A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And nope, I in fact do not own warcraft or anything else I write about.
Chapter 8
Trails of fire began to burn through parts of the city. Many of the fires were created and kept burning due to the Elves. They understood now that they and the Scourge stood on equal ground when it came to death by fire, as well as making it nearly impossible to resurrect ashes. The Elves kept the flames fed in the attempt to hold off the Scourge as long as possible. But the restless Scourge would not be stopped by any means.
Wayne and many other Necromancers worked quickly raising the dead and freshly killed Elves as the battle ensared around them. The deeper into the city they progressed, the more Necromancers would be found dead, or disappeared from where they recently were. Those who could notice would see Elves on the tops of far off buildings or in secret darkened areas, specifically hunting for Necromancers. For a few of those early morning hours, they were very successful in their hunt. Yet the command of the Scourge was not as mindless as its minions, heavily detailed defenses were set up to encapsulate the lessening group of vital Necromancers.
It quickly became impossible for the sniping Elves to take a clear shot, or in many cases, even see their target between the thick mass of undead. In the meantime, the meatwagons were quickly making new routes through the city. Great crashing sounds were heard as more and more of the catapults appeared, hurling everything into the distance. They would continue to appear no matter how many were disabled and burned to cinders.
Slowly, the sky began to lighten as the sun rose to give competition to the flames for the illumination of the city. The amount of fighting was less and less, but more fierce as the Scourge now controlled more than half of Silvermoon. Wayne and the other Necromancers marched on, surrounded by many Abominations.
A peircing sound shot through the air, then the mental voice spoke its own words of where to go. The whole city seemed to shake at its foundations as all the inhabitants rushed towards the same spot. Wayne and those around him reached the destination faster than many others, and thus was able to clearly see the spectacle. In front of all the Scourge was the white haired man, flanked with his many sinister horsemen. They all trotted past a shattered gateway.
In front of them stood an extremely tall fountain, a great pale pink aura covered the distance, and inside perhaps fourty Elves, many were Mages, stood and were weaving spells. Hundreds upon hundreds more Scourge were coming into the area behind Wayne. The sun was now just high enough to pester the Scourge with its nearly blinding light. After a few moments of silence, three ghouls rushed forward towards the fountain, not a move was made by either side to stop them as they disintegrated into nothing upon touching the pale pink barrier.
A large Elf towards the center moved forward to the edge of the barrier and bellowed.
"You have come far enough Arthas, you will not destroy our Sunwell!"
Wayne's mind scrambled as he heard the name Arthas, he tried desperately to remember the origins of the name, but his mind would give no answers.
The white haired man laughed coldly and said.
"You and your men offer their servitude to me Sunstrider, and I will grant you all a painless death."
"This barrier will never break Arthas," said the Elf.
"We shall see," replied the man named Arthas.
He reached towards his left side and pulled out a fearsome icy sword, then with all his might, hurled it like a spear towards the Elf behind the forcefield.
The tip of the blade penetrated a few inches before it stopped, sending bolts of electricity away from the tip. Then quickly shot back towards the Scourge crowd, maiming many Abominations. The man named Arthas shook with rage and shouted curses at the Elves. Behind the veil the Elves were confident, most were locked in a circle, focused in concentration and attunement to keep the spell working.
In a moments notice Wayne had a premonition of what he must do. He strode forward through the undead until he stood at the side of the horseman named Arthas, the Elf of course still a few steps behind. He flashed a distasteful look at Wayne, but the look contained more puzzlement and suprise than anger. Wayne extended his left hand and focused on the most elaborately dressed Mage in the center. The Mage's body shook and he let out a scream before he was pulled forth, out of the barrier and clumsily rolled to Wayne's feet. The ghouls all around quickly jumped on his screaming figure and tore him to shreds, exposing those strong bones.
Cries of panic erupted from the Elves as the barrier began to flash and falter. The concentration element was gone with their head Mage as the Scourge ran up the tiered levels of the fountain. The Elves had no time to defend themselves as the Scourge engulfed and surrounded them at all sides. Wayne looked over to his left and saw the man named Arthas looking down at him.
"I doubt if you understand anything that I am saying," he said in a deep cold voice. "But if I had a dozen men like you, I could conquer the world."
End of Chapter 8
