Chap 1.
It is over. , The young mage thought. The remnants of the dark warlock slowly traveled to the ground as embers off a dying flame. Their energies dissipated and the soft glows within them faded.
My troops, the valiant Night elves and Orcs, may find peace for this moment. It was a valiant effort, knowing only death and despair, coming to this point, but we must rest for now. We triumphed together, both through our enemies and our hatreds, and we stand now as equals. The Orcs, who have more than all of us, deserve peace, the night elves who accepted us, even after years of pithy scorning, and my people who have gained allies better than the ones we trusted in our homelands.
Satisfied Jaina softly threw herself onto the bloodstained ground and stared at the, now, setting sun. A smile slowly crept across her face. She then heard a loud cry coming from below. She lifted herself to hear the troops, who despite their casualties, were cheering at the recession of the undead. Slowly the young mage crawled through grass to a bluff that overlooked the lower encampment. Most of the buildings were either completely destroyed or on fire, while her men attempted to quiet the roaring blaze. With precious water in short supply the assortment of peasants, recruited farmers, and hired laborers used anything nonflammable to smother the inferno. About the camp were the corpses of warriors slain and the ground was saturated whit their crimson blood. Despite this dreary atmosphere Jaina saw but happy faces among the soldiers. The masses of injured and battle wearied warriors had high spirits, for they'd tasted the sweet ambrosia that had merely tempted their lips. The soldiered obtained...victory...
Even then one of her men rushed at her in a upbeat mood, despite his condition. As the tiny trickles of energy illuminated the sky major scratches and tears could be seen in his armor. Nothing was left of his right gauntlet and hand was caked in blooded dirt. Despite this he walked with no limp, instead strolling at an almost energetic pace. When he approached her he lifted his cracked helmet and revealed a young head of short, dark brown, wavy hair that stuck soaked, against his scalp. His soft, yet defined, features indicated that he was very young, and Jaina was surprised that he corps trained recruits his age. He took off his left gauntlet and wiped his forehead with the leather glove beneath. The messenger then addressed her.
" Mistress Jaina", he said, his voice in a very happy, yet fatigued tone, "without their master the demonic armies are falling back, and the scourge is losing on all fronts".
"Excellent", Jaina snapped into a more commanding mood. "Send a note to all fronts. Hold your positions, but don't advance until I get meet again with our allies".
"Yes, ma'am".
" Oh and Tialen". Her voice now changed to a lighter and more amused tone.
"Yes, ma'am?', He sounded both confused and flattered. Why would the high and most lovely Jaina Proudmoore know the name of a lowly messenger as himself?
" For now, take it easy. Today was a great victory. Perhaps we may celebrate soon. Oh and I can see your name written on your belt." She said while chuckling.
The messenger blushed. "Yes ma'am!"...