A.N. I do NOT own Warcraft.
Cold, regret, sorrow, but mostly pain… This was what Illidan felt as he lay in the blood covered snow. How could he have failed… now all was lost, that demon lord will most probably destroy his minions, Arthas must have reached the Icecrown by now.
Then he realized – pain meant he was alive. With difficulty he tried to get up, but all his muscles screamed in agony at the thought of it. Perhaps the Death Knight had left him to die slowly and painfully, to give the half-elf time to realize that all he had done was in vain. It seemed fitting … no matter what Illidan did no one would mourn his death, no one would be there in the last moment. He tried to fall asleep and wait for the warmth of death to take him, but something in back of his mind kept telling him to fight it, to focus…
Images of his life flashed – the demi-god Cenarius teaching him the druidic ways; Tyrande's face; the Well of Eternity; the wars; the prison; the skull of Gul'dan; the cravings for more magic…
Evil laughter echoed into his troubled mind, first like a whisper then like a clear inhuman speech.
"What makes you even think that you could evade your fate, elf? Your defeat was inevitable, now you will serve me in a new way! The new Burning Legion requires spies in this world in order to once and for all! Do not fear, Lord Illidan, you will survive but I fear I need to … give you a boost! Now listed very carefully: You will ally your pathetic forces with the Horde… hmmm it seems appropriate for all the Leagon's creation to fulfill their purpose!"
"I will n-n-never side the rest of my soul with you!"
"You speak as if you had a choice! It is really simple you see, I save your life forgive you for your failure, and in return you do one simple task for me. But I'm afraid that this ... attitude of yours is not acceptable."
If he could yell Illidan's cries would put the banshee's to shame. He felt a great amount of chaotic energy pierce his being. Something else too – an unknown presence was lurking in his mind. The fallen demon hunter tried to resist it.
"Do not fight it. You simply cannot. Let me explain. When 10 000 years ago Sargeras gave you a taste of the demonic essence He improved that pathetic elf being. Now I will continue his work. But your betrayal must not occur again! This is why you will be subdued…"
A final blast and he was swallowed by the darkness.
Miles away, on an island, in a fortress called Darnassus, a woman's scream echoed in the empty hallway. The priestess had just woken up from her nightmare.
"High Priestess are you well?" a female voice asked from the doorway.
"Yes, I think so. It was just a dream." Answered Tyrande Whisperwind as she slowly rose up from her room in the Temple of Elune. The soft sunshine rays made the room ethereal.
"It was about time I got up. Is there any new news?"
"No, Priestess, nothing new has occurred. But there have been some strange news from our scouts about an unusually high draconic presence near the Wetlands, South of Ironforge in Azeroth…"
"I believe the Queen of the Dragons currently resides there… hmm so why should the amount of her children there be surprising?" asked Tyrande with a smile, making her newest student blush.
"I um… well … the dragons appear to not only from the red dragonflight but also from the blue, green and bronze. Some even say that the Aspects themselves have been there."
Even though that Tyrande was surprised, she quickly recovered and hid her astonishment.
"That is indeed strange, but there is nothing we can do about that. With Malfurion still in the Emerald Dream we have no ways to contact Yzera or any of the Great Dragons. I suppose they are gathering to discuss something… I wonder what." A small sigh "Now where did we leave our lessons last time?"
"Umm history I believe, High Priestess."
Another sigh escape from Tyrande. She should be used to it by now. But even her closest friends called her by her title. She looked out her window to see the Elven Stronghold peaceful and calm. As it should be she darkly thought. After all the night elves had suffered much in the past years. And now those who were supposed to understand nature, use its strength and power to heal the world, chose to take an unexpected path. In spite of her beloved Malfurion, the arch druids planted a new World Tree in hope of gaining their precious immortality. Clearly they had not learned the lessons from the past.
"I see. Go to the library ,Daloor. You were reading about the myths of Cenarius, correct?" after receiving a nod in reply the High Priestess continued "Go on with your research, you seem to have a way to find the most important things in a story. This will help you in your path."
"Thank you, Priestess."
After seeing her student off, Tyrande quickly took a piece of parchment and started writing a letter. It was no coincidence that her dream was of a cloaked figure, a familiar cloaked figure, showing her flashes of horrible things. She frowned. That Prophet wasn't brining good news. Last time the Legion had attack. But the priestess did not understand the, well human as far as she could figure, type of magic he used, and therefore asking the only know to her human mage. Luckily Jaina Proudmoore resided in Kalimdor. Tyrande prayed the gathering of the Great Dragons, the sudden appearance of the Prophet and her dream about Illidan…
Tyrande finished the letter by adding a beautiful silvery mark of the end of it. She walked to a window. Closing her silver eyes, she whispered something and a green owl appear out of nowhere. Tyrande attached her letter to it and ordered it to make haste to Theamore Island. The owl flew off not leaving a sound.
Little did the priestess knew that a blizzard was coming to the Night Elven lands, a blizzard slowly freezing the water of the coast of Northrend, a blizzard created by something unnatural, something vile and corrupt…
On the stormy coast waves mercilessly hit the strong rocks.
But not even a crack was made. On top of the mountain a dark hole was opened, little by little, creating a passage to the forgotten land of Outland, where soon forces would battle and blood would be spilt. Where mighty heroes fought for lost causes and ideals… Where shadows started to cripple their way to the surface, awakening…
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