Lordaeron City, Royal Palace

Week after prince departure.

Terenas Menethil was sitting at his throne. Around him, many nobles, important figures. At his side, his lovly wife, Lianne. Next to the throne, their kids, Arthas and Calia Menethil.

A group of maids were waiting at the command. Guards were on the high alert.

As the knock on the door hit three times, royal doors were open.

First, there was Captain Falric, alongside two of the royal elite guards.

Then, there were guests. Those who did not wanted to be here, but were forced to.

First, there was a great man. From a look of it, a perfect warrior. With a greatsword on his back, and with a chestplate of the lion, there he walked. Sir Anduin Lothar, Lion of Azeroth.

Next to him, walked a young boy with the fabolous royal robes. His look were of the noble blood, pure and strong, yet now, it was like an empty shell of the former occupant. Child was broken to the core.

Along side them, there were those who had occupied the court, and were important enough to speak to. There were also few guards, who were more for the show then for defence.

Such was a tragedy for the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The atmosphere in the room went from the cold to even colder, yet only for the short moment. Terenas won't wait for long.

"People of Lordaeron nobility, of service, and of my bloodline. We are visited by the unusuall guests, and I, as a representative of us all, would like to welcome you, my new guests, in our capital" He clapped his hands, and maids went foward.

"Please, feel save here, as were ready for your arrival. It is adviceble to feel best in our place."

Group that entered the room were shocked. They were finally there. Save heaven.

First to speak was to be Sir Anduin, when there was a sudden fall of the Prince Varian.

He fell on his knees, then his arms. His face full of tears. His scream, full of pain.

Everybody could feel his pain. From the voice, to the feeling.

Therenas acted fast.

"My kids, could you support the one in the pain of your age. Prince Varian would most likely enjoy spending time outside of politics, in a better room"

Arthas understood him.

"Yes, father. Calia, come" He called his sister, and with a nod of Anduin Lothar, all of them moved to the diffrent room.

Now, Terenas was finally able to speak.

"Sir Lothar, it is an honor to meet you. I heard tales of you" Greeted king his guest.

"His Magesty Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron. King of kindness and justice. It is also an honor" He said, and knell in respect.

"Stand up, Great Lion. Let the formalities perish, we are in the unusuall scenario"

He looked up, standing.

"I must agree. A great sadness of our lost kingdom brings us down everyday"

There was a sorrow in his voice. Great sadness and pain, mixed with anger and frustration.

Terenas was calm.

"You speak of tragedy, yet, i only know details of them. Should we sit down and speak in the meeting room, good Sir"

"Agree, yet, i would like to announce those information to anyone that will want to know, and should know"

"Of course, we will. Yet, first, we must understand the lines of problems"

They moved out of the room, by hallway, into a meeting room, which was more pleasant, filled with decorations and furniture. Royal meeting chamber.

There was less people in the room now, only 5 of the most important ones, King and his guest.

They wanted to talk immidietly, but were stopped by the trio of the the kids, who were not expecting adults in the room.

Calia was first to appologise

"Sorry Father, Sir Lothar, we weren't expecting you here!" She tried to appologie and run, but was stopped by her father.

"Kids, now, even if this is diffrent situation, we should welcome our guest with respect and by saying our names, and this is also what we expect from them" He stated to everyone. Now was time to be little bit more official.

Menethil familly went on one side, guest of the other.

"Now, once again, i would like to greet you, my guests. I am Terenas Menethil II, ruler of Lordaeron" He then noddet to Arthas.

He honored his guests also.

"Second Prince of Lordaeron and son of King Terenas Menethil, Arthas Menethil, it's great to meet you, our honored guests"

Then came the girly voice.

"I am Calia Menethil, first daughter of King Terenas Menethil and princess of Lordaeron. Welcome, our honored guests"

Then time came for the guests to introduce properly.

First was a warrior.

"I am honored by your generocity. I am Sir Anduin Lothar, General of Azerothian Army and Regent Lord of Stormwind Crown" He knelled before the royal family.

Then, was time for the boy. He was unsure, but kept his role.

"I am Prince Varian Wrynn of Kingdom of Stormwind, thank you for welcoming us" He bowed elegantly, as he is still a royal, he won't knell before others.

As formalities were done, there was time back to relax, at least for the second.

"Great, now, if you were to exuse us, kids, we will talk about important manners, and for this, we would like to be left without you playing around."

He looked at his son.

"Arthas, take our guest and your sister and show his a palace, they, you are free of your doing, but be save!" He ordered.

His son, of course, agreed. They all left the room.

"Also, i would like to justify a absence of my firstborn, Ainzah, but he was injured in action, while on the journy around the land. I don't know of his situation much now, but he was fully unable to be here"

Lothar nodded.

"I understand. And i would also be worried, if my son were in bad situation, unknow to even me to deal with" Anwsered Lothar.

"Now, then, should we start?" Asked Terenas.

"Yes, we should. Let not waste time."

"Then first, let me ask you, Sir Lothar, what we are dealing with?" Was a first and most improtant question.

"We have name for them. They call themselfs Orcs"

"Hmm, i have never heard of an "Orc", how to they look?" Asked curious King.

"From what i gathered, they are not from this world. They came by the great gate, a Dark Portal, as it was named. We don't know much of their world, but we know how they get here"

"How they were able to do such an deed?"

"Medive, a Guardian of Tirisfall, was the one that did it!" Said Lothar, remembering the vile wizard.

Terenas eyes widen at the moment, hearing a name of the Guardian.

"He betrayed us!? Guardian of Tirisfall betrayed us all?!" He shouted.

"Do not worry, as we were able to cut him down in his dreaded tower"

King breathed heavly, now calm.

"So, you took him down. Good, at least we don't have to deal with him. Yet, such a bad news" He stated.

"Yes, i know. But we had to do it"

"I understand. Well, continue please"

"Right" Anduin nodded."Back to the question, what are Orcs. We fought them, and we spotted some characteristics. They are bigger than humans, around two times, and physicly stronger. Their skin is green, and eyes filled with red. They have many sharp teeths, brutish looking. They were long hair, often in tribal style. They were also spotted with tatoos and pierced parts of body."

Terenas was impressed by the amount of details they were able to find.

"Well, how do they fight? How you were not able to defete them?"

"First, our footmans were unable to stand to them, as they are superiour in strengh. They also good at ambush, with we didn't expected. There were times, when they withstanded hits that would ususally knock out a human out of the battle. It seems they can be filled with a sence of bloodlust, caring less for their health and more for the death to their enemies"

"It is troublesome. Reasoning with them then is scrapped" Anwsered Terenas, Lothar nodded again.

"We were able to take them down, however. First, as all living beings, they bleed. And can be killed out of the wounds, even if they stand longer.

Second, we were able to kill many of them. Most efficient way was of the cavalery, as they seems to not be used to the horses, as they rides on the giant wolfes.

Also an efficient was an arrow or a bullet, as they can damage at range. There was also a speaking of our mages, who send waves of death at the enemy. Which will take me to the next point, that is, enemy units types"

King of Lordaeron took a bite of the sweetroll from a table, and let his guest continue.

"From what i gathered, they first line is composed with many types of grunts. They use most often axes, but mace or hammer was also found. They don't wear much armor, showing often vital parts of their body unarmored. Then, as i said moment ago, their cavalery is wolf mounted mostly. There were reports of them trying using horses, but i don't think they will get used to them that fast.

Second line is very mixed. Our soldiers reports them using bows and crossbows, but there were also many more ususual like spears or slingshots. It seems to depend of some culture or social structure."

Terenas stopped him.

"What do you mean saying structure? There are like vassal system or rather a loose alliance?"

Lothar quicly responded.

"From what scouts were saying, it's rather smaller, diffrenting groups, united under one unit or group of influencing ones. But back to the point. I will not move their mages, it's something Khadgar will do with mages, and i suppose it's will be important to your son, as he is a skillfull wizard."

Terenas noddet.

"Last, we seen their building and siege weaponry. First weapons. They are using catapults, rather not advanced ones, but they seems to create an oil, that burns when hitting the target. It might be dangerous for someone standing, but it is destructive for buildings. Stormwind more foward districts burned first becouse of it.

Later, as we scouted their bases, they seems to be mostly centered on wood, but mayby that haven't got enough time to build something harder. But let's hope at least their bases are not that hard to fight as they are" Lothar said, sighing.

Terenas was satified.

"You gathered a lot of information, my friend. I'm glad to be able to hear this. We will be prepared for the fight, whenever it will come. Now, i must ask, what do you think of the youug prince? Is he alright?"

Sir Anduin was rather calm hearing this.

"He is a Wrynn. They are know as proud, strong kings. It will take him more work to get ready. He lost his father, so he will have to learn those manners and knowleage from someone else. But in the end, i think he will be fine. I will gladly see him as a King of Azeroth"

"I see. Great. Depending on how long it will take us, i will ask my son Arthas to look after him. As he is young, like my son, they might learn better togerher. Ainzah was to old for Arthas, there was too much age between them. But i think those two will get used to one another. Rather fast" Said the King.

"Good. I know it might be bad to speak of it, but if the situation were bad, and there was no future for new Kingdom of Stormwind, would you marry your daughter to the prince of this nation?" Asked lion of the kingdom.

King Menethil did not liked that question, but in his mind, he expected it once. He just didn't expect that to be now.

"I don't know, great champion. We will see how will our fate show. If it will be needed, i will talk with her about it. For now, i don't have anwser for this question. Please, don't ask it again in the near future"

Lothar understand. This was hard question, but he had to think foward. He cares for that boy, he will make him a right ruler. For this, he must act from the beguinning.

As for now, they went on the less importan subjects, discussing many more problems.

Royal Quarters, Lordaerone Palace.

As usuall, then adults are talking, kids are not welcome.

Such was this situation, as expected.

A trio of kids with royal emblems wandered the halls of the palace.

Two of the were of the same family, brother and sister. They often fought one another, as it was with boy and girl relations within this age, both of the growing, entering age of growing up, developing their characters and being intrested in diffrent ideas.

Calia was as such, growing. She was calm and very focused on thinking. She cared how she looks, she trained a proper speach and movement.

How to be listen, how to be intresting. How to be admired.

How to get what she wants.

On the other hand, there was a prince, Arthas.

He was a boy, younger then her, meaning, he didn't started to think of such tiny details. He wanted to play, to spend time having fun, watching knights fight and playing along.

Just a kid doing kids stuff, enjoying his youth. Golden time to play, before growing into a respected, strong and wise man.

But between them, there was one other. Not from their family, not country even. A guest from afar.

He was not speaking, walking slowly. His face was full of sadness, empty of good emotions. Face of the kid who lost his family, and understood it.

Varian Wrynn, "King" of Azeroth. And a broken soul wandering the halls.

His country lost, city he grew up in lost.

His father dead, betrayed.

His mother dead, murdered.

Sad was a life on this noble kid.

Arthas had a problem how to start a converstion. He didn't find anyone in that state in his entire life, and by such, he couldn't think of a question to ask.

But to his problem, there was a girl next to him who had a solution to his silence.

Calia gently asked her guest.

"Varian, would you like to join us in the meal we will have in few minutes. We would like to know more of our guest. Will you join?" She said, smiling widely across her face, using her cute voice.

She understood his emotions, and tried to break them.

First, he did not react, but after her second attempt, he looked at her, quicly anwsering.

"F...Fine" He just said.

As such, they marched into a dining hall, where there was a long table of meals, from meat, to fruits, ending on sweets.

Nothing makes a better mood then a sweetroll to eat.

As such as they eat, first conversation after a while stated.

"Varian, do you enjoy the food?" Princess asked.

First he wasn't going to anwser, but the, he felt the sweet tast their delicatessen, and could stay silent.

"Your food feels great" he said.

Calia smiled. Her plan worked. From this moment, this will be easier.

"Glad to hear. After a long trip, you must have wanted to taste something good" she continued.

"You right. I forgot about the taste of sweetness in my trip. There isn't much of them at the open ocean" He stated.

"How long have your travel been? How much time it took you to get to Southshore?"

"We were on our way for 2 months, becouse of weather. Lot of time on a ship. I can still feel the salt in my mouth." He stated.

Calia smiled sad. She heard of this tragedy, when her older brother were informing her father about them coming. Yet, it's hard to save face for him to feel happy.

She would have been the same, or even worst, if her family were to die. Even thinking of it make her skin react, cold feeling.

She smiled at him, with a mask of sweet child on her face.

"I hope we will have time to spend, to have a lot of fun together" she stated.

It was then, when she saw his first, true smile.

"I hope that as well, lady Menethil" He spoke, kissing her hand, as he was trained.

Calia suddenly silenced, blushing.

Immidietly, she run from the room.

"I left something in my room, i will be in few minutes" She yelled, running away from the room, lying.

As both boys watched this, they looked confused.

They both shrugged their shoulders, saying one word.

"Girls"

As Varian was throwed away from his state, Arthas could finally speak.

"Varian, what did you enjoyed doing at home?" Arthas asked.

"Well, i would be probably training my swordmanship" He responded.

A spark of exciment shined in Arthas eyes.

"Varian Wrynn, i challenge to to the fight!" He shouted.

Prince of Stormwind didn't expected that, but was happy to heard it.

"Very well, golden boy, show me what can you do!" He replied, now excited.

It wasn't too long for them to move to the armory where Arthas usually fought with Muradin. There were weapons hanging on the walls, awaiting them already.

Varian smile shattered seeing them.

"Do you still fight with wooden swords?" He said, kind of emberessed.

But Arthas felt the taunt.

"Practice can be done by many means. You should know this!" He throw a words, feeling anger.

King Wrynn looked past him, going for the sword. He took one for himself, and throwed a second on to his opponent.

"Fight me, Menethil. Show me your swordmanship!" He challenged.

Golden Prince took his challenge by grabbing the sword, pointing it in battle stance.

He was patient. As Varian said, he expected real swords, meaning that probably he is used to them, making him better than Arthas. He had to think of defences.

Varian took a pose to attack. He run towards his enemy, starting by the blow from the right side. His sword was flying fast.

Arthas took his stance, blocking the weapon.

"He hit's hard" he thinked.

He pushed enemy weapon, preparing for next hit, but he did not expected in immidietly.

He placed his weapon in front of him fast, to block the attack. As he took the attack, he felt the pain in his forearm, a slight twist. It hurt a little, but he was alright.

Varian took a step back, taking his time. He now ready himself for counterattack from the prince.

Arthas looked at him. He was a better warrior than him, he knew it already. Varian was also stronger, that was a bother. But worst it, he had that mindset, as Arthas felt. He was ready to stand and fight for all coast.

He looked at the stance king took. It was very knight like. Proud and powerfull. He eyes were focused, not to lost even smallest detail.

Arthas was not satisfied with power or experience of his enemy.

"Was is Sir Anduin who trained you?" He asked, matching the enemy.

"I had good teachers, Sir Lothar was one of them. He showed me that was right and how to fight to win, not to look good" He responded.

That was a taunt Arthas had enough of. He was really cooky. That infuriated Arthas.

He run foward, preparing to strike from the left side. He used a lot of strengh.

Varian took a hit, stepping one step back. It was a powerfull hit from the prince. He knew it.

He striked back, matching with enemy sword.

They started to understand each other, as they weapons hit one another. They were focused to understand their enemy.

Varian was watching, analising. Arthas was younger, less experienced, he knew. His hits were powerfull, but not perfectly balanced. He will get tired faster, or even hurt himself in procces.

Matching part continue as they exchanged hits. One after another. Hit after parry. Hit after parry.

Arthas had enough of this, as he knew he will get more exausted faster.

He took few steps back, and charged with his sword from a bottom, preparing to hit unprotected at that area Varian.

He run fast, preparing to strike. Varian realised his plan, momentarly jumping back. He wasn't expecting such hit, so he didn't protect from a bottom. It would be risky to parry it, he would probably hurt his arm doing so.

Arthas sliced an air with his blow. "Damn him" he thinked. He expected to slice his enemy from the bottom, throwing him out.

As he realised his enemy wasn't waiting, he placed his weapon fast above him, as Varian was jumping to strike from the air.

"Easy block" Arthas thinked.

But Varian expected that.

"Battle is over" he said in his mind.

As he striked, and their weapons met, he moved his leg, hitting Arthas in the chest with his boot, throwing him out of the combat.

Young prince fell on the floor, a sound of his body hitting the ground spread around the room. It was a hit he did not expected.

As he wanted to stand up, he felt a wooden sword above him.

It was Varian weapon, pointing at him.

"You lost, golden boy" He said, breathing from the excitment. He had a satisfied exprecion on his face.

It was then when Calia found them.

"Brother, Varian!" She scream, rushing to the room. She was shocked to find them there, fighting. She pushed Varian away, and as he wasn't expected that, he lost his balance and also fell on the ground, but with less damage.

"Oh, why?!" He shouted.

She was watching after her brother on the floor.

She looked at both of them, filled with anger.

"Stupid! Ahhh, boys, so stupid!" She shouted.

They both looked emberessed. She was caring for them, and now, they fought with one another.

As she slowly calmed down, she said.

"You guys are having stupid games"

They both looked at each other, and laughed, making her confused.

"Oh don't worry, we were sparring with one another. We wasn't fighting so serious" Said Varian.

"Yea, calm down sister, it was just a game"

She now felt both emberessed and furious.

"Stupid" she said.

As the moment lasted, and they both shook hands, she placed her on their shoulders.

"Renew" she casted from both hands. A ray of calming light spread around them, as they felt their hurting parts of body heal.

"Wow, thank you" Varian said, bowing a little for her.

She blushed a little, but remained calm. "It's nothing" she said.

As they sat there, a voice of older dwarf spread around.

"Look at this. Didn't i said to only use armory when i'm here lad? Now, all of ya, we need to talk" He said, with funny but treathening voice.

Both of them gulped. It will be a lot of words...

Few days later.

In the royal chameber, there were few people waiting again. First, of course. King Menethil with the family. Second was Sir Anduin Lothar, with Varian and yesterday arriving Khadgar.

Once young apprentice of Medive was now a young spirit closed inside a body of the old man. It was an aftermatch of the battle with his master, and "guardian" of Azeroth.

As the door opened, a yough mage with the royal knight entered the hall.

Now, after his delay, Ainzah showed up, finally at his home, ending his tour.

"Welcome back, son. I hope you doing well. I was scared when i heard of your accident" Said his father.

"I'm fine father. It was stressfull, but i feel better. No sights of the venom." He anwsered, then turned to the guests.

"Ainzah Menethil, first prince of Lordaeron, and a Suprime Mage of Dalaran, i welcome you, our guests. Sorry for dissapointing you with my absence, but my inicial plans were prolonged by an sudden accident. I hope you are not offended" He said.

Satoru speech practice really helped out in those situations. Effects are better and better.

They, of course, were calm and open to him.

Lothar went foward, to represent the group.

"Welcome, Prince Ainzah. My name is Sir Anduin Lothar, i am a commander of the refugees from the Kingdom of Stormwind. To my right, is a fellow you probably know of, mage Khadgar"

Khadgar bowed before the prince.

"And here is King of Azeroth, young Varian Wrynn"

King of Stormwind went foward.

"Welcome, prince Ainzah. Nice to meet you again." He stuck out his hand.

"You grew you, young one" Said Ainzah, welcoming him.

Then, he changed his face, looking at both father and Lothar.

"Now, i tried to get to know as much as possible, but i would like to talk with you privatly, mostly with you, Sir Anduin. I have to gather as much information, and then, we should plan something out of it" He stated.

Both of them agreed.

"Khadgar, i would like you to join us too. You, as a fellow mage, should talk with me about the experience with magic you got about our enemies" He added.

Khadgar noddet, going after them.

Time to prepare a strategy...

That's it for today, thank you for reading.

Took some more time, as i had to do lot of things around my life, hope you had not forgotten about me 😊

Of course, if you find some bad grammar or misspelled word, point out in a comments. I hope i didn't do much of them.

Anyway, i don't know exacly what i want to do with this series xd.

I have many ideas, but i am thinking of them.

I see two points and two options.

First, would you like for me to add more overlord characters and refrences? Like, i was thinking of an Carne in warcraft world, but i don't know if anyone would be intrested.

Of course, i will probably add all crew from Nazarik, sooner or later, but what about others? Like, Gazef of Re-Estize? Climb and Brain? Or mayby even characters like Scriptures or Dragonlords? Would like you opinion.

Of course, if added, they will be treated as OC/sore established character.

Secondly, I want to ask about direction. I want to keep some major events, like Second War, Scourge and Legion, but i don't know. I don't want to keep this fic all Warcraft, becouse what's the point of crossover then!? And i ask you, should i add more dynamic events to the story, by changing it or you want more of a strait line as it is depicted in warcraft universe? I would like also your opinion. After all, i write it for someone to read and react.

I would also like to point out, that i fould myself with one comment on this series, with a decription that i trash out the with that kind of story. And my responce it.

If you want to trash about me, please use contructive criticism or some culture, and make an account. I accept all comments with critiscism or even hate, if it is based on something/ giving some example.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

Anwsering Questions:

of Azeroth and Kingdom of Stormwind are classified as the same thing in this chapter. Stormwind controlled the land of "Azeroth" with is name used for the land below Khaz Modan. By this, both Azeroth and Stormwind in this part of fic are the same. Later, with the information about new land, it will be probably changed.