Author's Note:
This is a project I have been planning for some time. My Link in Azeroth crossover fic was just for fun. This is my serious work. If people don't like this one, I'm not a good writer _ Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting your reviews. Please, PLEASE review! *ahem* I truly hope you enjoy this, I don't own anything except original characters and concepts, blah blah blah. Anyway, here is the prologue. Since I plan on having the actual chapters be very long, and since I'm juggling the Link in Azeroth fic along with school, updates may take a while. I will try however to update once a week. Now, here we go.
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THE CENTURIES PASSED. WE TRIED AGAIN AND AGAIN. WE CORRUPTED THE ORCS, CREATED THE SCOURGE, AND INVADED MANY TIMES. OUR ARMIES WERE VAST AND POWERFUL. OUR MIGHT WAS UNDENIABLE. BUT WE FAILED. AGAIN AND AGAIN WE FAILED. THOSE WHO WE ONCE COUNTED AS PAWNS HAVE CLAIMED THEIR FREEDOM, AND NOW HAVE ONLY HATRED TOWARDS US. OUR NUMBERS WANE, AND OUR POWER FADES AS OUR ENEMIES GROW. THE TIME OF THE BURNING LEGION HAS PASSED, AND ALL WE HAVE WORKED TOWARDS HAS BEEN THWARTED.
AND NOW, THE ONE WE HAD ONCE THOUGHT GONE FOREVER HAS RETURNED. NO LONGER WILL HE AFFILIATE HIMSELF WITH US. NO LONGER WILL HE BE CONTENT WITH FAILURES. HE IS GROWING POWERFUL, MORE POWERFUL THAN WE COULD HOPE TO MATCH. HE STANDS NOW AS A THREAT TO NOT ONLY AZEROTH BUT TO THE BURNING LEGION ITSELF.
OUR PATHWAYS INTO AZEROTH HAVE LONG SINCE BEEN CLOSED. NONE OF ITS RACES WILL LISTEN TO US. OUR ARMIES CAN DO NOTHING BUT WATCH AS THE THREAT GROWS, GROWS UNTIL IT WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING. PERHAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME, I, KIL'JAEDEN, TASTE THE BITTERNESS OF FEAR. PERHAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME, OUR THOUGHTS ARE NOT BENT ON CONQUEST.
PERHAPS OUR END HAS COME AT LAST. THAT IS A POSSIBILITY I CANNOT AFFORD TO IGNORE. BUT WE WILL NOT GO DOWN HELPLESSLY, FOR WE STILL HAVE ONE HOPE LEFT. A DESPERATE HOPE PERHAPS, BUT OUR ONLY ONE...
FOR I AND THE OTHER REMAINING DEMONLORDS HAVE POOLED OUR POWER TOGETHER. IN THE CHAOS OF THE TWISTING NETHER THIS LAST HOPE WAS FORGED. IF HE FAILS, THEN NOTHING STANDS BETWEEN US AND THE WRATH OF THE FALLEN ONE. IF HE FAILS, THEN AZEROTH ALONG WITH ALL OTHER WORLDS, WILL FALL. WE DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG HE HAS, BUT WE KNOW THAT HE CANNOT FAIL. NEVER BEFORE HAS OUR VERY EXISTANCE BEEN THREATENED. NEVER HAVE THE STAKES BEEN HIGHER.
GO NOW, OUR SON. GO FORTH, PRINCE OF THE BURNING LEGION. IT IS A GREAT BURDEN THAT YOU BEAR, FOR ON YOUR SHOULDERS REST THE FATES OF US ALL.
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A bright streak of light cut through the night skies above Azeroth, only to vanish moments later over the horizon. Below, the human village paid little heed. A few children pointed up at the shooting star in delight, and a few adults marveled at their youth, for all wonder in such things had since faded from their hearts. Indeed, it had been a long time since any of them had gazed up at the heavens.
The only thing left in their hearts was dread. None of the humans gave the star a second thought, as fear of the scourge sickened their minds more than any plague of undead design could. Such was the power of the scourge; to win their battles before they are fought. There were only few warriors in the village, and one aged priest. Most of them were bent over with apprehension, and none of them were fit to fight.
Had there been mages in their midst however, they would have realized the nature of the star. Their hearts and minds perhaps, might have cleared, if not lightened. They would perhaps have realized that the world had come to a turning point, for the Burning Legion would now be fighting to save Azeroth rather than conquer it. But none of them did, and none of them witnessed the shooting star crash into the surrounding forests. And so, for perhaps the last time, the sky rained fire, though only a single drop. But with this tear of the legion came the champion of the world, and the only defender of all of Azeroth.
This is a project I have been planning for some time. My Link in Azeroth crossover fic was just for fun. This is my serious work. If people don't like this one, I'm not a good writer _ Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting your reviews. Please, PLEASE review! *ahem* I truly hope you enjoy this, I don't own anything except original characters and concepts, blah blah blah. Anyway, here is the prologue. Since I plan on having the actual chapters be very long, and since I'm juggling the Link in Azeroth fic along with school, updates may take a while. I will try however to update once a week. Now, here we go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE CENTURIES PASSED. WE TRIED AGAIN AND AGAIN. WE CORRUPTED THE ORCS, CREATED THE SCOURGE, AND INVADED MANY TIMES. OUR ARMIES WERE VAST AND POWERFUL. OUR MIGHT WAS UNDENIABLE. BUT WE FAILED. AGAIN AND AGAIN WE FAILED. THOSE WHO WE ONCE COUNTED AS PAWNS HAVE CLAIMED THEIR FREEDOM, AND NOW HAVE ONLY HATRED TOWARDS US. OUR NUMBERS WANE, AND OUR POWER FADES AS OUR ENEMIES GROW. THE TIME OF THE BURNING LEGION HAS PASSED, AND ALL WE HAVE WORKED TOWARDS HAS BEEN THWARTED.
AND NOW, THE ONE WE HAD ONCE THOUGHT GONE FOREVER HAS RETURNED. NO LONGER WILL HE AFFILIATE HIMSELF WITH US. NO LONGER WILL HE BE CONTENT WITH FAILURES. HE IS GROWING POWERFUL, MORE POWERFUL THAN WE COULD HOPE TO MATCH. HE STANDS NOW AS A THREAT TO NOT ONLY AZEROTH BUT TO THE BURNING LEGION ITSELF.
OUR PATHWAYS INTO AZEROTH HAVE LONG SINCE BEEN CLOSED. NONE OF ITS RACES WILL LISTEN TO US. OUR ARMIES CAN DO NOTHING BUT WATCH AS THE THREAT GROWS, GROWS UNTIL IT WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING. PERHAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME, I, KIL'JAEDEN, TASTE THE BITTERNESS OF FEAR. PERHAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME, OUR THOUGHTS ARE NOT BENT ON CONQUEST.
PERHAPS OUR END HAS COME AT LAST. THAT IS A POSSIBILITY I CANNOT AFFORD TO IGNORE. BUT WE WILL NOT GO DOWN HELPLESSLY, FOR WE STILL HAVE ONE HOPE LEFT. A DESPERATE HOPE PERHAPS, BUT OUR ONLY ONE...
FOR I AND THE OTHER REMAINING DEMONLORDS HAVE POOLED OUR POWER TOGETHER. IN THE CHAOS OF THE TWISTING NETHER THIS LAST HOPE WAS FORGED. IF HE FAILS, THEN NOTHING STANDS BETWEEN US AND THE WRATH OF THE FALLEN ONE. IF HE FAILS, THEN AZEROTH ALONG WITH ALL OTHER WORLDS, WILL FALL. WE DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG HE HAS, BUT WE KNOW THAT HE CANNOT FAIL. NEVER BEFORE HAS OUR VERY EXISTANCE BEEN THREATENED. NEVER HAVE THE STAKES BEEN HIGHER.
GO NOW, OUR SON. GO FORTH, PRINCE OF THE BURNING LEGION. IT IS A GREAT BURDEN THAT YOU BEAR, FOR ON YOUR SHOULDERS REST THE FATES OF US ALL.
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A bright streak of light cut through the night skies above Azeroth, only to vanish moments later over the horizon. Below, the human village paid little heed. A few children pointed up at the shooting star in delight, and a few adults marveled at their youth, for all wonder in such things had since faded from their hearts. Indeed, it had been a long time since any of them had gazed up at the heavens.
The only thing left in their hearts was dread. None of the humans gave the star a second thought, as fear of the scourge sickened their minds more than any plague of undead design could. Such was the power of the scourge; to win their battles before they are fought. There were only few warriors in the village, and one aged priest. Most of them were bent over with apprehension, and none of them were fit to fight.
Had there been mages in their midst however, they would have realized the nature of the star. Their hearts and minds perhaps, might have cleared, if not lightened. They would perhaps have realized that the world had come to a turning point, for the Burning Legion would now be fighting to save Azeroth rather than conquer it. But none of them did, and none of them witnessed the shooting star crash into the surrounding forests. And so, for perhaps the last time, the sky rained fire, though only a single drop. But with this tear of the legion came the champion of the world, and the only defender of all of Azeroth.