"A dragon!? Where the hell did you get an UNDEAD DRAGON?!" Kil'Jaeden roared at me.
"I made a friend, so what?" I shrugged.
"Did you at least get the Warglaives?" Archimonde asked, getting back on topic. I smirked. I allowed myself to hover a little bit above the ground and I summoned the both of the…my…Warglaives.
A cough escaped my lips. Today seemed very, very…wrong. Something just didn't feel right. This may or may not be due to the fact that my coughing made me sound like an Orc. My trip to Northrend made me sick, which showed me I was a little more human than I thought still. Kil'Jaeden marveled at the Warglaives of Azzinoth, drooling like a dog.
"Now, that you've seen them, I'm going somewhere," I retorted climbing on top of Sapphiron.
"Can I at least touch them?" Kil'Jaeden gasped out. But I pretended I couldn't hear them.
I continued to wonder and cough over what was so weird about today because the army, my secret army, wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow. Then I think I noticed it. It was kinda of faint, like a bug humming in your ear but then it hit me like I was standing amongst a swarm of bugs.
"Illidan," I said, "You're fading."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I mean your presence is fading. You're blue is glowing more brightly than ever," I explained. Illidan sighed.
"I figured you find out," he murmured. "Our deal has been seen to the end?"
"Uh…I didn't even know what my…or your…end of the deal was," I truthfully said.
"My promise was to help you become a demon hunter, and to help you lose your sanity," he began, "Your part was to help me be remembered. And you did that by carrying the Warglaives…and by visiting Tyrande." I'm not going to lie, if I would have known that prior to taking the kid to Tyrande, I would've dropped the kid off in an orphanage. "Now, since our deal has been recognized by the both of us…"
I heard a crack, an unforgiving crack. I grabbed at my own wrist as to yank me in a direction but I was actually trying to hold the broken twig bracelet around my thinning wrist. I could hear Illidan chuckle. "You have helped me achieve my destiny, Eternus Firemoon. I am eternally grateful to you," he thanked. "You're going to make one hell of a queen of the Outlands." Sapphiron roared the loudest roar. Core used to tell me ghost stories when we were kids. He used to say that dragons would roar when a soul passed into the Emerald Dream. He said even if they were dead or damaged they would roar so all other dragons would know there was someone new to greet. I wondered if it was true.
Oddly, as I watched blue dust scatter to the wind…to the Emerald Dream, I still didn't feel alone. I thought once the deal was upheld, I would feel empty and lonely. But the only thing different was my wrist felt lighter. Was I that heartless? Did I not care that much? However, a bone-shatteringly chilled voice crept into my mind.
"I have valuable information," the Lich King growled. "Stuff you want to know."
"What is it?" I asked.
"The whereabouts of the man who murders Night Elves," he chortled. He began think about a very grassy and mountainous land. He thought of the sea where tons of Naga lay dead. And then a camp. If I was standing, my weight would've buckled beneath me. I had forgotten scenery could look as pretty and as bright as what Arthas was showing me.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," I smirked.
I stalked through the sands of the coast of Azshara. Though this would normally be filled with naga there was no one except for a few faded lights on the horizon. From what I could make out, there were purple, yellow, and lemony yellow, or, warlocks, paladins, and priests. I didn't care what all they had there, I was going to kill each and every one of them.
I summoned the glaives and looked to the skies to see the giant blue dragon high above me. I approached the camp menacingly. I refused to run or fly because I wanted them to know I was coming. I wanted them to attempt to attack me. A warlock sent a shadow bolt at me. I grabbed it without even touching it and summoned one of my own. I yanked my hand back slowly and shot it straight back at the warlock. He fell to the ground without even making a sound.
Then I calmly entered the camp. I walked through and summoned a giant bubble around me and everyone in the camp. No one could move, speak, or attack. Everyone was silenced. Then I approached the scum blood elf who thought he could kill Night Elves without consequences…boy, did he have another thing coming. I allowed the bubble to weaken around him so he could talk to me.
"Just who do you think you are?" I shouted.
"My name is Therem! New King of the Blood Elves," Therem declared.
"Oh, yes. Because monarchy has worked so well with you guys," I growled sarcastically. "C'mon we need to talk."
"You think monarchy hasn't worked with us? Look at your queen! A naga!" he snapped. "Who sent you Eternus the Fallen? Who has declared a bounty on my head?"
"No one sent me. I came because I think you're an idiot and I will prove to you stupid does hurt," I growled again.
"Oh, Eternus, I pity you. Trying to befriend a race that outcasts what you have become isn't going to work in the end," he chuckled, "Why do you do it? The Night Elves will never accept you."
"I do it because I like to see blood. It's a rich, beautiful crimson color to me. And, in all reality, it's the only color that appears brightly to me. I don't care if the Night Elves don't accept me. The need for acceptance died almost a year ago." I said now snarling. "I don't care for your reason behind this genocide. You will die even if it is a good cause."
"What if I had a family? A wife or children? Would you still end my life?" Therem taunted. I brought my Warglaive to his throat and ran it across his neck. I watched as the crimson mixed in with yellow. He was a paladin.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Arthas chuckled in my head. "I sent you on that mission to see if you really could kill a man for no apparent reason." I ignored the Lich King. I didn't care about the Lich still sitting on the Frozen Throne. What I did care about were the 50-odd witnesses around me. I let the bubble weaken around one and then implode around the rest. All of the bodies but one hit the ground, lifeless. I walked up to the quiver healer and picked him up from the ground.
"Run back to your people and tell them what I did," I demanded. I yanked my blindfold off and thrust it in his trembling hand. "There's your proof, now GO!!" I threw him a few feet away form me. Then I turned to look at the sea I couldn't see. Though I could see purple creatures immerging from it. And amongst them was the most lavender color I had ever seen.