Chapter Fourteen
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Alone...
It is said that those of our kind suffer,
separated from the glory of the Light.
But we are never truly alone.
For our warrior hearts are bound by honor, tradition.
Battle is waged in the name of the many.
The brave few who from generation to generation earned the mantle of:
Dark Templar!
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The sound of horse hooves beat heavily on the grassy plain and if one would look from afar, he would see four riders riding off on the empty grasslands heading towards the mountains of the South.
Tyrande remained silent as she followed the Chieftain's daughter. She had no idea how in the world does the young human girl know where is where on this empty plains. Despite herself, the Night Elf Priestess can't help but give a grudging respect for the humans of the Mark. The Riddermark is practically a desert disguised as a plain. Being used to trees, plants and the dark eaves of the forest, Tyrande completely out of place at her new setting. Everywhere she stared is a long stretch of plains with no end in sight without even a tree to break the monotone except an endless sea of grass. One could easily be lost in here even if you know the direction you are going. Not to mention knowing where to look for water. Tyrande herself felt lost the first two hours of their journey already yet their guide seems to have no problem knowing which way she wanted to go.
Realizations came to Tyrande as she spent her time riding in silence though. The very first is how fitting the term "Horse-Lords" is for these humans. The brief time she had at Eseld had been proof enough for the Elven Priestess to know that they loved their horses next to their kin. One would have thought as if the horses could talk back with the way the riders of the Mark would whisper things to them. Tyrande understood that her kind could communicate with animals in some sense thanks to their nature. However she never saw any kind of species before had something that can match their bond with other beings until now.
The Elven Priestess just sighed. Things have been progressing faster than she can get grips with these past few months. Being immortal and living through millenia, Tyrande and her people usually take things in stride taking great time in putting things on consideration and understanding them before acting. However ever since the arrival of the Templars. Everything it seemed prove too fast. Five to six months were usually a blink of an eye on the life of a Kaldorei, but for Tyrande, it seems the past months felt long with all the activities thanks to the ruckus caused on their lives by the Templars.
Tyrande would have it no other way though and she knew her sisters felt the same. Ever since the Long Vigil, she and her sisters had the feeling of monotones through the ages. Life had been a steady come and go for them, the sun rising and falling without even them noticing it sometimes. A lack of sense and purpose had seeped on their bones and though Tyrande had a little excitement thanks to her responsibility over Arko'; she still felt that kind of feeling. The arrival of the Templars broke that monotone and Tyrande would agree with the majority of her people that it was for the best.
Right now though Tyrande focused her thoughts on the road in front of her. They are almost nearing the river of the Rill Song and from there to the paths that Heba wanted them to take toward their destination,
The plan made by Tyrande is rather simple: Sneak in, hope they don't find them and find any clues of the expedition and whereabouts of Maieve and her Watchers. She didn't take anyone else other than three companions with her on this escapade despite the protests of her Sentinels and the majority of the Templar Knights.
"You can't do this Priestess! You are the leader of this expedition now. If we lose you too. Not only will the Grandmaster have our asses. But we won't have anyone to replace you with," protested Arthur, the current representative by the Templar. "At least send me and two others. I'm pretty sure I, Lancelot and Galahad would be able to do this and more," suggested the Knight.
"Tell me Sir Arthur. Do you have any experience on woodcraft?" asked Tyrande calmly expecting their outbursts from the decision she made.
"Woodcraft? As in sneaking on woods?"
"Yes,"
"Well no, but-,"
"And that's the reason why I can't send you and your men Sir Arthur. It's not because I don't trust your skills. But what the undertaking would require is simply beyond you and your men's expertise,"
"Then send us my lady," one of her sentinels interjected who is listening until the Templar had been pushed into a corner. "You don't need to go my lady.. Me and two other Sentinels will follow Heba and find our missing comrades. Our woodcraft is good enough hopefully to pass the passes of Drey Wood. There's no need for you to get involved my lady,"
"I'm going Malleia!" Tyrande simply insisted to the Sentinel in front of her. "You know as well as I do what our people would say if I just remain here stuck safe and sound while you guys risk your lives for me.,"
"But my lady-,"
"I'm going and that's final!"
That somehow brought the debate to an end; and Tyrande chose her three companions that will travel with her. Of course Heba, the daughter of Hama came with them since she would be their primary guide until they arrive at Drey Wood where the Riders there can then lead them across the winding trails to their final destination. Arko' being Tyrande's protege of course went along. And two Sentinels as Tyrande's guard, Terra and Nova, followed also.
However Tyrande's plan is easier said than done.
Other than the long plain travel that she and her companions made. The Twin Peaks of the South as Heba called it have only two passageways. The most common and widely used by most travelers of these lands were the ons taken by Maeive and her Watchers where the stronghold of the Warlock lay in wait. The second one was through Grey Wood, a forest of shadows where very few dare to tread. And even few know about. It can only be accessed through the rivers of the Rill Song that started from one of the outlying oasis.
The Riders of the Mark despite their wariness of the forest had established an outlying post deep inside it as a precaution and advance warning just in case the Warlock would launch a massive invasion towards their homes. That is where Tyrande planned to reach the moment to rest before they began their final trek to check out the enemy stronghold.
"You know Heba. When you said boat, I actually meant a real floating material with designs of curves that would prevent us from falling down. Not merely a set of intertwined logs bound by ropes and reeds," spoke Tyrande morosely as she stared at the run-down-raft tied on the side of a makeshift harbor. It looked sturdy enough, but compared to any boat. It looked terribly inadequate.
"This will do for the current my lady," answered the daughter of Hama, her headdress making chiming sounds every time she moved. "The current is fast and any boat with sharp design would be bashed on the rocks along the way. A flat thing like this will enable us to easily manage the speed and pull of our raft on the current.
"Are you sure?" asked Tyrande worriedly watching some of the oasis water seep through the middle of the bound bamboos.
"Yes I'm sure. Trust me Priestess. I won't let you ride this if I aren't," replied the woman exasperatedly rolling her eyes. "Now come on! We have a long way to go and the outpost of Drey Wood isn't exactly expecting us and we need their help if we are to navigate the woods to reach the passes of the Twin Peaks,"
"Alright, alright," sighed Tyrande in surrender. "I get your point,"
"Tyra, you're not seriously consider we ride that?" protested Arko' beside her glaring untrustingly at the floating structure with disdain.
"I agree with Arko'Narin my lady," Terra spoke in a warning tone. "This err...thing barely looked floatable. Anything bigger than a log that had an appetite for flesh that lived on this river would be easily able to tip this thing and us along with it.
"Hey Heba," Tyrande called to their guide who are finally setting the raft to float on the waters. "Tell me, are there any flesh eating animals on this river?"
"Dozens," the daughter of Hama only answered cheerfully. "Now come on. We don't have all day,"
Tyrande along with her Sentinels merely groaned as they are led by the optimistic daughter of the chieftain to the barely floating raft towards their destination.
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Draco massaged the top of his head feeling the headache coming already even though he made sure not to touch his blonde locks as he received the patronus message from George. He may never admit it loud to any living soul, but the Templar scribe put a lot of effort on maintaining his good looks.
He had always expected that one of these days the Grandmaster would get himself in trouble and he couldn't have been any more right. One of the twins' patroni weasel had floated at the middle of his room in the middle of the night awakening him from a well-deserved sleep after telling him that the Grandmaster had apparently bitten off more than he can chew and have been gorged by a monster with magical capabilities. And it also stated that one of the ships are coming back bearing the wounded and dead from a raid.
That message alone puzzled Draco. He was pretty sure that a simple raid can't take out a large group of highly trained Templar Knights and carefully trained Legionnaires, much less cause the number of casualties he was informed with. He himself knew that Lord Balinor of Callahorn trained the Legion well and was far from sloppy. Something's definitely wrong here and for the life of him, the Templar had no idea what?
He can't help but also be concerned with this creature that the patronus had informed him about. He knew for a fact that Harrold was no slouch when it came to fighting even without magic and double with his guard around him. The info he received told him that it was a magical one. Draco was not surprised. The Grandmaster himself had told him before they were given the second life here that some of the denizens living here would be creatures whose blood run thick with magic and that they would be severely on a disadvantage.
Still, that did not count that Draco was not concerned with the welfare of the expedition there, and the men that went along with it. Word from the Grey Havens is that the Priestess Tyrande along with a sizeable retinue of Sentinels have tagged along with the Grandmaster on solving the dilemma caused by the attacking of the Vault and the accidental release of the Betrayer.
Politically, Harrold's move is a wises one. If the mission is a success, the bond of the Alliance between the Night Elves and the Terrans would be solidified even more. But the backdrop would also be a magnitude of such failure. If word got out that the Grandmaster and the Priestess have both been killed on such a simple search and find expedition, that would only show that the Alliance isn't needed or working at all. Estrangement between the two races would then possibly occur and the Terrans and the Night Elves can't have that with the two living practically a boat away.
No, he needed to solve this now. However the problem is that magical creature. Sure Harrold and the twins' plus Fleur whom they have found could use magic to a sort. But the ones whom they have bargained with have practically denied all offensive capabilities of their magic leaving them almost muggle like. Those there are currently useless against the creature. Sure, Tyrande is there and could even the odds a bit, but Draco knew the Knights would rather sacrifice themselves by the dozens if it meant none of the Sentinels under their watch would get harmed on either hide or hair.
What he needed is a magical creature to balance the odds of fighting another.
The good news is, he knows of such a creature that can help and would help once he got the message across that the Grandmaster is in trouble...again.
The bad news is, if he dares to summon it. Draco had no idea if it would eat him out of sheer annoyance or not because he disturbed it from its beauty sleep.
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It was late afternoon on the second hour of sailing at the Rill Song during their journey when the little group of Tyrande arrived at the edges of Grey Wood where the Mark outpost sat. The heavy rains that came hours ago had diminished to a slow drizzle, and the air had gone sharply chill with the approach of Nightfall. Gray dusk shrouded the forestland. From out of the west, a new bank of threatening black clouds had begun to roll towards them.
Grey wood was a stretch of dense forests covering a series of low rises which ran eastward from the left banks of the Rill Song to a line of high, craggy bluffs. Elms, black oaks, and shag-bark like hickories towered over a choked tangle of scrub and deadwood, and the forest smelled of rot. A dozen yards inland from the riverbank, there was nothing but blackness, deep and impenetrable. Rain falling into the trees in a steady patter was the only sound that broke the stillness.
The Night Elves guided the unwieldy barge into a shallow bay where a docking slip jutted outward from the back, waves breaking against its pilings and washing over its wooden slats. On shore, just within the fringe of the woods stood a weathered empty cabin, its single door and windows closed and shuttered. Easing the barge against the pilings, the Kaldorei fastened the mooring lines and stepped off.
Heba brought Tyrande and Arko' out of the small tent of the barge carefully admonishing them to keep their hooded cloaks securely in place to keep the rain off. Stretching gratefully, the two Night Elves joined her on the docking slip. The Rill Song splashed up at them and they hastened ashore.
Terra moved to the cabin, opened its door peered momentarily about and withdrew. She shook her head at Nova before looking questioningly at the daughter of the Chieftain who frowned and glanced about guardedly.
"Is something wrong?" Tyrande asked seeing the looks being thrown around.
Heba looked away. "Just being cautious. The main post is half a mile inland, built above a tree at the top of a rise to permit an overview of the surrounding country. I thought that the Riders stationed there would have seen us coming, but the weather might have prevented that,"
"What about this cabin?" the Priestess wanted to know.
"One of the several watches the post keeps. Usually there is someone on duty," she shrugged. With the weather this bad though, the commander of the post may have pulled in all one-man sentries. He was not told that we would be coming and he had no reason to expect us,"
She glanced back at the forest. "Excuse me for a moment, please. May I talk to your Sentinels Priestess?"
"Sure," Tyrande waved off as the younger woman walked away signaling to the other Kaldorei to join her and they huddled quickly their voices quiet and furtive.
Arko' padded softly beside her. "Do you believe her?" she whispered. Making too much sound is like an affront to the silence of the wasteland they are in currently.
"I'm not sure,"
"I am. I think something's wrong,"
The priestess did not reply. Already the conference was ending and it seems that a decision had been made. Tyrande wasted no tome creeping forward to hear what was being said. It was her Sentinels after all.
"...something's not right here and I need you two to come with me and scout the outpost ahead," the human female said. She then sighed. "If all is well, we'll come back for Priestess Tyrande and her student,"
Feeling a bit affronted at the feeling of being coddled thanks to her position; Tyrande made a quick decision and stepped forward. "Well this Priestess is going to,"
Heba merely frowned. "With all due respect Priestess. I don't see any reason for that,"
Tyrande merely stood her ground, "I think I can give you one of the many. It is my Sentinels you're commanding and it is my responsibility that they get home alive. Also I am not like one of your human females Heba. We Kaldorei women are trained to fight and kill ever since your ancestors have started to play with sticks. Don't mollycoddle us. The higher our station. The more we are expected to serve than simply sit in the sidelines,"
"Are you sure about this?" asked the young woman.
Tyrande merely turned back to Arko' who had watched the proceedings in silence. "Will you be alright Arko'?"
She nodded, then watched wordlessly as Tyrande turned to follow the Sentinels into the darkness of the trees and disappeared from view.
"Tyra?" the call of her student made the Priestess of Elune stop temporarily on his tracks as she turned her attention back to the lone Night Elf who remained standing on the barge.
"Yes Arko?"
Owlish eyes full of innocence and untainted yet by the harshness of life and war looked back. "Good luck and be careful,"
Despite herself, the Priestess of Elune can't help but feel touched by her student's words.
"Don't worry Arko', I will,"
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Light, white light. That's what Harrold first saw as he opened his eyes. Being the Templar Grandmaster. Harrold never really loved waking up on mornings. Being the head of the "respected" organization. Or to be more honest. As respected as it was during its corruption until he had taken over, Harrold had certain privileges. Waking up late on the mornings was one of those.
"Ughh... my head," groaned the former wizard as he raised his hand to massage the top of his head.
"Easy there you big baby," a familiar voice answered filled with amusement and now that Harrold thought about it, he could feel the soft and smooth limbs of the said person wrapped around his torso like a jellyfish. Of course he knew already who it is.
"Fleur," sighed Harrold gently plucking off the arms of his Master Tracker off of his chest. "How many times must I tell you not to sleep naked when you are "warming" me?"
"Every time," the girl only giggled as she pulled his face to look sidewards to her angelic ones. It took all of Harrold's concentration not to look down as usual when faced with the beautiful face of the flower in front of him that is connected with the naked neck which is also connected to her beautiful naked body. Of course Harrold had seen it more times than he can count accidentally, but he still made an effort every time to resist the temptress that is Fleur Delacour.
The girl ever since she joined the Order had for some reason got it in her head that her use is close to useless. Sure she is a good tracker and a good healer, but her fighting skills which is necessary for all Templars were abysmal. If not for the magic she had which ranged grom healing to shooting stunning spells only which no one on the current world had any defense of she would have been dead a long time ago. Not that Harrold needed to tell her that. So, in return for helping her out from her "marriage proposal" problem by letting her join the Order where her father can't touch her. The girl it seemed had taken it too heart her debt and since she can't repay it the normal Templar way of serving the Order. She opted instead to be the bed warmer and source of heat for him during the cold desert nights of Jerusalem.
Not that Harrold is complaining though he vehemently refused her offer at first. He knew of course the job of a woman as a bed warmer. It was mostly reserved for the women at the brothels. Rich men would order them on cold nights where they must lie with them to share her warmth with the man. Most of the times, such closeness resulted into intimate acts. Only Harrold had managed to hold himself until now thanks to his morals. More than once, he had been entertained to jump Fleur every time she laid beside him. Not that a relationship with her would be bad. The girl had beauty in spades and a top notch character to boot. Any nobleman would have fought tooth and nail to have someone like her on their bed. Sometimes even Harrold wondered why he can't just be done with it. He didn't know why, stupidity, morality, honor, or is it just lady Fate messing with him again.
He got a feeling that it was the latter.
A part of him tells him that like Draco and Neville, he knew Fleur on his first life. Snippets of memories come now and then about a blonde girl like her who was acting snobbish and completely self-important. Very different from the Fleur now who is reserved and who didn't bother talking unless talked to first.
Harrold was just beginning to open his mouth to ask the girl to move her slender body off of his when something immediately kicked in like a bomb inside his head. Harrold moaned as images and thoughts went like a whirlwind inside his brain. His hands instinctively went to his head to grasp his hair and began moaning and writhing in pain, the sound of Fleur shouting his name barely grazing the surface of his thoughts.
Knowledge of unknown magic flowed into him. Very different from the one he currently had. Magich which for some reason drained something from him as knowledge poured through. Crystals of power that can be manipulated in any way from a barrier or a shield that can withstand even the most brutal of bombardments. Powers of instantaneous teleportation that can be used by placing crystals on the smallest of knives to the biggest of battleaxes where throwing them can enable you to transport wherever it goes with only little thought and concentration. Offensive magic of fire and lightning in use with little worry of draining your core and negating the side effects on overloading it which was the most common problems of all who used magic. Magic to create gargantum guardians which can be hidden on plain sight and called for on the right time as long as the caller is proven worthy by said guardians. But most importantly, it also gave knowledge how to transfer everything he knew minus the guardian creating thing to anyone else he wanted to.
Groaning, Harrold sat up from the cot he was lying in trying both to ignore the throbbing of his head from the information overload on his brain and the soft breasts of Fleur which is quite generous pressed on his back as she hugged him from behind praying for him to be safe and calling his name quite loudly as she cried.
Well, there could be worse things a boy can wake up to.
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Like ghosts the four slipped through the sodden curtain of the woods, their steps soundless. Mist trailed about them in streamers thick with dampness and rain fell softly. Rows of dark trunks and masses of scrub and thicket passed away as the forest wound on over the steep rises of and ridge lines. The minutes slipped by and the Elven Priestess felt herself growing uneasy despite the closeness of the woods.
Without a word Terra and Nova split off to either side, disappearing into the trees, and Tyrande found herself alone with Heba. An empty clearing suddenly appeared from out of the gloom, and Heba dropped to a crouch, motioning Tyrande down beside her. The human pointed to a tree at the middle of the clearing that stands taller and bigger than the rest.
"There," she whispered.
High in the interwoven branches of two great oaks sat the Outpost of the Mark. Rain and mist shrouded the building and its passageways which looked to rugged for a treehouse in Tyrande's taste. Neither oil lamp nor torchlight burned within. In fact it seemed that no light came from it at all. Nothing moved. Nothing sounded. It was as if the post had been deserted.
But that should not be if Heba's words were based.
Heba eased forward slightly peering left through the gloom until she caught sight of Terra, then right until he found Nova. Both knelt within the cover of the trees some fifty yards to either side, watching the silent post. Heba whistled softly to catch their attention. When she had it, she signaled for Nova to go in for a closer look. Terra she sent left to scout the perimeter of the clearing.
The Priestess of the Moon mentally smiled in recognition of their guide. If she was born a Kaldorei. She would have made an excellent Sentinel.
Tyrande watched Nova sprint to the base of the oaks which supported the post, easily finding the concealed footings in one massive trunk and begin to climb. Then with Heba leading, Tyrande started right, staying just within the fringe of the clearing, eyes searching the forest for some sign of the supposed present humans. The woodland was sodden and murky, and it was difficult to see much of anything through the tangle of scrub. Even for Tyrande who lived on a forest her entire life.
The Priestess glanced bac to the post. Nova had almost reached the dark building, a command hut that provided the nearest entry to the living quarters. Terra was nowhere to be seen. Tyrande was still looking for her Sentinel when she took a step forward and tripped, sprawling face down across the broken, lifeless body of a Rider of the Mark. Despite her countenance, Tyrande sprang back her feet in horror, silver blue eyes sweeping the gloom about her. To her left lay two more bodies, limbs twisted, bones shattered and crushed.
"Heba!" she whispered harshly to catch the Chieftain daughter's attention.
At once the human was beside her. Pausing only an instant to survey the grissly scene, Heba stepped to the edge of the clearing and whistled sharply. Terra appeared from out of the forest a startled look on her face. At the rail of the platform surrounding the command hut, Nova looked down. Frantically Heba motioned them back.
But almost immediately, Nova disappeared. Something with carapace on it seemed to reach out and snatch her from view so suddenly that it appeared to an astonished Tyrande as if her Sentinel had simply evaporated. Then Nova's scream sounded, short and strangled. Her body flew out of the trees sailing like a fallen limb into the rain, tumbling lifelessly below.
"Run!" Heba cried to Tyrande ignoring all sense of stealth and bolted into the trees.
The Priestess remained rooted where she is for a second, terrible instant. Nova was dead. Almost certainly, the entire Mark Outpost of the Grey Wood was dead as well. All of her thoughts scattered, save one. If she did not get to Arko' in time, she would be dead as well. Then she ran, darting like a panther lithelessly and effortless on the woods of the forest, leaping and twisting through scrub and deadwood, desperate to reach the barge and the unsuspecting Sentinel-in-Training whose life she treasured.
Somewhere to her right she could hear Heba fleeing as she did and further back Terra. She knew instinctively that something pursued them. She could not see it,could not hear it, but she could sense it, terrible, black and pitiless. Rain streaked through her face and ran into her eyes clouding her vision as she sought to avoid fallen logs and thorny bushes that clung to her like ropes. Once she went down but she was up again almost immediately never slowing, her lean form straining to put further distance between herself and the unseen pursuer.
Tyrande was no coward and she wasn't weak, far from it in fact. However there had also been a few times she had been afraid very rare but there they are. However right now, Tyrande was beyond afraid. She was terrified. She could feel the power of the thing. It's even stronger than last time and that panicked the Night Elf. Technically, compared to her, Tyrande's strength is nothing.
Terra's agonized scream of pain sounded sharply through the stillness. The thing had her. Perhaps Arko' at the barge would be warned now. Perhaps she would cast off at once, so that even if she too were caught, at least her young protege might escape.
Branches and leaves tore at her like clutching hands. She looked for Heba but the human was no longer in view. Alone, Tyrande ran on.
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Dusk began to slip rapidly over Grey Wood, turning gray afternoon to night. The drizzle which had fallen at a steady rate for the most of the day changed abruptly to a heavy downpour, the wind gusting sharply as a new mass of black stormclouds rolled across the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance, deep and ominous, On the banks of the Rill Song, Arko'Narin pulled her rain cloak closer around her body trying to preserve her heat while at the same time cursing how the Sentinel armor practically left her shivering.
Then the scream sounded from somewhere within the wood, high and short, almost lost in the heavy rush of the wind. For an instant, Arko' froze staring wordlessly at the dark wall of trees. Then immediately she found herself moving putting on her weapons where she could easily reach them as she ran at the edge of the pier and loosened the mooring lines and stood ready to cast off. Once sure that it could be casted off in an instant, Arko' drew her hunting knife, the blade glistening dully with rain.
Abruptly a disheveled figure broke from the trees not twenty yards downriver, stumbled and pitched forward. When she scrambled up again, she noticed that it was the chief's daughter.
"Get away!" she cried in warning, her voice ragged. "Quick, get away!"
She started towards her, lost her footing once more and went down.
Arko' was already moving as she raced for the fallen Heba. Snatching the other female up in her arms, she flung her over one shoulder and streaked back towards the waiting boat.
Once securing the panicked human, Arko'Narin peered through the mist and rain into the forest. Where was Tyrande Whisperwind?
"Drop the lines!" panted Heba.
Arko'Narin did as she was told, then hurriedly shoved the human to a more comfortable position and used the pole to push the barge into deeper water.
Then suddenly Tyrande appeared. thrusting clear of the forest and racing for the dock. Arko' saw her, started to cry out and went cold. In the shadow of the trees behind the fleeing Priestess, something dark and huge followed in pursuit.
"Look out!" she screamed in warning.
Spurred by her cry, the Priestess gained the dock in a single bound, sprinted its length without slowing and sprang to reach the drifting barge, barely catching its deck with an outstretched foot. She would have tumbled into the river but for Heba, who reached out and pulled her to safety.
Arko' was just beginning to let off a sigh of relief when the black figure of darkness screeched high in a tone that practically froze her blood to ice as it also leaped from the dock and transformed midair to a hideous gigantic creature of skin and leathery wings of grey that spanned from one end of the river to the other, its face a crossbreed of some type of dragon creature with two talons and dark eyes.
The young Night Elf barely had time to open her mouth in a scream of fear before the said talons of the beast clamped on her shoulder painfully, talons digging in through her pauldrons and piercing them to touch skin, drawing blood and before Arko' Narin knew it, she was flying into the air being carried into Elune only knows where by the monster that took her from the only being that cared about her. The priestess' voice echoing on the forest as she cried out her name.
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Hama lighted the torch of the underground vault that had belonged to his families in centuries. He believed that the time has come. The time when his people would rise to greatness now that the prophecied race had come. However it would also mean the doom of this world is near at hand.
Opening the book of prophecies that blew off a cloud of dust cracking with old age. Hama read the words written below there.
"The ones sent by the destroyers came as was foretold. And the Templars', chosen of the gods will rise to fight them. Now the Titans that seeded this world will soon be returning. But do they come to save or to destroy?"
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Yah! Another chapter done. Hey, so I was getting a lot of questions whether this story is AU? No, it isn't. though its fourteen chapters already. We are barely at prologue yet. Ive temporarily decided on the timeline. The arrival of the Orcs at Azeroth would come soon. hhihihihi. Anyway please fave and review. This chapter is almost 6K+ Words. The more opinions I get, the more motivated I become. :) I know its childish but its me hehe. As usual, no harem. hihihihi No way! I hate harem.
If you want to know what Heba looked like. I based her on the female statue warrior in Kingsglaive'.
Harrold's new power was based on Kingsglaive.
I know there is no sign yet of Alleia. Dont worry. Well be focusing on Harrold and Tyrande at the moment and solve the final dilemma of the Night Elves and the Terrans.
PS: Vote. Who wanted Medivh to survive?
PPS: Lustmaster! Stay away from me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!