Chapter Twenty-One
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"Mighty are the power of words, and the effect it can have on mortal men. But mightier is the effect of deeds, for even the lowliest peasant can gain the courage of a knight when there's someone worthy leading him,"
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King Llane, monarch of Stormwind and overall leader of the humans here at the southern continent of the Eastern Kingdoms, is having a bad day. Already he can feel the headache coming from what he is supposed to be expecting right now as he sat uncomfortably on his splendid golden throne, waiting in anticipation at the doors that remained close until now.
A messenger came from Anduin' Lothar's excursion team a few hours before informing him of the result of the raid that they managed to capture one of the Greenskins for interrogation. King Llane can't help but be proud of his old friend and general. He truly earned his nickname of the "Lion of Azeroth". He never failed a mission yet before even if it is with the aid of the Guardian that this mission is made a success.
If that was the reason for the message alone, King Llane would have been satisfied. However it did not end there.
For the first time in his life, the King of Stormwind lost his composure and dignified pose as he spat out the wine he was drinking when the messenger uttered that a large force that didn't belong to any of the current factions that Stormwind had known about appeared out of nowhere on Elwynn Forest and had saved the hides of his general and his men. If the messenger was accurate, Anduin speculated that they belonged to another kingdom, and he isn't sure if he was happy with the fact that a strong kingdom existed that he didn't know about. Not to mention that he's also worried for the reasons why they were here. Either they come in peace, or being another harbinger of war.
His stress levels also increased a notch when another messenger arrived, and this one is panicky and looked plain terrified. Too late did Llane realized that the messenger was a High Elf. His clothes looked filthy and it contained scratches everywhere, not to mention dried blood stained it also.
Before Llane could question the Elf for his message, it immediately began screaming that the convoy of the High Elven Ambassadors that have traveled from Quel'Thalas for the annual council of leaders at Stormwind had been ambushed by unnatural Greenskin monster riding wolves and were presumed dead.
Too say that Llane felt panic at that presumption would be an understatement. He knew the King of the High Elves of QUel'Thalas, Anasterian. The old monarch had reluctantly agreed to the Alliance they had right now with the humans, preferring to keep to themselves on their cities, shielded by the powerful enchantments of their trees. It was only thanks to the persuasions his childhood friend Terenas, the Young king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron that the High Elves had been participating on this meeting with the assurance that their ambassadors' safety would be guaranteed.
Now thanks to that news, King Llane for the first time didn't know what to do but sit on his throne and drink as much wine as he possibly could until he managed to gain council from Lothar and Medievh on how to deal with this. The High Elves are powerful despite fewer in numbers than the army of Stormwind, and Llane isn't stupid to underestimate Anasterian. He'll bet his golden throne that the King of the Elves won't take this news lightly. If there's one thing that Anasterian can be applauded of; its his belief that the Elves are superior than any race. For him, the sacrifice of Elven lives for human ones is not worth it. Far from it in fact.
Again the urge to drink more out of the pitcher of wine a servant prepared beside his throne tempted the King of Stormwind and it is with a great deal of self-control for the king not to succumb to it. He needed his head clear on dealing with this newcomers and he'd rather be as imposing as he could in this first meeting. He'll drink later once he knew their intentions.
Llane was still fiddling with the throat neckline of his royal attire when a servant suddenly appeared from the gates of the throne room, nearly making the King jump in surprise as the said servant then knelt facing him.
"My lord, Commander Lothar is already outside with the delegation that he met at Elwynn Forest. He is requesting permission to grant them entrance into your halls,"
"Granted," Llane spoke immediately straightening on his throne and he could see the royal guards also making themselves look as pomp and aspiring as possible the moment the words left the servant's mouth. "Send them in," the king finished and the servant once more bowed before walking out to the doors leaving a quite nervous king behind.
Yes, he's nervous. Llane if he's going to be honest with himself loved nothing more than to rule in peace. He isn't exactly a vicious person, and this threat of Greenskins raiding his kingdom and the daily problems caused by the corsairs of the south really took a toll his peaceful nature.
He knew that his kingdom currently can't afford a war with another one. Not at the current state they are at. If this newcomers tried an attempt to invade Stormwind; Llane is realistic enough to know that even if he requested help from Lordaeron on the north, they would still fall. Their kingdoms were just too far from one another.
The sound of the door creaking made Llane jump up again in surprise and he can't help the scowl at the fact that he had been a lot jumpy these days for some reason that he cannot fathom.
He was saved however from thinking too much about it when the doors of the throne room fully opened and seven people entered.
Of course he recognized the slightly dirty look of his commander and brother-in-law. His usual lavish armor that is taken with great care containing grimes of mud on it and bits of grass. In fact a dried leaf is still sticking out of his air like a sore thumb and Llane could tell that the guards of the throne room noticed it too as they obviously tried to contain their laughter.
The King of Stormwind's gaze however did not linger on his loyal subject, but at the six beings that followed him not resembling any royal decorum at all (as far as Stormwind practices go) as they peered around the throne room in curiosity and admiration. There is also no sign of any sort of royalty with them that King Llane expected to meet immediately.
There is a tall person covered in black and silver with his hood up and with a silver band that covered his eyes (Guys you really need to watch Kingsglaive to know what I mean). All he could see is a pair of striking green eyes that did not left him, unlike the others. King Llane however could not see his face. Lots of knife slots he could identify on him and the King of Stormwind shivered a bit, wondering if this person is an assassin of some kind. He sure looked like one.
Next to him is a human obviously with a rounded head that held a stern face. He looked gentle, but his eyes belied the danger that he is. Llane recognized it immediately. Those eyes belonged to that of a warrior that had seen a lot of deaths, and a veteran at that field. He had golden armor with black leathers that contained some kind of blue crystal that swirled on his joints and a pouch hangs at his side. No sign of any weapon is found on him.
On his side is a large armored figure nearly as tall as the hooded figure is with a cape that covered its entire body denying him the chance to know whether this figure is a boy or a girl. Piercing yellow-cat like eyes observed him and his guards and Llane would have bet that the large circular sharp disk held loosely dangling at her back isn't just for show.
The next two people beside the armored tall figure made King Llane blink as his eyes went directly subconsciously at the tapered ears that they had. They are obviously Elves, though they don't look like any sort of Elves that Llane have ever seen. Unlike the High Elves who wore their armor somewhere between the line of provocative and modest. These ones on the other hand wore theirs plainly on the seductive side with how much skin and body they are showing. Already he is feeling tempted if the tightening of his pants is any indication as it responded to hormones long buried the moment he swore his love to his queen. It didn't help that their odd coloration made them even more look enticing on their armor. The one at the right had a slightly pinkish violet color with blue green hair cut short to the edge below her chin. Tatoos of some kind adored her eyes which he noticed that the one beside her do not have on her face. Unlike the one standing beside her, the one on the left looked positively radiant and desirable with her light violet skin that made her look shiny compared to her counterpart. Her violet hair length is also different from the pink one, as it flowed down like a waterfall to her butt at her back. Massive bows are at their backs and King Llane didn't fail to notice the crude hunting knives strapped to their boots that reminded him of the dirks that the High Elven Rangers placed on theirs also. These Elves must be cousins of theirs of some kind. That made Llane feel a little hopeful for this meeting.
However all sorts of feeling hope for this meeting is instantly squashed as the King of Stormwind looked at the last female, and can't help but let off a little squawk of fear. She looked like a demon, like the ones that the tales of Quel'Thalas had brought with them that they shared to the other kingdoms in case of the instance the creatures of the Nether make another attempt on manifesting themselves on the mortal realm. Llane actually never believed them, believing that the stories of the High Elves are nothing more than fairy tales taught to their children. However right now seeing an almost the same comparison with the said tales on his childhood made the King of Stormwind have half a mind to order his guards to grab the said girl and roll her off to the nearest chopping block to be beheaded.
The only reason that he isn't doing it right now is that the girl looked extremely innocent. Her eyes held something in them that just made him trust her despite the presence of her horns and cloven hooves. It didn't help that her armor is the modest ones of all the females of these newcomers. Simply robes of white that showed off her light blue legs. A staff is at her hand, and Llane believed that she must be a mage of some kind if the similarities between her and the mages of Dalaran are too be compared.
All in all, they are the most weird group that the King of Stormwind had got the pleasantry to meet. He never met a group so...assorted. Some of them like the one in gold armor and the one in full regalia of steel looked regal and imposing while others like the Elves completely look native and if he might say it, barbaric.
"My lord,"
Llaine blinked as he shook himself. He couldn't believe that he had been staring at the people for a time assessing them in silence and had completely ignored his commander who had called his name three times already to catch his attention knowing that his king had broken protocol for staring too much. Face going red being caught on his small blunder, Llane stood up from his throne beckoning to the newcomers with wide arms.
"Welcome to Stormwind strangers. I am King Llane, ruler of the city,"
Much to the ruler of Stormwind's displeasure though, the one who answered him is not the one who looked a bit trustworthy but the most untrustworthy of all, the one who wears black with the bloody hood.
"I appreciate your Hospitality King Llane," he spoke in a deep voice surprising everyone as he then stepped forward than the rest inclining his head simply in respect. Llane didn't miss the fact that he didn't bow to him. "My name is Harrold James Potter, Templar Grandmaster of the Terrans and leader of the alliance of Kalimdor," he then took his hood off and the silver covering on his face showing off untamed hair and green eyes. Atop his head is a silver circlet with a blue gemstone on the middle that seemed alive at his forehead with the way it swirled back and forth.
"Aliance? What Alliance is he talking about? As far as I know Kalimdor had barely a society that can be called civilized. Since when did this Alliance sprang up and why haven't we heard anything about it?" Llane thought frantically.
When he was younger and was still a prince, he made it a point to travel as much of the world as he can, enjoying the perks of freedom on being an adventurer before his father passed him the crown of Stormwind. Sure he heard about Kalimdor. Terenas' father had sent an expedition on that empty wasteland filled with creatures that can kill you in a hundred different ways from either shocking you, eating you alive, or murdering you before you had any idea where they are. There was even one rumour that there is a flying creature there that can kill you by over-sex. Sad to say, that expedition came to nothing as the survivors returned telling tales that can barely be believed by any sane individual. That's the reason why King Llane had a hard time believing what this black cloaked man is talking about. If not for the fact that he had an army standing by at Stormwind's backyard, Llane would had already thrown him at the cells for lying.
Seeing that he had to reply something of a kind to avoid shame. The King of Stormwind settled on two words simply:
"I see,"
The black cloaked man merely smirked predatorily as if he expected this making Llane shiver as then gestured to his companions.
"With me is my guards. Neville Longbottom of Vroengard, Sestia of the Draenei, Maieve Shadowsong, Arko'Narin, and Laetri Potter for the Kaldorei people," the man gestured to each of the person beside him their names as he pointed it out for him. He however choked at the last one and before he could stop himself, he can't help but blurt out immediately.
"Potter? She's your wife?"
Immediately a deep scowl marred the Grandmaster's face and an indignant look morphed on the Kaldorei's. King Llane didn't know a shade of that color, violet even had as she blushed deeply at his implication.
"She's my daughter not my wife!" snapped the man in front of him heatedly.
For the first time in his career ever since he sat on the throne, King Llane of Stormwind look abashed publicly. It didn't help that he could hear some of hus guards sniggering at his mistake, and even Lothar who had opted to seat himself at the stairs towards his throne is struggling to contain a smirk that is threatening to burst out of his lips.
"Uhmm...sorry about that," apologized Llane hoping that his mistake would not sour the negotiations that will be made later.
"Accepted however," the Templar Grandmaster waved his hand at his side and immediately five comfy chairs appeared out of thin air in front of his throne nearly making the King lost his composure at the display of magic as his eyes bugged out of his skull and even his guards are caught off guard as one of them unconsciously dropped his own spear and did not even notice it until it hit the ground with a familiar clang that made Lothar glare at his misbehavior of conduct. The man with green eyes merely looked amused as he sat himself with the others behind him on their chairs, looking as regal as any king that Llane had seen as he crossed his fingers while facing him. "I won't stand while you quiz us King Llane. I hope you don't mind?"
It took all of the King of Stormwind's composure not to scowl. He is being played at his own game. He had consciously avoided asking the group to sit as any monarch protocol dictated in favor of assessing the fact whether that this group would be a threat to Stormwind or not. Not inviting another monarch to sit is a grave insult; meaning that you believed yourself to be superior to them and not offer them the act of equality. It seems that this Grandmaster person noticed his bluff too and is currently calling him on it...publicly.
"Of course not," Llane tried not to make his gritting teeth seen and heard on his words. "Forgive me for-,"
He was however stopped short as the Grandmaster raised a hand that made him stop mid-sentence.
"I'm pretty sure that you had a very good reason for acting the way you did, but I had no time for charade and so do you, so I'll go straight to the point," said Harrold in a stern manner that made the King of Stormwind feel a little cowed. This person had leadership aura in spades. He could feel the wolf in him bowing to an alpha, metaphorically speaking. "I know that you are worried about our presence here and you had good reason to. Every king does I believe if an unknown force with unknown capabilities introduced themselves. In fact your cautiousness skills intertwined with the hospitality you showed us are commendable. It prevented a rude start between our two countries, but it also prevents us from ransacking your city if we do plant to," Harrold added with a smirk before leaning back on his chair with his fingers crossed again. "Lucky for you, we are not here as your enemies King Llane. And we did not come here to make friends with you either. In fact if I'm going to be honest with you, we didn't care about you at all. The main reason why I and my people are here is to destroy a future threat not only to our races, but to the entirety of the planet. In fact I hoped that you could help me on that regard since this is your land being touched after all,"
"And what is this threat you are talking about?" Llane can't help but ask a bit impatiently. He can't help but sat a little straighter for both in relief, that this group won't add to Stormwind's currently rising number of problems and fear, that they came bearing ill news that is not only nation-threatening but planet-threatening in nature.
"I do not exactly know about the details about it, for we know only its name... Fel,"
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Tyrande yawned as she rubbed the back of Nisha', her frost saber as it curled on her feet. She can't help but admire the cat. Alleia had gifted it to her, a few years after her wedding with Harrold and Tyrande can't help but love the furball.
She had grown as large as she is already and twice as long. It's obvious that she'll grow only wider now and not longer. She's still a little too young for Tyrande to be riding, maybe a few decades and she'll be ready.
Currently Tyrande is lounging on her bourdour, watching her Frost Saber munch determinedly on a dried piece of meat that he had thrown fifteen minutes ago. The fact that the meat hadn't gone down yet the Frost Saber's gullet spoke volumes of how tough the meat is.
Right now though, the Night Elf High Priestess felt bored. She had refused Harrold's invitation to go up to the human city with him and the others. She had enough of humans ogling at her. Despite the long years, she still remembered the looks that the ones in Rohan had given her with Arko'. and she had no wish to repeat what had occured that day here. It disgusted Tyrande that human males had such low control over their basic desires. She discussed it in long depth with Alleia, and the High Priestess had told her that humans unlike Kaldorei were prone to act on their desires rather than taking the discipline which took years to master to control them. The Terrans were a complete exception since they were chosen by gods specifically to be reborn, and the newer generation of their people had the Khala to unite them with one another, which was more than enough to offer any Terran a great deal of self-control.
A good example would be of course; right now. Tyrande sighed again as she watched the golden figures of Artistans and Templars pass her tent doing their duties. The five thousand plus men that had accompanied them on this journey are currently camping at the Western walls of Stormwind, outside the gates overlooking the ocean. Tyrande had to wince at the floating wastes that the waters near Stormwind had. Its obvious that the population dump their waste on the waters. What a very unsanitary act. Do these people even know that what they are doing would also be their undoing later on? Disease would be rampant unless they change their ways. It is with a great effort that Tyrande manage to rein in her opinions, chiding herself that the people here don't have the knowledge that the schools on Aiur have.
Shifting her form to sit in a more comfortable pattern, Tyrande felt completely neglected as she watched the bustling camp around her. Being the only leader left, Tyrande of course had been given overall command of the army until Harrold returned with the others. A position that is one of the most lazy if you belong to the Alliance of Kalimdor in times of peace.
The Templar are properly trained and properly disciplined and their connection with the Khala made them completely efficient and coordinated on everything they do like a well-iled machine. Making camp and protecting it and keeping it running are pie and pieces for them. Only the ones that her Sentinel guards are currently flirting are looking uncomfortable. All in all, being a leader of such an army currently made Tyrande morose. She almost wished that anything would happen. Even a fight would be welcome. When Sentinels gather together in an army size, lots of problems occur that made her want to had a migraine unlike this one. She isn't sure which she preferred, the silent army of the Templars that would bore her to death or the raucuous army of the Night Elves that will cause her to die by giving her an aneurism.
Her thoughts are cut out though as a sudden flash in front of her made Tyrande look up to see the familiar formal black robed figure of a Dark Templar bowing before her. She almost rejoiced. Dark Templar other than Harrold and James don't usually interact with others not affiliated with their order. They just do when they have either news to deliver or someone or something to kill.
"My lady, I bring word from the scouts at the Nothern gate of the city. It seems that the forces made up by the princes of Aiur have returned and they are not alone. They bear markings of a battle and they have with them, what looks to be a delegation group of some kind," reported the Dark Templar.
"I see," nodded Tyrande. "Are James and Albus coming back here with their forces?" she asked. Having James and Albus around would surely break this monotone of boredom that she is suffering currently.
"No my lady," shook the Dark Templar's head in negative. "They have gone into the city with the delegation. So far none of them looked hurt but the delegation that they are traveling with looks like they had suffered badly with how many stretchers and white linens that I believe contain the corpses of their comrades they are carrying with them,"
"Hmm... never knew Humans here cared for their dead that much," mumbled Tyrande to herself thoughtfully.
"Pardon me my lady, but they are not humans,"
What?" the Priestess of Elune turned to the Dark Templar who shifted uncomfortably.
"They are not humans my lady. They looked almost the same as you. I thought at first they must be a different variety of Elves with how the only difference between your race and theirs are the skin color and the shape of your ears. Theirs are shorter than any Kaldorei I had seen, and more slender. Their skin color is almost the same as the humans except even in the distance I could feel the magic on them as if they have bonded with magic and have immersed themselves on them in an amount that any self-respecting High Templar would call healthy. had hoped that you would enlighten me on this matter my lady. We would not want accidentally giving battle on what might be long lost cousins of your race. Do you know of them?"
"I know of them alright," growled Tyrande feeling her fists clench as her memories brought her back to a time before the Terrans arrived on Azeroth and where Night Elves lived peacefully then until the First War. It took all of Tyrande's concentration and self-control not to grab her bow and march up to these long lost brethren of theirs.
"Who are they my lady?" asked the Dark Templar a bit bewildered by the harsh reaction of the Priestess of Elune.
"Murderers, traitors, demon-worhsipers," sneered the Night Elf before she finished.
"Highborne,"
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"Hmm, so basically what we are dealing with here is some sort of magic that drains the life or the energy that maintains life on its victims. This is troubling indeed," Harrold muttered to himself as he sat in front of the King of Stormwind ignoring everyone's stares as he delved into his own mind for counsel maintaining a troubled expression on the outside.
Like Harrold said, he indeed was troubled at what the King of Stormwind had just said and for good reason to.
"An ancient magic that do not belong to the planet. It grants great power, but exacts a terrible price. Mainly, life,"
That's what the King had said and if Harrold's sources past was to be trusted. Then it indeed was really troubling. Magic that relates to the soul had always been powerful. Good example of these of course is the Khydarin Crystals that the Terrans use. Dark Templar have powers that rivaled even the energy based attacks of the High Templar but the usage of these powers is paid by halving their life spans. Nearly all Templar use the Khydarin Crystals on their armor to improve their entire physical prowess to insane odds at the price of their strength as payment. He got a feeling that this Fel thing is something worse than the crystals that the Terrans had, and this would not be the first time he would be dealing with this.
"The Guardian said that Fel had no place on Azeroth," added the King of Stormwind breaking Harrold out of his stupor.
"Pardon me?"
The King in front of him only shifted uneasily. "I was implying that it was the Guardian who told us that the Fel do not come here,"
"Interesting," nodded Harrold. "And I believe the Orcs were not as well yes?"
"As far as we can tell," it was Anduin Lothar who answered this time. "They're savage beasts that even the worst of the wild animals found in our continent cannot compare with. My best troops you have already seen at the forest were easily taken down by brute force alone. These Orcs were some of the worst creatures I had the displeasure to face having the strength of three men on every one of them. I won't be surprised if they were associated with the Fel. Maybe next time the Guardian was here, we'll get some answers finally,"
"Uh-huh," nodded Harrold before perking up. "These Guardian of yours though. He is a mage yes?"
"Aye," both men nodded.
"What can you tell me about him?" asked Harrold.
"Well he's the Guardian of Azeroth and he wields great arcane power that can rival even the Archmages of the Floating city of Dalaran. He aided my father before during the different' crisis' that we have on this continent and he never failed us,"
"So he's entirely trustworthy?" Harrold asked ignoring the affronted look that the King of Stormwind immediately sported.
"I'll bet my life on it," he answered surely. "Without the aid of the Guardian, Stormwind would have fallen already,"
"I see," nodded Harrold before clapping his hands making everyone jump at the sudden sound. "That concludes my inquiry. As I've said before King Llane. My people had no argument with yours, and for the meantime since we had the same goals. I would suggest a temporary alliance between your people and what soldiers I had brought here. I believe you would find our aid an excellent deal,"
The two men in front of them looked like Christmas had come early though as if they didn't believe one thing that he had just said. All in all they looked like goldfishes pulled out of the water with their mouths opening and closing in unison.
"You're proposing an alliance with us?" asked Llane disbelievingly.
Harrold only smirked trying not to snigger alongside the others with him who had remained silent this time until Llane repeated Harrold's statement.
"Temporary Alliance," corrected the Templar Grandmaster. "But yeah, I just proposed an alliance between you and the Alliance of Kalimdor for this current threat,"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," nodded Harrold. "The details of course I will talk with you later personally between us as leaders of our people. But for now I would like nothing more than to reassure you that I and my people bear no ill will against you or Stormwind. We came here to protect our homes back at Aiur and that is what we will do. If allying ourselves to you make it easier, then we won't throw away the gift that Fate gives us,"
For the first time, it seemed that the King of Stormwind had completely dropped the regal look that he posed as Harrold finished his statement with a small smile. The Templar Grandmaster merely watched as the man on the throne stood up before going down on the dais to stand in front of him. Harrold did not back down as he stood, a head taller than the King of Stormwind looking as imposing in a way a Dark Templar only could.
"I accept your offer Templar Grandmaster. Be it known that the Kingdom of Stormwind will not turn its back on you while we maintain this alliance. Our swords are your swords, and your enemy will be our enemy," the shorter man raised a hand to shake his own.
Harrold did not expect this. He had expected a reluctant alliance at best when he first talked to him. It seemed that this King had honor in spades, truly does caring for his people and Harrold was wrong when he labeled him as the same as the other monarchs on his second life. Despite himself, the Templar Grandmaster can't help but smirk as he received the handshake that the King of Stormwind had offered.
"It would be an honor to fight beside you King Llane,"
The Templar Grandmaster could tell that the guards wanted to cheer and his comrades wanted to grill him with questions. But that can wait. Today was a historic day for-.
The doors of the Palace opened with a boom showing off a disheveled looking servant who looked like he haven't stopped running until he got here. Kneeling in front of his king and completely ignoring Harrold and his people as if they are nothing more than tapestries at the wall with the lack of attention he gave them.
"My lord. I bring ill news!" started the servant panting still. "The High Elves...,"
The doors boomed open again and this time everyone looked as an Elf with piercing blue eyes wearing a green cloak with leather armor covered in blood and sand, showing off her midriff entered. The bow on her hands and the arrows on her back attracting the greatest attention. Her golden hair looked like it had been stranded on tangles with the way it hang limply and unevenly at her side of the head. Her skin tone is the same as that of the humans but had an ethereal glow to it as if bathed in magic. Harrold tried not to shiver as he could feel the excessive feeling of magic that seemed to leak from this woman.
"My lord we are in desperate need of healers right now...," the Elf started yelling but stopped immediately as he noticed that the King of Stormwind isn't alone. Her blue eyes started to travel over Harrold and his companions curiously but are replaced immediately with that of extreme hatred as they glued unto the form of Laetri and Arko'Narin who squeaked at the sudden change of expression at the Elf's face that formed into one of complete hatred.
"Kaldorei!" she hissed like a snake and before anyone could stop her. The Elf drew and fire in a split second towards the direction of Arko'Narin, the arrow a complete bullseye on her forehead.
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Hello so, sorry for the late upload. I got sick and I cant type when my head's aching, so you get the point hihihi. Anyway sorry for the late upload again. Please review. The more reviews I got, the happier I will be.
-Im sorry if this became a multiverse of some sort. I really enjoyed LOTR and currently Starcraft that I am playing. Its legacy of the Void I believe. I admired the Protoss so much, thats why I put their lifestyle on Terran society. Besides, imagine if Medieval Knights are thrown into the World of Warcraft. They would be ripped to pieces immediately. Anyway hope you liked the story. Many don't since they said that I should stick with what there is already and don't change it at all. Well I don't want my story to be like that. I want it to be unique, and different from everything else.
-harry's not a pure white knight. He's just being Harry despite his second life. Besides, I did mention that the lives chosen by the gods to be reborn on this world is pure. So being basically evil is out of the question. And I may have overpowered the Terrans a bit, but that's what makes them unique.
-I've thought of the relationships and so far I've branched out. Kaldorei allows for more than one mate of course.
James Potter X Sestia (OC Draenei Priestess) X Alleria Windrunner
Albus Potter X Maieve X Sylvanas Windrunner
Laetri Potter X Arko'Narin X Vereesa Windrunner
Harrold James Potter X Alleia Silversong (OC High Priestess) X Tyrande Whisperwind (Wait on it)
PS: For the last time this is my first story and the other stories on my account belonged to Cassandra and Cassandra alone.