I guess that I don't have much to say...BUT I would like to thank everyone
who is still reading my story...*silence* Anyways, thnx a lot for the
comments Talon-Druid...and a as a reply...awwwwww it's not a Mary-Sue (I like
the name though)!!! But the comments are helpful. Heh..and about that
REALLY badly written prophecy...1, I can't write prophecies because they seem
really complicated and stuff and 2, I was up at 11pm...I tried to fix it up
except I still think that it could be changed...except I don't know what
part...Okay...same review message: if you read it, review and just say whether
you liked it or not and whether you want another chapter. Last note, I do
not own Warcraft 3, Blizzard does...there...NOW presenting chapter 6!
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Firebrand and Sylvos stood outside the cave with Medivh and Sylvanas. Firebrand's wings and fangs still remained no matter how much she tried to make them go away. Sylvanas hugged her brother and gave him a small pendant.
"I am letting you two go now." Medhiv told them as he handed them a small scroll. "The seed has already been planted beside the old World Tree. The others at your base will be waiting for you to come back. Remember, it's up to you two to find the others in the prophecy. We can talk about the rest of it after you find them."
"Good luck and I will do my best to help you in anyway. Farewell to all of you." Sylvanas said as she ran off. A few crypt fiends burst out of the ground and followed closely behind her.
Sylvos turned to thank Medhiv, but the old prophet was gone. The only person left was Firebrand who set her weapons down and was impatiently removing the red ribbon that wrapped around the piece of parchment. She handed the scroll to Sylvos, as she picked up her demon blades.
"My hands are full, Sylvos. Read the scroll, the sooner the better." she ordered.
He read the words on the scroll and blue runes hovered over their heads. They disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared a short distance away from their base.
* * *
A warden and her team of watchers marched against the wind through a strong blizzard. "He has to be here somewhere...he shouldn't be too far..." she muttered to herself as she trudged through the snow. She heard a huntress call out her name from behind her.
"Mistress Shadowsong! I think that that's him!" she shouted through the raging snowstorm.
She lifted her head to barely make out a lavender-skinned body lying in the snow. As she got closer, she recognized it as a male demon hunter. "Yes, it must be him..." she confirmed as she saw his demonic features. The horns, the hooves, the wings, there was more, but that was all she needed. She knelt down amidst the dark, blood-stained snow and touched his face. "Illidan..." She was interrupted by the clashing of weapons.
"Undead attack!"
The warden called her forces closer to her and the body. They enclosed her in a circular formation as she let out a wave of knives from her cloak, which swooped over her forces and hit the enemy that was slashing and biting at her front forces. Huntresses at the front bent over from their panthers to pick up as many knives as possible that came from the warden's cloak. Without haste, she pulled out a scroll and unravelled it. She quickly recited the words as runes hovered aboved her head and they disappeared, leaving the undead rushing in to attack each other.
* * *
"Ah, welcome back, you two!" Furion greeted as he met them near the base. He had been waiting there for a short while.
Firebrand sighed, "Well, I guess that it was worth all that work for the the seed of Nordrassil."
"About that..." the druid began hesitantly. "I'm afraid that that was not the seed of Nordrassil. It was just a normal seed...we are already growing a new World Tree over at a nearby island."
Sylvos was shocked. "So we went through all that trouble and got captured by goblins as we headed up Stonetalon...to plant a normal tree?! But you said that the seed was important!"
"Of course, Sylvos, all trees are important!" he replied cleverly.
The blood mage could still remember the abnormally large grin on one of the goblin's faces as it held up the seed and scampered off. He and Firebrand chased it until they were struck by a sleep spell of some sort.
"Come now, you have much waiting for you when you get back." he told them. "Firebrand, I need to talk to you for a short while, but don't worry, you've done nothing wrong. And Sylvos, Kytalia seemed rather worried about you while you were gone."
Firebrand caught his slightly rosy cheeks, but it didn't matter to her, though it made her feel as if her stomach was twisting itself. Kytalia was just a normal sorceress, she did not need to worry about her, she could beat her arcane magic any day. It did not seem to be the source of the feeling. She shook it off and walked towards their base with Sylvos and Furion. As they neared the base, Kytalia ran up towards them...to Sylvos.
"Sylvos, ishnu-allah!" she exclaimed as she took him by the wrist and pulled him away. "Tell me where you were, I was so worried! What did you do? Were you on another adventure?"
He felt as if he were being dragged away and shot a helpless look towards the demon hunter. It did not seem to be of any effect, only making her laugh.
"Her inquisitiveness never seems to go away does it?" Furion joked.
"I guess not," she replied. She focused her thoughts away from Kytalia. "You said that you wanted to tell me something, Shan'do." she reminded him.
"Ah, yes! I apologize for sounding rude, but how did those wings end up on your back?" he questioned her as he inspected her wings.
She gently flapped her wings once and replied, "Sylvos and I were rushed with gnolls and there were just too many. There was so much anger pent up inside of me that I actually believed that I could turn into a demon. I never meant to morph...it was like something inside of me told me to. "
"Ah, I see...you know, the more powerful demon you become, the more skillful you are. I do not support it but if that is what you think is your destiny, then I will help you. We have a surprise waiting for you, I will take you there. But I will warn you, I have chosen you because you are responsible." he answered as he led her into the base.
They stopped before an alter, that was guarded by two huntresses carrying large flags that hid whatever was behind them. The huntresses stepped away revealing a body that lay on the alter. Firebrand gasped as she saw the corpse.
"Illidan Stormrage..." she thought. "He looks...just like me when I was a half- demon...except he's...dead...But didn't Medhiv say that he was alive?"
"Firebrand, we need you to clean his body, as if he was alive. You are the only one who knows of a heat spell that will not damage him, your Immolation will be able to thaw him out. You must not tell anybody what you are doing at these times and nobody will know because you are being kept behind these flags. Thank you." he told her, and he then walked away towards an ancient.
There was a noticeably large gash that ran across his chest. It did not seem deep but it seemed to have caused a large amount of blood loss. She sighed and took another glance at Illidan's body before she took out a small vial from her belt. Being a demon hunter, there would probably never be a time in battle when one would not be harmed. Carrying a small amount of well water with her at all times seemed a bit more convenient since she would not even have to bother talking to Sylvos as she got her minor wounds healed. "I'll close up this wound just in case it bleeds while I'm doing any defrosting..." Firebrand told herself. She slowly poured the contents into the wound making sure that every spot was healed.
She put away the empty vial and conjured a small green flame from both her hands. She held them up against his body and let the heat melt the snow and ice off him. She spent hours gradually thawing out the body. She noticed how Illidan's tattoos were a much deeper tone of black then hers. She had been told that her own markings were very dark, a symbol for a strong and adept demon hunter.
Firebrand stepped off the alter and decided to take a walk, just for a short break. She would continue her work the next day, for her mana was depleted. She passed a few wisps that were busily gathering lumber, nearby a few moon wells. She dipped her fingers into the well, restoring some of her energies. She kept on walking until she stopped at a calm stream. Firebrand lay down on the soft green grass which tickled her stomach. She could hear two people approaching the area and sat up calmly.
"Why don't you smile for me, Sylvos?" a girl asked, Firebrand recognized her voice as Kytalia's. "Or laugh, like whenever you are with that night elf."
"You mean Firebrand? She's young, I would be setting a bad example for her." he replied.
The sorceress brushed some of her brown hair away from her face and looked at him playfully. "Sylvos! You expect me to believe that?"
He shrugged in response. He noticed Firebrand sitting in front of a stream, she seemed to be peering into the water with her wings folded up. He greeted her with only a smile, as she turned around.
"See? I do know when people approach me." she said to him as she smirked back, barely revealing her sharp fangs.
Kytalia did not seem to like Firebrand very much, especially with her smug little grin and now, her almost vampiric teeth. "Her tattoos are just boasting her 'strength'!" she thought to herself. "Those blades she always carries are probably not as heavy as they look! Just look at her...being blind is making him pity her, she's trying to take Sylvos away from me!"
Sylvos was busy talking with Firebrand who was now standing up. "You know, Firebrand, you still owe me twenty pieces of gold from our last bet." he reminded her as he held open his hand.
She reached into a pouch that dangled from her belt but then took her empty hand out. She dashed off and hopped across the stream.
"Come back here!" Sylvos yelled as he ran after her, just as Kytalia was about to wrap her arm around his. He leapt over the stream with ease, even with his full armour on. His blood elven plates were fashioned to be protective but light, to retain the natural swiftness of the elves.
Kytalia sighed and quickly followed, she was muttering words to herself as her red and gold robes trailed behind her. She was rather embarassed looking at Sylvos, a high-borne, a Windrunner, wildly chasing after a night elf girl with wings and fangs who claimed to be a demon hunter. She stood in even greater shock as she watched him leap forward, almost like a dog, tackling Firebrand and pinning her down. Kytalia could hear their playful laughter, Sylvos and Firebrand...She shot a glare over at him, and it seemed like he saw it.
He stopped laughing, got up and straightened his cape. "Sorry, Firebrand." he told her. "You can pay me back later, I have some work to do." He headed over towards the base as Kytalia followed a short distance behind him.
Firebrand could almost believe that the sorceress had stuck her tongue out at her while she passed by. She merely snarled back in return.
Firebrand and Sylvos stood outside the cave with Medivh and Sylvanas. Firebrand's wings and fangs still remained no matter how much she tried to make them go away. Sylvanas hugged her brother and gave him a small pendant.
"I am letting you two go now." Medhiv told them as he handed them a small scroll. "The seed has already been planted beside the old World Tree. The others at your base will be waiting for you to come back. Remember, it's up to you two to find the others in the prophecy. We can talk about the rest of it after you find them."
"Good luck and I will do my best to help you in anyway. Farewell to all of you." Sylvanas said as she ran off. A few crypt fiends burst out of the ground and followed closely behind her.
Sylvos turned to thank Medhiv, but the old prophet was gone. The only person left was Firebrand who set her weapons down and was impatiently removing the red ribbon that wrapped around the piece of parchment. She handed the scroll to Sylvos, as she picked up her demon blades.
"My hands are full, Sylvos. Read the scroll, the sooner the better." she ordered.
He read the words on the scroll and blue runes hovered over their heads. They disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared a short distance away from their base.
* * *
A warden and her team of watchers marched against the wind through a strong blizzard. "He has to be here somewhere...he shouldn't be too far..." she muttered to herself as she trudged through the snow. She heard a huntress call out her name from behind her.
"Mistress Shadowsong! I think that that's him!" she shouted through the raging snowstorm.
She lifted her head to barely make out a lavender-skinned body lying in the snow. As she got closer, she recognized it as a male demon hunter. "Yes, it must be him..." she confirmed as she saw his demonic features. The horns, the hooves, the wings, there was more, but that was all she needed. She knelt down amidst the dark, blood-stained snow and touched his face. "Illidan..." She was interrupted by the clashing of weapons.
"Undead attack!"
The warden called her forces closer to her and the body. They enclosed her in a circular formation as she let out a wave of knives from her cloak, which swooped over her forces and hit the enemy that was slashing and biting at her front forces. Huntresses at the front bent over from their panthers to pick up as many knives as possible that came from the warden's cloak. Without haste, she pulled out a scroll and unravelled it. She quickly recited the words as runes hovered aboved her head and they disappeared, leaving the undead rushing in to attack each other.
* * *
"Ah, welcome back, you two!" Furion greeted as he met them near the base. He had been waiting there for a short while.
Firebrand sighed, "Well, I guess that it was worth all that work for the the seed of Nordrassil."
"About that..." the druid began hesitantly. "I'm afraid that that was not the seed of Nordrassil. It was just a normal seed...we are already growing a new World Tree over at a nearby island."
Sylvos was shocked. "So we went through all that trouble and got captured by goblins as we headed up Stonetalon...to plant a normal tree?! But you said that the seed was important!"
"Of course, Sylvos, all trees are important!" he replied cleverly.
The blood mage could still remember the abnormally large grin on one of the goblin's faces as it held up the seed and scampered off. He and Firebrand chased it until they were struck by a sleep spell of some sort.
"Come now, you have much waiting for you when you get back." he told them. "Firebrand, I need to talk to you for a short while, but don't worry, you've done nothing wrong. And Sylvos, Kytalia seemed rather worried about you while you were gone."
Firebrand caught his slightly rosy cheeks, but it didn't matter to her, though it made her feel as if her stomach was twisting itself. Kytalia was just a normal sorceress, she did not need to worry about her, she could beat her arcane magic any day. It did not seem to be the source of the feeling. She shook it off and walked towards their base with Sylvos and Furion. As they neared the base, Kytalia ran up towards them...to Sylvos.
"Sylvos, ishnu-allah!" she exclaimed as she took him by the wrist and pulled him away. "Tell me where you were, I was so worried! What did you do? Were you on another adventure?"
He felt as if he were being dragged away and shot a helpless look towards the demon hunter. It did not seem to be of any effect, only making her laugh.
"Her inquisitiveness never seems to go away does it?" Furion joked.
"I guess not," she replied. She focused her thoughts away from Kytalia. "You said that you wanted to tell me something, Shan'do." she reminded him.
"Ah, yes! I apologize for sounding rude, but how did those wings end up on your back?" he questioned her as he inspected her wings.
She gently flapped her wings once and replied, "Sylvos and I were rushed with gnolls and there were just too many. There was so much anger pent up inside of me that I actually believed that I could turn into a demon. I never meant to morph...it was like something inside of me told me to. "
"Ah, I see...you know, the more powerful demon you become, the more skillful you are. I do not support it but if that is what you think is your destiny, then I will help you. We have a surprise waiting for you, I will take you there. But I will warn you, I have chosen you because you are responsible." he answered as he led her into the base.
They stopped before an alter, that was guarded by two huntresses carrying large flags that hid whatever was behind them. The huntresses stepped away revealing a body that lay on the alter. Firebrand gasped as she saw the corpse.
"Illidan Stormrage..." she thought. "He looks...just like me when I was a half- demon...except he's...dead...But didn't Medhiv say that he was alive?"
"Firebrand, we need you to clean his body, as if he was alive. You are the only one who knows of a heat spell that will not damage him, your Immolation will be able to thaw him out. You must not tell anybody what you are doing at these times and nobody will know because you are being kept behind these flags. Thank you." he told her, and he then walked away towards an ancient.
There was a noticeably large gash that ran across his chest. It did not seem deep but it seemed to have caused a large amount of blood loss. She sighed and took another glance at Illidan's body before she took out a small vial from her belt. Being a demon hunter, there would probably never be a time in battle when one would not be harmed. Carrying a small amount of well water with her at all times seemed a bit more convenient since she would not even have to bother talking to Sylvos as she got her minor wounds healed. "I'll close up this wound just in case it bleeds while I'm doing any defrosting..." Firebrand told herself. She slowly poured the contents into the wound making sure that every spot was healed.
She put away the empty vial and conjured a small green flame from both her hands. She held them up against his body and let the heat melt the snow and ice off him. She spent hours gradually thawing out the body. She noticed how Illidan's tattoos were a much deeper tone of black then hers. She had been told that her own markings were very dark, a symbol for a strong and adept demon hunter.
Firebrand stepped off the alter and decided to take a walk, just for a short break. She would continue her work the next day, for her mana was depleted. She passed a few wisps that were busily gathering lumber, nearby a few moon wells. She dipped her fingers into the well, restoring some of her energies. She kept on walking until she stopped at a calm stream. Firebrand lay down on the soft green grass which tickled her stomach. She could hear two people approaching the area and sat up calmly.
"Why don't you smile for me, Sylvos?" a girl asked, Firebrand recognized her voice as Kytalia's. "Or laugh, like whenever you are with that night elf."
"You mean Firebrand? She's young, I would be setting a bad example for her." he replied.
The sorceress brushed some of her brown hair away from her face and looked at him playfully. "Sylvos! You expect me to believe that?"
He shrugged in response. He noticed Firebrand sitting in front of a stream, she seemed to be peering into the water with her wings folded up. He greeted her with only a smile, as she turned around.
"See? I do know when people approach me." she said to him as she smirked back, barely revealing her sharp fangs.
Kytalia did not seem to like Firebrand very much, especially with her smug little grin and now, her almost vampiric teeth. "Her tattoos are just boasting her 'strength'!" she thought to herself. "Those blades she always carries are probably not as heavy as they look! Just look at her...being blind is making him pity her, she's trying to take Sylvos away from me!"
Sylvos was busy talking with Firebrand who was now standing up. "You know, Firebrand, you still owe me twenty pieces of gold from our last bet." he reminded her as he held open his hand.
She reached into a pouch that dangled from her belt but then took her empty hand out. She dashed off and hopped across the stream.
"Come back here!" Sylvos yelled as he ran after her, just as Kytalia was about to wrap her arm around his. He leapt over the stream with ease, even with his full armour on. His blood elven plates were fashioned to be protective but light, to retain the natural swiftness of the elves.
Kytalia sighed and quickly followed, she was muttering words to herself as her red and gold robes trailed behind her. She was rather embarassed looking at Sylvos, a high-borne, a Windrunner, wildly chasing after a night elf girl with wings and fangs who claimed to be a demon hunter. She stood in even greater shock as she watched him leap forward, almost like a dog, tackling Firebrand and pinning her down. Kytalia could hear their playful laughter, Sylvos and Firebrand...She shot a glare over at him, and it seemed like he saw it.
He stopped laughing, got up and straightened his cape. "Sorry, Firebrand." he told her. "You can pay me back later, I have some work to do." He headed over towards the base as Kytalia followed a short distance behind him.
Firebrand could almost believe that the sorceress had stuck her tongue out at her while she passed by. She merely snarled back in return.