Intro: A simple and plain fanfic about World of Warcraft/Warcraft. Quite a romantic story about a brother and sister night elf. (Alas, I love the Horde, but I just couldn't help but make a story about Night Elves going against the Alliance. Read on and find out. :O) Oh, and no, there is no "action" between the two. --
Disclaimer: Ah, how every
fanfic begins. The only people I own in this chapter is Brazil
Oakwood and Keelt Oakwood, the rest is Blizzard's artwork.
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Chapter 1: Destroyed and kidnapped
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It's
been…10 years since the war began in the great world of Azeroth.
The three wars seemed as if they took forever to accomplish. There
was never peace and quiet, except for the big plunge into
darkness.
There were two factions, the dreaded monsters of the
Horde, and the organized peoples of the Alliance. They fought in a
great war…never gaining any peace or freedom from it's gasps of
suffocation.
It was the eighth year of the war when a raid of
Orcs, Trolls, and Tauren erupted the quiet, peaceful forests of
Teldrassil…
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It was late at night, as of always in
the Night Elf lands of Teldrassil, where Brazil Oakwood sat in a
giant oak tree where he'd speak with nature. But, today the trees
seem to be deathly quiet, as if they're almost crying. Twitching
his long, purple ears like a cat, he listened to all of the forest.
Everything…it seems so quiet. This frightened Brazil to death,
making him stand up from his relaxed position on the tree branch. His
leather and cloth robes clashed together as the wind blew towards
him, as if the trees were taking a deep sigh, screaming 'help us'
into his ear.
Brazil's yellow eyes glanced around as his
whitish purple hair blew back because of the gust of wind. Listening
closely, he heard loud footsteps approaching, not walking the way as
an Ancient Protector…
"Horde!" he said aloud in a shocking
voice.
Doing what his feral instincts told him, he closed his eyes
as he jumped down from the large oak. He concentrated deeply on what
he was, than in a flash, he transformed into a fast-moving
nightsaber.
His paws touched hard onto the ground, brushing
against the bushes and twigs, almost tripping over the tree's
routes.
His thoughts were
thinking rapidly, passing through his mind like a bullet.
"What
should I do?" he thought to himself, "Should I just scream
randomly 'the Horde's coming'?"
That's what it seemed
like he had to do. Rushing into Dolanaar as a cat, he transformed out
of it as quick as he went in it. He rushed to a group of Sentinels
and said in between breaths, as if he were out of breathe,
"Horde…masses of them…outside near…Darnassus."
They
seemed to be alerted. How could they have found this secretive
island? It didn't matter, they hastily reported people to rush to
Darnassus on their Nightsaber mounts to warn the capital city of the
invasion.
The people of Dolanaar were trapped, as good as gone.
Unless if they could evacuate the people in some kind of transporting
devise, but we all know that's never going to happen…
As soon
as Brazil thought that the world's going to end, the dark, deep
plunge before the attack, he saw the lining of the Horde through the
trees. Screeches from women echoed as little children's whelps for
their parents began. Chaos…the only way that he can describe
it…
But than it struck him like an arrow going through his
chest, a deep, endless pain as he remembered his sister. Suddenly, he
grew frantic.
"Keelt!" he hollered as the Horde reached the
far side of town, slaughtering any civilian in their sight. "Where
are you?"
Pushing any civilian in his path, he scurried around
town to find his sister, yelping for her to answer him. He didn't
want her to leave him…not yet. But yet, his useless reactions were
too slow, for the Horde was about 20 feet away from him. The trolls
jabbed people with their long, thick tusks, as the Tauren rampaged
over anyone with their long, sharp horns and axes. The orcs just
watched the amusing bloodshed, and murdered the people that the bulls
and trolls missed. But, there was one honorable orc that was leading
this madness, the great Blood Guard Korhog.
Brazil gave him a
sharp glare as he put his leg back behind him and squatted slightly.
He twiddled his fingers in a dazing movement. His hands shortly came
embalmed with a green light.
"Today is the day you will die,
orc!" Brazil threw the green light substance at Korhog as if it
were a baseball. He grinned slightly as he done this, the orc should
be as good as gone! But wait…the mighty orc's skin and face took
no affect, it just melted slightly. Korhog laughed at Brazil attempt
to take him down and simply puffed out his large, green muscles and
gave a deafening war cry.
The mid-aged night elf knew that he
would have to fight this monster, so he untied his large maple wood
staff from his back to fend himself from every blow that the Blood
Guard gave him. It shortly splintered after the first hit with his
axe.
Korhog snared at him as he gave his hardest try to break the
staff, and he succeeded. Giving Brazil a hard kick into his stomach
to knock him down, he swung his axe around his large, oily head to
strike at the young elf's straggly neck.
But, the untamed druid
had more tricks up his sleeve. Quickly pulling a small dagger from
his pocket, he pulled off an uppercut right into the giant orc's
brawn stomach.
Korhog wheezed a bit as rich, crimson red blood
poured from both his mouth and his wound like a fountain. Shortly
collapsing onto the Darnassian, blood poured from every place where
he had a wound.
Brazil kicked the corpse off of him and stood up
clumsily. The monsters have seemed to step back a little, speaking a
loud gibberish and insultive tone. Of course, than again, they're
probably speaking Orcish.
He panted loudly, tired out of his mind,
"What? You afraid, horde members? Come get me! Com'mon!"
It
was improper for a druid to say such, but it was his first time
killing the opposing race, and it felt good to him. Legs shaking
along with his body, he pulled his arm out and pointed to all of
them. The orcs and trolls got frustrated by his nonsense, and thought
he deserved die. So, they went on with their rampage towards him as
he finally noticed he's done something bad. Falling to his knees,
knowing what his death was going to be, he said a little prayer until
a young beautiful night elf jumped from the tree above. Her purple
hair blew back due to the harsh breezes on that muggy, bloody night.
She wielded a pitchfork since she worked with the humans in the
fields far from there.
"Keelty…" he murmured to this purple
elf as he callapsed on the wet grass, going into a deep faint.
She
gleamed down at her older brother, smirking slightly, "Shh, you
need rest, loved one."
Looking straight towards her opponent,
she went calm to totally serious in about a second. Spinning the
pitchfork over her head and around herself, she ran forward and
jagged any Horde who took her path. Blood sprayed onto her patchwork
clothing as she killed at least 4 enemies until they knocked the
weapon out of her hand and grabbed her by the hair. One who did this
was a strong, blue tainted skinned troll. Holding her up by Keelt's
scalp, he spoke aloud to the monsters. She did not understand
anything that they said, but whatever it was, she was going with
them…
How, you ask? They had an undead priest with them, hiding
in the back of the rampaging crowd. Requesting for the dead one's
aid, she gave off an upset look. She spoke in fluent gutterspeak, a
language close to common. "Me yet no tink tis good dea."
Knowing
that the orcs wouldn't listen to her, she created a portal that
would go through time and transport the raid to the capital city of
Orgrimmar.
Keelt's heart ran like a sprinting track master, what
were they going to do with her? Going to eat her? She wasn't good
to eat! Screaming in loud yelps, she said in Darnassian, "NO!
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO THIS!"
But they did, even though how
hard she squirmed, they kidnapped her.
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End of chapter
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