A\N Hello all, long time no see. So, anyway, this is my newest story. It may never end, I'm not sure. I just plan to have fun writing it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing!
It was a quiet day in Westfall, so quiet that something had to be wrong. And there was. A large group of Alliance soldiers, ranging from warriors to priests and Gnomes to Night Elves were gathered, and they appeared to be setting up a defense.
"So, what do you think about this invasion?" One of the alliance soldiers asked his two friends.
"I don't know. From the reports, we might not have the supplies to keep them off." The female of the group asked. She looked up at the other member of the group looking worried. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was being pushed away from her cool blue eyes and pretty oval face. By her robes she appeared to be a priest, and a powerful one.
Her two male friends appeared to be mages, but they could also be priests. The red-haired one, who spoke first, could quickly be identified as a mage when he looked at a passing critter and burnt it to a crisp.
"What was that? Did something just catch fire?" The girl asked.
"No Herinie, just a dwarf hunter checking his gun." The mage grinned.
"You had better hope so Ergan or I'll get you." She said, glaring at him as she spotted the small critter. The third in the group just laughed and looked at the two as they argued.
"Yeah, don't forget what happened when you 'accidentally' killed that rabbit." He said.
"You know that was an accident Cyrel! That murloc was coming right for me!" Ergan said, looking frustrated with his friends.
"Sure, sure it was. Anyway, I think we can win this fight. Note that we have a good balance of physical and magical fighters." Cyrel said, looking over the fighting force of 60 or so.
"It won't matter who we have if they outnumber us." Herinie worried, also looking at the group. "What do you think Ergan?"
"What's going on?" Ergan asked, suddenly spinning and looking at his friends. Cyrel just sighed and Herinie shook her head at him. "What?" He asked, looking very confused.
"Forget it man, you missed out." Cyrel said, looking at the horizon where the Horde was supposed to be coming from. "The reports did say there was a lot of Horde and supplies coming in on those damn zeppelins." He grimaced as the sun came out from behind a cloud. "All I hope is that they come soon before we become too relaxed."
The day continued as normal, everyone working on the defenses while others made potions and bandages to be distributed. When everything was as good as it was going to get, the Alliance sat and waited. Volunteer fighters continued to trickle into the camp, some looking like they had decided to stop farming and start fighting a few minutes ago. One girl that entered the camp caught Ergan's eye. She was a mage, but it seemed she just graduated from her mage school, and Ergan worried about somebody with so little experience actually fighting the Horde. Before Ergan could even try to help her, somebody shouted and pointed at the horizon where the sun was setting, casting a blood red glow over the land.
'How fitting.' Ergan thought to himself. The warriors stood in special gaps in the defenses to charge their enemies as the got close enough, and all other warriors took their places. Ergan glanced at his two friends as they checked their things to make sure they were ready.
A shout roared through the Alliance, returned with just as much force from the Horde. Ergan could only watch as they charge forth, the massive tauren towering above the others, trolls running with that long stride, orcs looking like small trees with all their muscles, and his most hated enemies, the forsaken.
Finally, after what seemed forever, the warriors charged each other, slashing with their massive swords and axes. Howls and screams were heard and blood was thrown into the air as muscle was ripped open. Just as Ergan began casting one of his many fire based spells, a noise was heard behind them as a huge number or rogues leapt from the forest at their back, stabbing and slashing. Cyrel watched as his friend Ergan was chopped to pieces by an undead rogues blades. Only after it was too late did he freeze the rogue trying to attack Herinie and she suffered a large cut across her back. She was so concentrated on keeping the warriors going, she just kept her heal spell going and healed an almost defeated dwarf warrior. She then turned and took control of trolls mind and made him attack his comrade that had so brutally killed Ergan.
Some warriors had moved back to defend the magical fighters, but they were fighting a losing battle. The chosen commander found Cyrel and told him to make a portal to Stormwind so they could regroup and have a better chance. Cyrel nodded and began casting the spell as the commander gathered the wounded and weakest warriors and told them what to do. They leapt into the portal as soon it opened, followed by all other Alliance.
The next day
"Why did he have to die?" Herinie quietly asked herself. "Why didn't they kill someone else? Anyone else?" She cried slightly, thinking of her dead friend.
"It's ok Herinie, the rogues were unexpected." Cyrel said, also looking sad. "I just ask you one thing now. Be strong. The Horde just passed through Goldshire and will be here any minute. We must be ready to defend our home." Herinie nodded and wiped her face with a piece of cloth. Hundreds of peasants from Goldshire and its surrounding farms had retreated into the city, and the gates were just being closed.
"Here they come! Hurry with that gate!" A guard from atop the wall yelled. The gate snapped shut on an arrow, the head passing into the crowd harmlessly.
So what do you think? Like, dislike? Tell me in a review! I'm open to any reviews to improve the story. Hope you like the cliffie. Next chapter will be soon (if I take time to write instead of play ;)
