Second part of this... again, not very good, but hey. The next part will be better if I write another one because...well...because I'm getting to be a better writer^^. And because I say it will damn it! Now...excuse me, I need to go for my electroshock therapy.
As always I don't own the characters owned by others and do own the characters I created. Any kind of response would be loved. Send email to tree_huggertd@hotmail.com Thanks! Love- T-ko Rose





Silent Hellscream
Day Down
A War Craft 2 Story
Based on War Craft 2 and Beyond the Dark Portal
By T-ko Rose

To Grom Hellscream the hunt was even more glorious than the battle. He relished the feeling of his blood pounding through his veins and his muscles straining as hard as they could. He loved the adrenaline and the sweat; it was the thing that he lived for. However today it was different, he did not love the feeling as he fell on the helpless Alliance forces. He took them by surprise, and they had no time to fight back as he cut their heads from their shoulders. He raised his eyes upward and wished that he could see his love again. Then he turned towards the camp and began to plan his story.

As he walked through the arctic forest he heard the crunch of the ice beneath his feet and smiled. It was truly one of his favorite sounds next to his beloved's voice. Even the sound of battle could not compare to that. He walked through the gates of the Orcish camp and looked around at the Orcs stumbling around complaining to one another about the cold and the lack of a fire. Dawn Holders strode through the camp, their heads held high, and their backs straight. The Dawn Holders, or Ten'sab'nur, inspired fear in those who laid eyes on them, with their glowing eyes and bronze skin. He walked into the tent of the commander of the detachment of this outpost and bowed.

"My lord Guldak," He murmured.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, Grom Hellscream, what a pleasant surprise," Replied Guldak. He had gray skin and his fanged were stained red from blood. Grom looked at them with distaste. He always kept his fangs white as the blood stains disgusted him. "We were just talking about you, were we not Fen'rah?"

Fen'rah, a Ten'sab'nur captain, nodded. "Yes, It seems Venrak has not returned. He went looking for you. Did you and your Alliance friends kill him?"

Grom held up the bag of heads and dumped them onto the floor at Guldak's feet. "These are the remains of the Elves that attacked us. I have already burned the bodies of my fallen comrades."

Fen'rah's glowing eyes narrowed. "How is it that only you survived Hellscream? It seems a little convenient for my taste."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Growled Grom.

"Yes," Hissed the Dawn Holder. "I am."

Grom smiled. "Good. I challenge you to a battle. You have put dishonor on my name and I shall clean my reputation with your blood."

Fen'rah spread his legs slightly and began to rub his palm. "Your challenge is accepted Hellscream," Fen'rah threw both his hands out in front of him and a blast of sand hit Grom in the eyes. Grom rolled under the table rubbing his eyes and jumped out the other side. Fen'rah pulled out a long curved blade and swung it at Grom who dodged easily. He jumped up onto the table and leapt over Fen'rah's head. Fen'rah spun and swung but Grom dodged grabing a spear from a near by guard and stabbed Fen'rah in the side. Fen'rah staggered back in surprise and was not fast enough to avoid Grom's mace. His broken body fell to the floor with a wet thud.

"Any one else want to question my loyalty?" He asked. The others in the room backed away slightly. "I shall return to my tent," He grated as he turned and left.

He walked down the path between tents wondering what he was going to do. They would still suspect him of course, and there was little he could do. He sighed. Little did he know that his way out would come striding through his tent door.

"Grom Hellscream?" Came an Orcish voice.

"What?" He looked up to see an Orc standing in his tent door smiling at him.

"Grom we know about you and Alleria," The Orc said.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Growled Grom

"Oh come on. You and Alleria both seem to leave the camps for no reason what so ever and at the same time," The Orc held up his hands. "It is kind of obvious what is going on."

Grom stared at the orc. "You...you have spies among the humans?"

"No. Actually WE are the spies. We are working with the Alliance against the hordes," The Orc took a deep breath. "It is the Ten'sab'nur. I, and many others, don't like them. We feel that Azeroth is the only thing that can release the hordes from the grip of these beings."

Grom nodded. "So what do you want?"

"Will the War Song clan follow you?" Asked the Orc.

"I...I don't know. Maybe, but I doubt they all will. Only a few of the most loyal will for sure."

"Then lead those that will follow you against the hoard in the next battle. We will set an ambush and once we are safely behind Alliance lines we can work to get rid of the damned Dawn Holders."

Grom nodded and went into his tent.
***

"Alleria!" Khadgar strode up to his friend with a smile on his face.
"Where have you been?"

"Oh taking a walk," She lied slightly worried. Khadgar was her best friend and he knew her very well. Too well.

"Hmmmmmm," He looked at her and his eyes lit up. "You sure you were just taking a walk?" He asked. "With some handsome young elf perhaps?" He grinned.

She blushed. "Stop."

He laughed. "Okay I am sorry. But I can tell these things about you, you know."
She nodded. "I know."

"Then who was it?" He asked. She looked away. "Well if you don't want to talk about it I wont press," He said gently.

Alleria suddenly knew she couldn't keep it a secret. Not from Khadgar. "Khadgar...what I am going to tell you, you must promise to keep a secret!" She looked at her best friend with solemn eyes.

"I promise," He swore.

She sighed. "He is Grom Hellscream, leader of the Warsong clan."

Khadgar's face twisted. "Alleria... He is an Orc..."

"I know!" She sobbed. "I love him so much, but he is supposed to be my enemy."

Khadgar stood. "I hope you know what you are doing girl," He spoke coldly and left Alleria sobbing on the frozen ground.

***

"Were under attack!" Screamed the lookout just before the burning ball of pitch from the catapult smashed through the tower. Elves, Humans, and Dwarves ran around in confusion trying to defend the walls. Alleria looked out over the battlement to see which tribes were attacking. She saw Dawn Holders and a shiver ran down her spine. They were not going to get through this without injuries. She grabbed her bow and ran down the wall towards Khadgar. Khadgar raised his hands and sheets of ice fell onto one group of Orcs. They screamed and fell as the sharp fragments cut them down. Then her rangers shot those that survived that down.

She threw herself down to avoid the bolts that the Dawn Holders threw at them. She rolled and jumped up, and nearly fainted with shock. Her beloved was leading his clan against the city. She screamed and blood lust flowed through every fiber of her being. She notched an arrow and fired it straight and true, into the chest of her lover.

***
Alleria ran across the blood soaked ground looking for the body of her fallen lover. Right after she had hit him, she had seen the Orcs that he was leading turn upon their fellow Orcs. They had crushed their surprised former allies and killed dozens of Dawn Holders. Even now Khadgar and the other commanders were talking to the renegade Orcs. Only a few had lived but they had plenty of information. Alleria, however, had been consumed with the desire to find Grom at all costs. She should have trusted him but she hadn't and now he was dyeing for it or already dead. She searched frantically and at last found him. "Grom!" She threw herself down at his side.

"Alleria," He paused. He was rasping for breath. "I love you, rose of my heart."

"Well Alleria. This is interesting," She spun to see Turalyon walking towards her. "You betrayed the Alliance for an Orc?"

Grom snarled. "Leave her alone," But it sounded pitiful.

Turalyon ignored him. "Why?"

"Out of love," Was her defiant reply.

Turalyon nodded. He reached down and touched Grom white light white light flashing at his fingertips. "Alleria, take Grom, what's left of your archers, and what's left of the renegade Orcs. Go north with them, and fight the hordes."

Alleria helped Grom to his feet. Then she hugged Turalyon. "Thank you. Thank you so much," She said to him. "I will serve the alliance. Thank you for returning my lover to me."

Turalyon smiled. "Love may be the key to defeating the hordes. Go now. You are in danger here, for many don't trust Grom and the Warsong clan."

Alleria nodded, grabbed Grom's arm, and left. Turalyon watched her leave and smiled.

To be continued...