Here it is, the third chapter! This turned out a little shorter than the previous ones... Well, too bad. I don't know how long will the whole thing be, but I don't count for more than six chapters. My mind wouldn't think of that much stupidities... I'm wondering where I get all those ideas anyway...
Oh, and about those mistakes I make (special thanks to DemonGod86 for the review ^^), I sometimes write tired, type too fast or just am not sure how to write a word... But when I find a mistake, I always upload the chapter again to fix it. So I guess you'll just have to forgive me... I'm trying!
One more thing, about what Tola was complaining in the reviews. One - I accepted the version that Arthas and Ner'zhul didn't create a new being, but that Arthas absorbed Lich King's powers, remaining himself. Therefore Anub'arak and Kel'Thuzad address him the way they did previously. OK, they couldn't have known, but in any case, that's how I made it. Sorry Tola, if my version is different than yours, but that's what fanfictions are for...
'What in Azeroth...?' Sylvos breathed holding a table over his head to prevent being hit by a falling spellbreaker. I always thought their armours are too heavy, he told himself. They can kill someone by just sitting on them. When we get back I must ask prince Kael to-
'EEEEEKKK!!!'
The squeal was given by a sorceress that dared to peek through the window. She could see giant, furry and especially pink legs. And there were more shouts coming from above.
The Big Hairy Thing stopped, causing the quake to ease as well. Sylvos and his troops rushed outside to see the monster in it's true shape.
'I knew I know the voice...' the Blood Mage breathed.
All the elves gazed high up, narrowing their eyes in the blinding light, and noticed a grey and brown shape. It was very movable, struggling in the monster's palm, and yelled in a very high-pitched voice. Sylvos' jaw fell open, when he saw her.
'By the Light...' he whipered. 'Quickly, get her down!!!'
His troops, though confused, instantly obeyed the order. The Big Hairy Thing was attacked by various spells and blows. Of course turning it into a sheep seemed ridiculous, but anything else didn't help either. Flame Strikes strenghten by Banish and even Inner Fire, arrows aimed straight at the head... Absolutely nothing.
Finally, after about half an hour of fruitless attacking, the pink creation noticed those at it's feet. It smiled widely with quite an infant expression, exposing rows of giant yellow teeth. It made a soft mew and bent over the Blood Elves.
'Heavens...' Sylvos shiverred. 'What is this...?'
The creature mewed once again and licked Sylvos with it's long and hard tongue, twice from feet to the head. The elves held their laughter, while the Blood Mage was standing all wet and sticky before the rising Thing.
Unfortuneatly for him, he didn't even have time to curse, for in a moment he was hit on the head by a falling Sylvanas. The ground shook once again, as the Big Hairy Thing departed.
The elves were still fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
'Ouch, my as...' Sylvanas hissed through clenched teeth.
'Yow awss?' asked a muffled voice from under her.
She jumped and gazed at what was laying in the place, where she was massaging her buttocks just a minute go. She opened her eyes wide, seeing the elf rub his neck and spit dust out of his mouth.
'Sylvos...?' she breathed.
'Hey... cough... Sylvanas, long... cough... time no see...'
He then straightened up and surveyed the girl closely. She stood still, knowing what might be next. Though her grey face and red eyes remained expressionless.
The Blood Mage stopped his eyes on the face and whispered: 'Undead...?'
'Yep.' the Ranger answered flatly. 'Not that I enjoy it, brother, but shit happens.'
Sylvos nodded, feeling his eyes water with tears. He embraced his sister tightly.
'Ekhem.' the goblin interrupted. 'Am I going to get my gold?'
***
'King Arthas,' a necromancer bowed 'a gargoyle just arrived with a letter.'
'Read it.' the knight answered gazing at the horizon. He seemed to be too depply in thought to do anything. Even read a short letter.
'My King,' the mage began 'I wish to give you news from Lordaeron. My troops are now prepared and I plan to storm the Capitol City by nightfall. From what I understand, the rebels won't have a big chance. It's because a strange creature is heading their way. You may not believe this description, my Lord, but the best word for this monster is "pink". And has enormous sizes of everything. We met it on our way, but fortuneatly we lost only three meat wagons. I now hope for it to shatter the rebel for us. And I do hope that you will receive this letter as soon as possible, my King. I should be waiting for you in the Capitol. Your servant, Kel'Thuzad.'
Arthas was listening closely, motionless, his face wearing no expression. He sighed deeply and turned to the necromancer.
'So that monster has reached Lordaeron.' he said flatly.
'It appears so, my King.' the mage agreed.
'I only wish to know what is it up to...' another sigh. 'Feed the gargoyle, I want it to take my answer to Kel'Thuzad.'
Both necromancer and gargoyle bowed and left their master alone on the deck. The cold air was running through his long hair, spreading them in every direction. The knight gazed far behind, to where he left Anub'arak in Northrend, and then to the opposite direction, to where Kel'Thuzad awaits.
What is this monster?, he thought. Does it even think? If yes, what does it intend to do...?
***
'Thanks for the loan.'
'You'll pay me back later.'
Sylvos and Sylvanas both stood on one Zeppelin, while the troops were squeezed in another one. The goblin pilots were laughing insanely once in a while, when the engines gave odd sounds, but fortuneatly all the pieces were in their places.
'What did you say you wanted to do?' asked the Ranger.
'Get to Ashenvale.'
'Aah, I see... anyone special there?'
Sylvos sweatdropped. 'Yes, our leader.'
The girl grinned. 'Won't he mind accepting me as an ally?'
There was a moment's silence, in which the mage was thinking deeply. He spoke, still in thought:
'Well, we do have common enemies... Plus prince Kael knows you well... There is a chance...'
'Don't forget about one thing.'
'What?'
'The Big Hairy Thing.'
The goblin laughed, bringing them both icy chills.
'What about it?'
'Are you stupid, brother? We must stop it! You've seen what's happened!'
Sylvos waved his hand dismissively. 'Alright already, we can discuss it with the rest, when we get there.'
'So I want to take my Forsaken with me.'
The mage blinked.
'There is not much of us, we'll fit on that Zeppelin.'
Sylvos nodded, completely defeated. A peaceful hour passed without a word, but Sylvanas is of course a woman and she won't stand not talking for too long.
'What were you doing in Khaz Modan, anyway?'
'A tornado.'
'From Kalimdor?'
'Through Lordaeron.'
'Oh, my.'
'Yep.'
Thus they were closing up to the Capitol of the Kingdom of the Scourge, ready to pick up the Forsaken and fly away as fast as they can towards the green sights of Ashenvale.
Only poor Sylvos had no idea that one of his new allies is a dreadlord...
They couldn't wake him up for half the way to Kalimdor.
***
'I told you to watch your back.' Kel'Thuzad said.
'Shut up.' Maiev replied sharply, trying to dry her cape.
'Lakes don't change their positions too often, you know.'
The elf, still wet, despite what she did, turned to him with a furious face.
'Do what you will, Lich!' she shouted. Kel'Thuzad didn't even blink. 'I've got my own matters to take care of!'
'I already told you, Illidan is dead. If you don't believe me, go ask King Arthas yourself!'
Maiev groaned and departed heavens know where to, not saying a word.
'Ellenta ne've.' the Lich added for goodbye. Despite everything, he didn't swear.
The Warden kept on walking. Forget Illidan, she told herslef, he's history. Focus on the present. That thing, whatever it was, that crushed me must be stopped! Plus I must tell Shan'do about his brother.
The thoughts absorbed her so much she didn't watch her step, so she stumbled and fell into an icy and most of all stinky stream of something green.
***
Finally the heroes of Azeroth had focused their attention on the Big Hairy Thing. What will they do to stop it? Whill they make it? Will it end this war?
And as we sit here peacefully, new thoughts appear in the creature's mind. What will be it's next move? Are we safe...?
END OF CHAPTER THREE
Kil'jaeden: WAIT JUST A DARN MINUTE!!!
Me: ?
Kil'jaeden: What the hell didn't I get a role in this fic?
Me: Should you?
Kil'jaeden: Yes, I should! I'm hunting Illidan!!!
Me: Alright, I'll get ya something... Crybaby...
Oh, and about those mistakes I make (special thanks to DemonGod86 for the review ^^), I sometimes write tired, type too fast or just am not sure how to write a word... But when I find a mistake, I always upload the chapter again to fix it. So I guess you'll just have to forgive me... I'm trying!
One more thing, about what Tola was complaining in the reviews. One - I accepted the version that Arthas and Ner'zhul didn't create a new being, but that Arthas absorbed Lich King's powers, remaining himself. Therefore Anub'arak and Kel'Thuzad address him the way they did previously. OK, they couldn't have known, but in any case, that's how I made it. Sorry Tola, if my version is different than yours, but that's what fanfictions are for...
'What in Azeroth...?' Sylvos breathed holding a table over his head to prevent being hit by a falling spellbreaker. I always thought their armours are too heavy, he told himself. They can kill someone by just sitting on them. When we get back I must ask prince Kael to-
'EEEEEKKK!!!'
The squeal was given by a sorceress that dared to peek through the window. She could see giant, furry and especially pink legs. And there were more shouts coming from above.
The Big Hairy Thing stopped, causing the quake to ease as well. Sylvos and his troops rushed outside to see the monster in it's true shape.
'I knew I know the voice...' the Blood Mage breathed.
All the elves gazed high up, narrowing their eyes in the blinding light, and noticed a grey and brown shape. It was very movable, struggling in the monster's palm, and yelled in a very high-pitched voice. Sylvos' jaw fell open, when he saw her.
'By the Light...' he whipered. 'Quickly, get her down!!!'
His troops, though confused, instantly obeyed the order. The Big Hairy Thing was attacked by various spells and blows. Of course turning it into a sheep seemed ridiculous, but anything else didn't help either. Flame Strikes strenghten by Banish and even Inner Fire, arrows aimed straight at the head... Absolutely nothing.
Finally, after about half an hour of fruitless attacking, the pink creation noticed those at it's feet. It smiled widely with quite an infant expression, exposing rows of giant yellow teeth. It made a soft mew and bent over the Blood Elves.
'Heavens...' Sylvos shiverred. 'What is this...?'
The creature mewed once again and licked Sylvos with it's long and hard tongue, twice from feet to the head. The elves held their laughter, while the Blood Mage was standing all wet and sticky before the rising Thing.
Unfortuneatly for him, he didn't even have time to curse, for in a moment he was hit on the head by a falling Sylvanas. The ground shook once again, as the Big Hairy Thing departed.
The elves were still fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
'Ouch, my as...' Sylvanas hissed through clenched teeth.
'Yow awss?' asked a muffled voice from under her.
She jumped and gazed at what was laying in the place, where she was massaging her buttocks just a minute go. She opened her eyes wide, seeing the elf rub his neck and spit dust out of his mouth.
'Sylvos...?' she breathed.
'Hey... cough... Sylvanas, long... cough... time no see...'
He then straightened up and surveyed the girl closely. She stood still, knowing what might be next. Though her grey face and red eyes remained expressionless.
The Blood Mage stopped his eyes on the face and whispered: 'Undead...?'
'Yep.' the Ranger answered flatly. 'Not that I enjoy it, brother, but shit happens.'
Sylvos nodded, feeling his eyes water with tears. He embraced his sister tightly.
'Ekhem.' the goblin interrupted. 'Am I going to get my gold?'
'King Arthas,' a necromancer bowed 'a gargoyle just arrived with a letter.'
'Read it.' the knight answered gazing at the horizon. He seemed to be too depply in thought to do anything. Even read a short letter.
'My King,' the mage began 'I wish to give you news from Lordaeron. My troops are now prepared and I plan to storm the Capitol City by nightfall. From what I understand, the rebels won't have a big chance. It's because a strange creature is heading their way. You may not believe this description, my Lord, but the best word for this monster is "pink". And has enormous sizes of everything. We met it on our way, but fortuneatly we lost only three meat wagons. I now hope for it to shatter the rebel for us. And I do hope that you will receive this letter as soon as possible, my King. I should be waiting for you in the Capitol. Your servant, Kel'Thuzad.'
Arthas was listening closely, motionless, his face wearing no expression. He sighed deeply and turned to the necromancer.
'So that monster has reached Lordaeron.' he said flatly.
'It appears so, my King.' the mage agreed.
'I only wish to know what is it up to...' another sigh. 'Feed the gargoyle, I want it to take my answer to Kel'Thuzad.'
Both necromancer and gargoyle bowed and left their master alone on the deck. The cold air was running through his long hair, spreading them in every direction. The knight gazed far behind, to where he left Anub'arak in Northrend, and then to the opposite direction, to where Kel'Thuzad awaits.
What is this monster?, he thought. Does it even think? If yes, what does it intend to do...?
'Thanks for the loan.'
'You'll pay me back later.'
Sylvos and Sylvanas both stood on one Zeppelin, while the troops were squeezed in another one. The goblin pilots were laughing insanely once in a while, when the engines gave odd sounds, but fortuneatly all the pieces were in their places.
'What did you say you wanted to do?' asked the Ranger.
'Get to Ashenvale.'
'Aah, I see... anyone special there?'
Sylvos sweatdropped. 'Yes, our leader.'
The girl grinned. 'Won't he mind accepting me as an ally?'
There was a moment's silence, in which the mage was thinking deeply. He spoke, still in thought:
'Well, we do have common enemies... Plus prince Kael knows you well... There is a chance...'
'Don't forget about one thing.'
'What?'
'The Big Hairy Thing.'
The goblin laughed, bringing them both icy chills.
'What about it?'
'Are you stupid, brother? We must stop it! You've seen what's happened!'
Sylvos waved his hand dismissively. 'Alright already, we can discuss it with the rest, when we get there.'
'So I want to take my Forsaken with me.'
The mage blinked.
'There is not much of us, we'll fit on that Zeppelin.'
Sylvos nodded, completely defeated. A peaceful hour passed without a word, but Sylvanas is of course a woman and she won't stand not talking for too long.
'What were you doing in Khaz Modan, anyway?'
'A tornado.'
'From Kalimdor?'
'Through Lordaeron.'
'Oh, my.'
'Yep.'
Thus they were closing up to the Capitol of the Kingdom of the Scourge, ready to pick up the Forsaken and fly away as fast as they can towards the green sights of Ashenvale.
Only poor Sylvos had no idea that one of his new allies is a dreadlord...
They couldn't wake him up for half the way to Kalimdor.
'I told you to watch your back.' Kel'Thuzad said.
'Shut up.' Maiev replied sharply, trying to dry her cape.
'Lakes don't change their positions too often, you know.'
The elf, still wet, despite what she did, turned to him with a furious face.
'Do what you will, Lich!' she shouted. Kel'Thuzad didn't even blink. 'I've got my own matters to take care of!'
'I already told you, Illidan is dead. If you don't believe me, go ask King Arthas yourself!'
Maiev groaned and departed heavens know where to, not saying a word.
'Ellenta ne've.' the Lich added for goodbye. Despite everything, he didn't swear.
The Warden kept on walking. Forget Illidan, she told herslef, he's history. Focus on the present. That thing, whatever it was, that crushed me must be stopped! Plus I must tell Shan'do about his brother.
The thoughts absorbed her so much she didn't watch her step, so she stumbled and fell into an icy and most of all stinky stream of something green.
Finally the heroes of Azeroth had focused their attention on the Big Hairy Thing. What will they do to stop it? Whill they make it? Will it end this war?
And as we sit here peacefully, new thoughts appear in the creature's mind. What will be it's next move? Are we safe...?
Kil'jaeden: WAIT JUST A DARN MINUTE!!!
Me: ?
Kil'jaeden: What the hell didn't I get a role in this fic?
Me: Should you?
Kil'jaeden: Yes, I should! I'm hunting Illidan!!!
Me: Alright, I'll get ya something... Crybaby...