Green Elves of Kalimdor
In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful
Chapter 1: Mission of a Star Savior
Walking through Kalimdor to the south was more exhausting than kestian Lord Spenian thought. He was quickly tiring out. The beating heat was merciless on him. Although the green fur kept him warm in coldness, even in severe and extreme low temperatures, heat of the barrens was too much for him. He struggled to keep his feet moving on. They did, but eventually they failed him and he fell flat onto his stomach, panting. From the sheer exhaustion, Lord Spenian dozed off to sleep.
Moments later, two huge dragons appeared. One was Nozdormu the timeless; the other was Neltharion the Earth-Warder. Both were over Lord Spenian, covering him from the beating light of day.
"He is close to death." Nozdormu whispered.
Though the two whispered, they sounded as if they were yelling.
"What are we to do about it? Kestians aren't creatures of this world." Neltharion replied.
"Though they aren't, they are powerful beings from some other dimension." Nozdormu retorted.
"Life isn't part of what we do. That's Alexstrasza's job." Neltharion reminded.
"And look what happened to her." Nozdormu argued.
Neltharion sighed, "... It's a shame really." He whispered his voice lower.
"I think it's time though." Nozdormu decided.
"Time for what?" Neltharion asked.
"For them to interact with this world and all its specie. Kestians alone are like a thousand times more powerful than all sorts of elves combined, with humans and orcs also combined." Nozdormu stated.
"If not more." Neltharion whispered.
"His people can take care of him, but which city to take him to? His specie is underwater." Nozdormu sighed.
"There is still Liculf. From there he could go underwater to his people." Neltharion reminded.
Nozdormu blinked, "How do you know where Liculf is? It's too secretive and protected somehow."
"I've been there. All that it is, is that it's forgotten. Kestian specie can launch their campaign from there to Kalimdor and the other continents." Neltharion stated.
"Do you have an idea of how much the populace is?" Nozdormu asked.
"Over 15 trillion." Neltharion replied.
Nozdormu gasped, "That much!" He exclaimed.
Neltharion nodded, "Some are as old as us. Kestians came to this world right after the titans left." He explained.
"Wow!" Nozdormu stated.
"They know all about the burning legion and Sargeras, but didn't bother themselves with interfering." Neltharion commented.
"Why?" Nozdormu asked.
"Even though they can control their powers, their powers are stronger than nature itself. They can easily wipe out the Burning Legion and any demons." Neltharion replied.
"Their power is stronger than nature itself? How is that possible?" Nozdormu asked.
Neltharion shook his head, "I don't know. Some divine power I presume." He suggested.
"No wonder they have most of their entire specie underwater! Liculf is like a surfaced outpost." Nozdormu snorted.
"I'll take this kestian to Liculf then. If he awakes on my back, I'll explain his mission for him." Neltharion decided.
"For future Kestian interaction?" Nozdormu asked.
Neltharion nodded, "Yes." He replied.
"I'll be back in the Mythic Great Palace." Nozdormu decided.
"See you there." Neltharion nodded.
Nozdormu nodded and flew away, out of sight. Neltharion gently hovered down just over Lord Spenian. Using his wing, Neltharion grabbed onto Lord Spenian and flicked him into the air. Neltharion made sure that Lord Spenian landed safely on his back, and Lord Spenian did. Neltharion flew off into the horizon.
In an island close to Kalimdor, to the southeast, the surviving High Elves from Quel'Thalas had called it their home. They all lived in the only city and harbor in the entire island, naming it Felocity. The island itself, the High Elves named Elegance. Remarkably, the High Elves took Sylvanas Windrunner as their leader and queen. She was though still an undead dark ranger.
She left Lordaeron with some of resisting pockets, leaving The Forsaken in charge of her elf ranger and younger sister: Sarnie Windrunner. Sarnie was never undead, but she was capable of leading the Forsaken, whom now have rebuilt Silvermoon, naming it New Silvermoon. Some high elf resistance pockets were with them and The Forsaken left the lands of Lordaeron, to Quel'Thalas.
It surprised Sylvanas that the High Elves took her as a leader, especially after the fall of Silvermoon and the corruption of the Sunwell. She witnessed it fall, but wasn't part of the conquering army of undead. That held some honor left in the surviving High Elf people, taking Sylvanas as their leader and queen. Sylvanas sighed, missing her life as an elven ranger and a High Elf. She appreciated her people for their acceptance of her.
Her mind slowly shifted to the destruction of her base, and the Death Knight turning her from high elf ranger to undead dark ranger. She hissed, overlooking the proud high elf city of Felocity.
"Damn you Arthas!" Sylvanas whispered.
A high elven male burst into the throne room. Sylvanas swiftly turned around. It chilled the high elf to see his queen as part of the undead, but he respected her for not joining in the fall of Silvermoon.
"What is it?" Sylvanas asked.
"My queen, Archimonde has been defeated. The Dragon Hawk Rider scouts have just arrived and reported. The Night Elves; humans, and orcs are allied together, all on the continent of Kalimdor." The high elf announced.
"The burning legion has been defeated once more then. Great. How long as it been since Archimonde has been defeated?" Sylvanas asked.
The high elf sighed, "Five months." He replied.
"Why haven't the scouts returned earlier? Did they give any excuse?" Sylvanas asked.
The high elf nodded, "They had to keep clear from Gryphon Riders; Wyverns, and Hippogryph Riders. Though there is some mystery to their story." He muttered.
Sylvanas blinked, "What is this mystery?" She asked.
"One of the Dragon Hawk Rider scouts noticed a strange looking creature walking through the Barrens to the southwest. He followed him until he fainted from the heat. What's even stranger is that the Dragon Hawk Rider saw two of the great dragons, Nozdormu and Neltharion. Their talk was clear to the Dragon Hawk Rider. From his report, it seems that there is totally some new specie in hiding. My queen, we need to send a few Dragon Hawk Riders to investigate the far southwest, to find a secret forgotten island." The high elf requested.
"Tell me more about this specie." Sylvanas requested.
"The two great dragons mentioned that the new specie is named Kestian and that they have powers many times stronger than night elves or any other specie in this world. They mentioned that Kestians had some divine power, stronger than nature itself." The high elf reported.
"How does this specie look like?" Sylvanas asked.
"From what the Dragon Hawk Rider reported, he had green fur all over his body and had a snout like a wolf and tail, with a scythe at the tip." The high elf replied.
"Very well. Have Princess Sadenre take my place on the throne. I shall leave to find this secret forgotten island with a few Dragon Hawk Rider scouts." Sylvanas decided.
"My queen..." The high elf started.
"Was there anything else that the Dragon Hawk Rider reported? Besides, I would want him to be part of the escort." Sylvanas decided.
"The secret forgotten island has a kestian city in it named Liculf or something. The great dragon Neltharion is the one giving the kestian a ride back to his people." The high elf explained.
"What was the Dragon Hawk Rider's name? The one who was cunningly pursuing the kestian?" Sylvanas asked.
"The leader of the Dragon Hawk Riders himself, Sarion Stormthunder." The high elf replied.
"No wonder. He's excellent in scouting and reporting." Sylvanas whispered.
"What's that your highness?" The high elf asked.
Sylvanas shook her head, "Um. Nothing. Tell Sarion to prepare to leave with a few of his Dragon Hawk Rider Riders and tell Princess Sadenre to prepare herself to be on the throne temporarily until I return. Hopefully I'll return as a high elf ranger. Dismissed." Sylvanas allowed.
The high elf nodded and left to follow his orders. The thought of seeing Sylvanas as a high elf ranger once again, was thrilling. The high elf made haste in giving the orders out. Less than ten minutes, Princess Sadenre was ready to 'rent' the throne and Sarion was mounted on his Dragon Hawk Rider with another two Dragon Hawk Riders, waiting for Sylvanas. A few moments later and Queen Sylvanas appeared.
She joined Sarion on his Dragon Hawk. He took the lead and hoped that they could catch up with Neltharion, before he reached the secret city of Liculf.
Neltharion was close to Liculf. He could see it from where he was. Lord Glide Spenian was already awake. Lord Spenian explained to Neltharion some things; like that he was a strong Star Savior hero. Through that, Neltharion understood that Star Saviors had horns like male goats around their foreheads and green grass armor, around his chest and shoulders and part of his back. It ended up on his shoulders with feather like screws spiraling skywards, passing the Star Savior's head.
It was some kind of flying armor, but it needed energy to maneuver in the air. Now Glide did have it. Behind Neltharion by a few miles, but out of sight, were Sarion Stormthunder and the two Dragon Hawk Riders, pursuing.
"You can leave me and turn back to Mythic Great Palace. Once again thanks from taking me out of Kalimdor." Glide thanked.
"Don't mention it. Just remember what you have to do." Neltharion reminded.
"I will and I'll get to it instantly once I'm on Liculf. Fate might intervene though and I'll need to delay it for more urgent matters." Glide spoke.
Neltharion nodded, "Just as you do your mission." He agreed.
Glide nodded and gently patted Neltharion's neck. Without warning, Glide jumped off of Neltharion and seemed to soar in midair towards Liculf. Neltharion smiled and shifted his direction, heading towards Mythic Great Palace. Sarion noticed Neltharion change his direction. He glanced downwards, instantly knowing that Sylvanas noticed as well, but didn't change her direction.
Liculf was quiet admirable. The hidden city was under a jungle canopy, with high waterfalls around it in a circle. All around the island, the peaks brought down the water, down to the circular natural water moat. The peaks turned into steep cliffs, impossible to climb and fatal to jump off from, falling down into the ocean. Liculf had green shining emerald buildings in different sizes and shapes, different from any other culture, painstakingly carved by muzon.
As for kestian height, they were as the same height as humans. Glide landed softly in the city's circle. In the center of the city's circle was a high floating loudspeaker, the ones that police use to increase the volume of your voice. Glide smiled, feeling right at home. Kestian female muzon and male muzon were walking around doing daily routines. Glide noticed a few kestian children. What caught his attention though was a confused child, stopping in front of him.
"Excuse me sir, but can you help me?" He asked.
Glide knelt down, noticing that the child wasn't kestian, but night elf with his pale skin and long ears.
"What's your name?" Glide asked.
"Srecloud. I don't know my surname. All I know is that I'm a night elf and my name is Srecloud. Can you help me in anyway sir?" Srecloud asked.
Glide glanced closely up and down Srecloud, noticing druid clothes. Glide could sense Srecloud's magic abilities, even in shadowmelding. He noticed Srecloud's young short horns, those of which are from a Keeper of the Grove.
'A hybrid between a druid and a sentinel.' Glide thought, but realized something and gasped.
'Could it be?' He thought.
"Sir?" Srecloud asked.
Glide shook his head, standing up. He smiled.
"Yes. I can help you. I'll try my best." He replied.
Srecloud smiled, "Thank you." He thanked.
Glide nodded, 'It seems he has some sort of memory loss, or better called by the atomists Amnesia. I wonder if it's temporary or permanent. Fatefully temporarily I ask.' He thought.
"Lord Glide Spenian! Glad to see you came back!" A voice exclaimed.
Glide recognized the voice. He turned around to be met by another kestian hero, a Twinkle Flasher named Grimoire the Modest. Glide turned back to Srecloud.
"... Srecloud, don't go away. I'll need to discuss something with this friend of mine." Glide requested.
"I'll stay right here Lord Spenian." Srecloud nodded.
Glide sighed. He needed to talk with Srecloud about official naming. He turned back to Grimoire.
"I heard you were on Kalimdor. King Frugal sent you out so that you could investigate in the events." Grimoire started.
Glide sighed, remembering the events he witnessed too well.
"I'll report to King Frugal as soon as I can. I can't discuss the events here... Where's a Galaxy Rider when you need one?" Glide muttered.
"What for?" Grimoire asked.
"I need to help Srecloud get back to Ashenvale." Glide replied.
"Ashenvale in Kalimdor?" Grimoire asked.
Glide nodded, "That's true." He replied.
Grimoire glanced at the young night elf for a moment, and then turned his attention back at Glide.
"No wonder. He's a night elf." Grimoire whispered.
Glide raised his eyebrow, "Duh!"
The difference between a Star Savior and Twinkle Flasher are quiet noticeable. Twinkle Flashers have bushy tails like rabbits, instead of a lion's tail with a scythe at the tip. Also, the eyes of the Twinkle Flasher were always flaming green. He was born like that and he couldn't choose any eye color, the only kestian who couldn't. Instead of the two ram horns, Twinkler Flashers had one green spiral horn from their forehead, which curved backwards on their heads, going doing their backs into a ponytail.
Glide; Grimoire, and Srecloud stared up into the sky, noticing that it was getting closer to dusk. A shadow appeared in the diminishing light and descended beside Srecloud. A female kestian was on a Galaxy. A galaxy was a horse with unicorn horns and Pegasus wings, always totally black. The kestian rider smiled.
"I'm glad to see you've returned Glide." She greeted.
"Why! Maiden Venera Stentor! I... Uh, need your help." Glide requested.
Venera sensed that there was something else that Glide wanted to say, but changed it.
"What is the favor?" Venera asked.
"Could you take Srecloud here to ride behind you? I'd be coming along. We'd be heading to Ashenvale." Glide explained.
Venera raised her eyebrow, "But you just came from there."
"We need to take Srecloud back there." Glide stated.
Venera stared at the young night elf and slowly smiled caringly.
"That we do." She agreed, staring and smiling at the young night elf.
"I'd like to come along. I haven't left Liculf all my life and I'd like to see the world. This is most likely my only chance." Grimoire requested.
Glide considered it for a moment. King Frugal needed to know of the events that had happened some time ago. He also remembered the special task Neltharion gave to him. Then again, the special task could wait and Glide himself would report personally to the king, however late it would be. He came to a conclusion.
"Alright then. You're welcome to come along. Stay close to the surface of the water though." Glide decided.
Grimoire frowned, "I don't go deep." He defended.
Glide narrowed his eyes at him.
"Not too deep. Not always anyway." Grimoire added.
Srecloud sensed some invisible strong peaceful and protective auras around the three heroes. Venera extended her arm. Srecloud noticed and took it. Venera helped Srecloud mount her galaxy, being behind her.
"Now hold on, this is going to be rough." Venera requested.
Venera looked like any other female kestian, but she wore a dark blue leather cloak around her body, concealing it completely. There was a light blue hood tangling from Venera's neck backwards. A few speckle furs on her head were colored blue and yellow, but then again that's what all maidens had naturally. It was to distinguish them from normal female kestian muzon, and from kestian royalty. Only her face and hands appeared.
Dusk was hastily turning into night and Venera took her galaxy into the air, with Srecloud holding her covered waist. Glide followed her into the air. With his natural speed of a Twinkle Flasher, Grimoire blurred out of sight. Glide and Venera sensed his location and didn't worry. They soared through the air, heading back towards Kalimdor.