to put out the fire traditionally, there wouldn't be much water left in the city anyway. I raise my hands to the heavens.

"Water!" I yell, "Hear my call!" Nothing. My plead for a rainstorm was ignored entirely. Much like my father, I was finding myself in a crisis. On one hand, I didn't want to force the elements to act. On the other, I needed the rain to put out the flames.

"Water!" I pleaded again. I was about to continue until I heard the element speak back.

"NO!" it bellowed back, "We will serve no longer!" I recoiled mentally. This was new to me. While some elementals would be stubborn and would have to be pushed, rarely were any outright hostile, especially water, the element most known for healing.

"There are lives on at risk. I need your add," I say trying to calm the elemental down.

"This world will end mortal! Soon you will all be dead!" It roared back. Ok, what was it talking about? Had the elements really gone crazy? I normally wouldn't do this, but it left me with no other choice. I was going to have to force it to do what I needed it to do. I was about to force the water to fall, until I noticed my father forcing the flames back into a hearth. I stopped my own connection, rainfall no longer needed. He looked drained from what had happened. It was going to be long night of setting up tents, but something was off. The elements where our allies. For them to do something like this was unheard of.

Timeskip

The last few days had been boring. The city had slowly started to recover from the blaze. However we needed more wood, and lots of it. As of the moment bringing that along with the trip would be a bad idea. My father however had already gotten the funds to purchase whatever we needed from Gazlowe, a goblin that engineered Orgrimmar the first time it was built. While we had never personally meet before, he had a very good reputation around the city. This was mostly in part he was part of the reason the city had clean water at all. Another thing was announced before I left. My father was leaving on a trip to Nagrand. What had happened with the fire elemental had disturbed him greatly. The shamans in Nagrand worked with hostile elementals all the time, it would be logical to seek advice from them. But a whole training trip? That was a little bit too much. A fire just burned down the city. We need our leader here in the city, leading the people in uncertain times. Unless he has a really good person to be in charge while he is away, leaving after a disaster like this was not just stupid, but almost insulting. My father told me to come downstairs before I left. Ironically enough, he was appointing a temporary warchief on the same day I left. I finally stepped down into the main hall, where Garrosh, Vol'jin, Eitrigg, and my father stood. He gave me a quick nod, before to look at Garrosh.

"Let us began," He said. No way. He was not about to do this.

"Are we not to have more witnesses?" Garrosh questioned, resulting in both my father and I shooting him a stern look.

"I do not wish to make an event of this. Such are expensive and merely serve our vanity. But if you wish to have one later…" my father said. Garrosh raised his hands slightly.

"No, Warchief, this is enough," Garrosh responded.

"You know that these are troubling times for the Horde. Our supplies dwindle and our lands barren. Our warriors need rest. All these must be addressed for the good of the Horde," My father stated. Garrosh should already know about those things. Vol'jin gave a nod.

"Da people be happy with our success in Northrend," He said, causing Garrosh's face to go sour.

"Our success?" Garrosh snapped, "Troll, you played no part in the Horde's victories in Northrend. While I lead our armies against the Lich King, all you could do was take about a few scattered isles." Vol'jin was visibly pissed off now, and he wasn't the only one. Those isles where the first Darkspear home in Durotar, and had been taken over by a mad witch doctor. While it may not be as major as a victory against the Scourge, it was still an area close to home, making it a massive problem.

"Watch yourself young one." Vol'jin snarled before being interrupted by an angry Eitrigg.

"Garrosh! Vol'jin! Enough!" The old orc snapped, causing the two the stop the argument for the time being.

"Forgive my outburst, Warchief. Please continue." Vol'jin said with a slight bow.

"Despite our success in Northrend, we face problems now that cannot be solved with axe or sword," Father said, "Earthquakes shake every region. Elementals ravage the countryside. I can hear Azeroth crying out in pain." I blink in shock. Had I really not noticed that. Yes, my dreams were getting worse and worse, but Azeroth itself was in pain? But everything he said was true though.

"These are the reasons you must leave," Garrosh said, a slight bit of shock inflicting in his voice. He was there when Draenor broke apart to become Outland. I blinked, putting everything together. The elementals of Nagrand had suffered the world breaking apart. They are savage, much like how the elements where become here. My father thought something far worse was on the horizon, and he needed to prepare while there was still time.

"Yes, I leave to Nagrand to learn from the elements there," He said, confirming newly forming fears inside of me. He continued, "They have suffered and show many of the same simptoms."

"How long will you be gone?" Vol'jin asked. I almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't the only one thinking about the same question.

"It may take to time to learn what I must," my father said, "I hope only a few weeks, but it may be months."

"And in my absence, I instruct you, Garrosh Hellscream, to lead the Horde," he continued, "You have the strength and courage that our people need in these troubling times." I almost wanted to let out a slew of swearing about how stupid of an idea this was, but I held my tongue. Garrosh was strong and brave, yes, I wasn't questioning that. But besides those, he had not much else.

"I am honored Warchief," He said, "But I feel unprepared for the life of a ruler." I blinked, not quite sure that I caught that right. Garrosh challenged my father to Mok'Gora a few years ago. A trail challenge of leadership of the Horde. Garrosh must have changed over the Northrend.

"You will not be alone," my father stated, "You will have advisors: Cairne, Eitrigg, Vol'jin, and even Rega. They will guide you." I grin happily at my father's praise.

"A good first test would may be dealing with dese cultists. Da people be scared. Dey aren't sure what what's goin' on." I nod in agreement.

"At the end of the day the cultist are a big problem. Hopefully the mission I will be leaving on gives me some of the clues that I am hoping for," I said, with Garrosh giving me a confused look.

"I will talk to before I leave. If you are going to be Warchief, then this information is important." Garrosh gave nod.

"But we ourselves are not sure what is happening. Should we capture these cultists and force them to silence? But that may anger the rest of the people. Still, we cannot allow the cult to spread fear and lies." Garrosh said aloud, pondering solutions to a problem that right now, had no easy answer.

"Now you are acting like a ruler, Garrosh. You must look at all sides of a problem. Consult your advisors and act with confidence," Eitrigg said.

"They will help you Garrosh. And I will help you," my father said, "Together we will find the answers we need to assuage the fears of our people and soothe the elements." He said it with such confidence, like how he knew everything was going to be ok.

"I will not fail you Warchief. I will lead as well as I can, and I will consult your advisors as you suggest. I know what a tremendous honor you give me, and I will strive to be worthy of it," Garrosh said passionately. I blinked. He really had changed while in Northrend.

"Then it is done," My father said, "Let everything you do be done for the Horde." I grinned. The room erupted with noise, despite only five people being in the room.

"FOR THE HORDE!"

Rememberhow I said that Shattering would be only two parts. Well from the looks of it so far, its going to be three. I meant to get the Night Elf part, I really did, but to make both Shattering parts not feel to long for me, I would have to make each chapter four-thousand words each, and I would have to have a pretty bad cliffhanger. And in other news I will be start holding chapters hostage. I hate to do it, but I really want feedback on this story right now. I have a few more stories for Sailor Azeroth planned after this, including a few short stories, but no one is giving me any feed back. I'm not going to waste my time on something that nobody enjoys.

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