A/N: One of the druids who died in the fighting was Horde and Isaiah was Earth factioned, so only two Alliance actually died in that last fight. Originally, I had more people falling in battle (including Brath), but my friend read the ending and suggested I try something lighter so I rewrote it. I think it turned out better this way.
Also, I'm all for magic, but I don't think even that can rewrite the laws of nature completely, so Amy and Brath won't be having kids, as mammals and reptiles don't really work…sorry! :x
Feel better Sparkie!
To ZZZZZZ: Charlotte is the name of the city in NC she was from.
If the next expansion really is Burning Legion related, then there will definitely be a sequel. If not, we'll see. Maybe Amy will end up in Pandaria. Lastly, I'll try to have the Brath story up by the end of June, so keep an eye out for it!
Thank you all for reading and for all the feedback! I can't tell you how much it's helped me with my writing.
~Phantom
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In the middle of a large, empty room, a translucent screen cut on in the center of the space, coming to life with color as a slender blonde woman wearing a baby-T with the Horde's insignia displayed proudly across her chest grinned at the camera, one arm disappearing to the side of the screen where she held her phone, the other holding a small Chihuahua to her.
As her dog looked around slowly, blinking its large eyes and wagging its tail toward something off screen, the woman cleared her throat, green eyes sparkling. "Hey, all! Elizabeth Carnegan and Tinkerbelle here with a-fucking-mazing news! The leader of the Legion in our world is dead! Dead!" She turned the camera so that it showed a massive, decaying head on proud display through a window she'd seated herself beside.
After a moment, she swung the camera back onto herself.
"Now, there are still demons around, since killing the head guy doesn't automatically make the rest of them just poof away. If only. I know some areas are still gonna be hard pressed, but we want to give you guys hope, okay? There is an end in sight. So keep fighting."
She paused, her lips twisting as she let her gaze wander toward the ceiling. "What else is there…? Oh!"
The camera jostled a moment before resting on her again. She'd seated herself practically in the lap of a scruffy looking young man with a patch covering one eye. Even as he reached up to scratch some of the stubble on his chin, she pointed at him using Tinkerbelle. "This is Eric Fieldson! He's one of the many heroes from Azeroth who decided to stay and help us rebuild." She angled the camera more toward him. "Say hi!"
"Hi…" Eric murmured, slowly closing a book on one of his fingers so as not to lose his place. His gaze kept going from the camera to Elizabeth and back.
She leaned her head closer to his so that they could both be seen. "Dunno how many of you Team Jacob fans are still out there, but this guy's a real werewolf." She winked at the screen.
"Worgen…" Eric murmured before shifting a little awkwardly away from Elizabeth. He caught her shoulder with his free hand as she nearly fell on top of him and lightly pushed her away with a tightlipped smile. "I'm kind of in the middle of something."
An awkward silence passed over them before Elizabeth hopped to her feet, focusing the camera on herself again. "He's a little shy…" She frowned as her gaze swept the area and then she darted forward, stopping next to a wall of a man dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans talking to a draenei in a long robe. "V! Maevlen! I'm making a video, comment?"
The human man gave her a big smile and flashed a thumbs up at the camera. However, before he could say anything, the draenei crossed his arms. "There is a point to this, Miss Carnegan?"
"Morale boost."
"Oh…" Maevlen stood a little straighter and the camera jostled again as Elizabeth angled it up and zoomed in to frame his face. "Hello, people of Earth—" He frowned as giggles erupted from off screen. "What? Have I said something odd?"
"No, no. You're fine. Go ahead."
Maevlen blinked twice before speaking again, the brilliant light of his eyes making the details of his face a bit fuzzy on screen. "We would like you to know that many of us plan to stay and help eliminate what remains of the demonic forces here and we will see your world onto the road to recovery…" He paused, his head turning slightly as he looked passed the camera to Elizabeth. "I would go into details, but if you are…posting this? The demons will likely get a hold of it, then."
"Makes sense," Elizabeth said as she swung the camera back onto herself. "One person I really wanted to let everyone meet was the renowned Amy Ford. Yeah, you know, the one who pretty much made all of this…" she turned the camera to sweep over the room filled with different people and races—mostly mages—flipping through books and practicing spells as she walked back to the window to show off the bustling street below and the blue sky overhead, "possible."
She turned the camera back onto herself again. "I know some of you out there have thrown her into that made-up-internet-meme category, but she is real." She paused to kiss Tinkerbelle on the top of his head as he whined. "She's also what we call a rogue and refuses to let me catch her likeness on camera, since she's talking about doing some sneaky stuff at some point in the future."
She took in a slow breath, her gaze wandering toward the ceiling again. Then, abruptly, she looked back at the camera and grinned. "I guess that's it, really. Hang on, hold out, and kick some demon ass! We'll be doing the same."
The screen in the room cut off and a scrawny looking young man with graying patches of skin beneath his eyes frowned as he stared at the empty space where the image had been.
"My liege," he turned o bow toward a towering eredar a few paces behind him. "What would you have me do? It will take time, but we can amass enough forces to go back and—"
"Mr. Ford, your ambitions are admirable, but pointless." The creature's voice echoed across the giant room with next to no effort.
"Kil'jaeden, please," he tried to keep any weakness from his voice. "I understand my world. If I'm in charge, we can destroy it along with all those heroes from Azeroth. If we do nothing, the Alliance and Horde will return—"
"To a war that will diminish their forces further," his superior cut him off. "Besides, plenty of these 'heroes' are still on Earth. Your world served its purpose." He shrugged, his expression almost bored as he turned away and headed toward the door of the room. "Let your people have a good, long taste of their victory. After all, after Azeroth falls, they won't have a leg to stand on."
