From the Ashes Chapter 4: Azeroth's Ragnarok

As the war of titans still continued its bloodbath, the trembling Blood Elves and Naga stared into the eyes of the two great dragons, Malygos, lord of magic, and Dragonqueen, Alexstrasza, of whom appeared upon the war in a flash of blue and red light. The size of these two made them stand out in the large cluster of battling dragons. They were about the size of Archimonde at the Battle of Mt. Hyjal when he attempted to drain the World Tree of its power. Obviously their power far exceeded that of Archimonde's, and Kael knew this to be true. If they were to join the fray, there is no telling what kind of damage would be dealt to the frozen landscape. All would be leveled, nothing but a flat and barren land. But for some strange reason, they refused to aid their brethren of the field of battle.

"What are they doing here?!" uttered a panicked Kael.

After a few minutes, Alexstrasza and Malygos turned their eyes from the battle to the vessel that held the dormant Deathwing. It was beginning to shake. Chunks of stone and dust fell from its rocky exterior. At that moment the battle stopped, all eyes now on the gigantic vessel. It continued to shake until it revealed a second layer under the first. This new layer was not made of stone. In fact, it was a dragon curled up in a ball. Then it stretched out two large wings, still dusty from the vessel that held it. The skin on the fingers of the wing were non-existent. It was all bone. The webbed skin of the wing itself was scarred and shredded as if it was cut by a million swords. Then the body of the dragon unwrapped itself. It was Deathwing alright, but he was far from what he was before his death. His skin was gone and glowing organs existed within his literally boney rib cage. Within his eyes were flames of blue fire. Its leer drove all who gazed upon it so cold that they could not help but look away from it in shivers and fright. In appearance, Deathwing had become like that of the frost wyrms of the Scourge.

Deathwing howled with great intensity. The earth beneath him shook and turned at the shock of his roar. All of the black dragons roared along with him in unison. Then again Deathwing roared, and again the black dragonflight followed his roar. By the looks of it, he was speaking to his brethren in the dragonic tongue. And after a fourth group roar the battle continued. The entire time Malygos and Alexstrasza leered at Deathwing with an undying malice. Immediately after the battle continued they both took flight with a speed in which the heavens could never compete. Their target was directly at Deathwing, and he knew it. The two encircled the Dark Leviathan and shot flames of blue and red at him. They fired and fired and fired until they backed away from the large ammount of smoke enveloping Deathwing.

The two titans awaited in desperation as to whether or not they had vanquished their foe. Their answer was given to them in the form of a purple beam that directly hit Malygos, sending him into a two second submission. The smoke immediately cleared as Deathwing gave on good flap of his large, undead wings. Deathwing then gave a charge of his own. At the same time Malygos and Alexstrasza attacked him as well, and soon they were in a fury of claws and teeth. Deathwing clawed Malygos, Malygos bit Deathwing's left hind leg, Alexstrasza clawed Deathwing's wing, and Deathwing fired a purple beam at Alexstrasza. The fury was more intense than the battle that waged below them. The numbers of both forces had dwindled and now only about fifty dragons were in a one-on-one fight with a chosen foe. Kael and his forces backed down and hid in the safe confines of a nearby cave. They feared that this battle would never end and that they would be stuck here forever.

But they were far from being right. A blast of purple light made its mark almost directly in front of the cave and a large, thunderous thud was heard from outside. Kael and a few others braved their fears and peeked outside. In the center of the battlefield they saw a seriously wounded and damaged Alezstrasza laying upon the earth. Looking up, they saw Malygos and Deathwing in a one-on-one fight to the death. But with a fast claw Deathwing took down Malygos as well. After all of that, one dragon defeated two dragons in a two-on-one melee. If Kael hadn't known any better he would have said that the two titans were weaklings.

Deathwing slowly descended near the entrance to the cave, staring down at Kael.

"Was it you?" said his cold, harsh voice. "Was it you who released me from my eternal prison?"

"Ye-yes, Deathwing." stuttered Kael. "I, Prince Kael of Quel'Thalas, have freed you from your stone prison!"

"Ah." said Deathwing. "You have done well, my dear prince. You have done what my brethren could not have done for years."

Deathwing then gave a look at his victorious followers. The look upon their faces was of clear shame and apology.

"If you do not yet know..." said Deathwing, turning his head back to Kael. "I may grant you two wishes, as long as it is within my power."

"Very well." said Kael, gathering up his courage. "I wish that the fury of the Maelstrom be swept away by your power, that the rest of my Naga warriors be free from their eternal prison!"

"Yeeeeeess." hissed Deathwing. "That, I can do. Now what is your other wish?"

"Tell me, Deathwing." said Kael. "Do you have power of death?"

"Yeeeeeess." he again hissed. "Having become undeath, I have the same necromantic power over the dead as the Lich King does."

"Then I have your second wish." continued Kael. "I wish the all the elves of Quel'Thalas be restored here in Northrend. I would also ask that they know how the Alliance has persecuted and despised us, that they may know that our fate lies within the destruction of the Alliance!"

"Both of these wishes shall be granted." said Deathwing. "Come Kael, ride upon my back. The first wish shall come to be the first granted."

And so Kael, after a few minutes of scaling Deathwing's large body, mounted upon the Dark Leviathan and thus they took off. Kael had never felt so alive. As the wind went through him, he felt so graceful, so angelic. Clouds, swerved and churned and Deathwing's wake, as if they were dancing along in a waltz of the sky. Within half an hour they were steadily reaching the Maelstrom. Its horrific form made Kael feel great fear of the sky, much different than he had felt minutes before.

The clouds of the Maelstrom were as black as night and lightning flashed every couple of seconds. Being an endless hurricane, the dark clouds swirled as if in a giant whirlpool. Kael look upon this with fear and wished he had never come aboard. Deathwing then slowed as they approached its torrential storms.

"How will this be done?" asked Kael.

"Prince Kael, you may want to hold on to something." hissed the Deathwing.

Then Deathwing went from almost zero to two hundred miles in one single moment. Diving in, Kael held on with all of his might, clinging onto a massive scale. Deathwing dove through the Maelstrom until they reached the eye. From the outside it looked terrible enough but within the eye it looked nightmare worthy. The same sinister clouds were revolving in a circle, but because it was the center of the Maelstrom it was quite enclosing. Kael felt as though the circle was growing smaller and smaller. For him, it was sort of claustrophobic.

The Dark Leviathan then bolted straight up, making Kael hold on tighter than ever. Kael used everything in his strength (and bravery) to look downward. To his unfathomable horror, the dark clouds were following them. From the walls of the eye the storm itself was rising in a funnel shape. Kael noticed how the farther up they went, the more the clouds continued to pursue them. Deathwing's speed was so unspeakably fast that he had created a wind current of his own, a current that went straight up. Soon after Deathwing made an incredibly sudden left and then stopped. The stream of clouds continued to go up. Once again using his awesome speed, Deathwing had taken himself from the current while still keeping it intact. Kael could only stare at the funnel continue to shoot straight upward into the abyss of space.

"Now, young Kael." said Deathwing. "Awaken the sleepers. Unleash the true fury that has been trapped beneath the sea for over ten thousand years!"

And so Kael climbed up to the Dark Leviathan's forehead and, with his hands lifted high, began the incantations.

"By the name of Azshara..." he began. "Como du flengen. Hazshva elanora sercuum petrilas! HAYNO AGRATSIAS!"

All was still. It seemed to Kael that the incantation may have been wrong. But his suspicions were proven false by the sudden earthquake. A giant whirlpool suddenly appeared beneath them, covering the entire sea. Kael and Deathwing looked in wonder and Kael was horrified when he saw countless (and I mean COUNTLESS) eyes looking at them, awaiting their command. Kael smirked malevolently and knew the world would know his pain.