35 years earlier...

Two greatest enemies stood one against another in the middle of Shadowmoon valley. This day would forever change their lives…

"You dare challenge me, Durotan?!" laughed the evil warlock Gul'Dan.

Durotan did not reply, just continued to look Gul'Dan in the eyes.

"Fool!'' said the wicked Orc, ''Do you not know that I am the ultimate master of this ancient craft?!"

"I am not afraid of you, Gul'Dan, your skills did not improve the Horde, they've made everything far worse, but today, evil one, you will be defeated.'' a yellow glow formed around the shaman's fingers.

"Let it be so. I accept your little competition." a mad grin appeared on Gul'Dan's face. "Who will start?"

"You.''

''Cho'Gall!" he said to his most devoted follower, ''Hit the music!''

After a moment, hip-hop music began to play, and Gul'Dan engaged...in a breakdance.

35 years later...

It was the opening day of Illidan's dance studio. The former Demon Hunter Illidan Stormrage (in his pre-Warcraft 3:Frozen Throne appearance) stood near the door, waiting for his first customer.

"This is got to be my best idea.'' he couldn't hide the suspense. ''This business will make me rich!''

After a few hours of waiting, Illidan got his first customer. The door opened and an ordinary man, about 27 years old, walked in.

''Hello there! And welcome to Illidan's dance studio!'' he greeted his customer, ''I am Illidan Stormrage...your dance instructor.''

It didn't take long for the young man to react.

''But you're blind...''he started, looking at his black bandana.

''How dare you?!'' snapped the Warcraft character .''Is this some sort of bias?!"

''No...''

''You think blind people have no rights to live?!'' he continued his paranoid accusations.

''You don't understand...''

''Oh, I understand! You hate blind people!''

''No...''

''No? So you only hate blind Night Elves?!'' he carried on with the interrogation and prepared to use his Mana Burn ability on the poor guy, ''YOU SICK PERSON!''

''Please! Let me explain!'' the young man began to cry (the pressure was too much for him).

''I didn't know that blind people can be dance instructors!'' he continued to cry, ''Please forgive me.''

''Ok, stop crying.'' Illidan made a caring face, ''I understand you came here to take dance lessons. What do you want to learn first?"

"Well, me and my girlfriend are getting married next week, but I can't dance,'' explained the guy.

''Follow me.'' said Illidan.

The "dance instructor" led his new pupil to the dance floor.

''Your name is?'' asked Stormrage.

''Steve Othello.'' came the answer.

''So, Steve, what do you want to learn first?''he asked, ''Boogie-woogie, the Cha Cha Cha, some traditional Japanese dance, Punk dance, Salsa...''

''Something that is usually performed on weddings.''

''I know.'' the instructor came up with an idea, ''Step!''

''Step where?"

''I meant a Step dance. You know that I once won 3rd place in a Step dance contest in my hometown?'' after a moment he continued, ''Well, there were only 3 contestants...but that's not the point!'' a stupid smile appeared on his face.

''Music!'' shouted the Night Elf; an Irish melody began to play, and he began to dance (I hope you know how a Step dance is performed).

But the performance was weak.

''Ok, maybe I'm not good in this genre of dance.'' Illidan admitted. ''But nobody performs this dance on weddings!'' he finally remembered. ''So let's find an alternative.''

''Maybe...''Steve was about to suggest...

''I know!'' instructor Illidan came up with another idea. ''A Belly dance!''

''A Belly dance?'' Steve had another dance in mind. ''Maybe...''

''You know, I am thousands of years old.'' Illidan said and remembered something that once happened to him. ''I remember it. Egypt, year 30 BC. I once performed a Belly dance in the royal palace for the entertainment of Queen Cleopatra.'' he felt the warmth of this memory on his bare skin.

''Really? What was her reaction?"

''She made a poisonous snake bite her and died.'' he said calmly since it meant nothing to him, ''I shall perform it!''

Egyptian music began to play and Illidan began to 's. This performance of a Belly dance was the most disgusting thing Steve had ever seen, so, logically, began to feel sorry for poor Cleopatra.

''Stop it already!'' shouted Steve, ''In the name of all that is good! Please stop it!''

Illidan did so.

''Ok, maybe I'm not good in this genre of dance as well.'' he admitted again, ''But this dance is usually performed by ,and it's not performed on weddings.'' he thought of an excuse.

''Maybe you'll teach me to dance the waltz?" Steve still believed in his blind dance instructor (how stupid can Steve be?).

''The waltz is pathetic!'' Illidan spat on the floor.

A moment later the door opened, and a man came in...dressed like a 19th century Austrian composer.

''Oh goodie, another costumer." cheered Illidan.

''I am Johann Strauss, the famous Austrian composer.'' answered the man (with a strong Germanic accent).''I am also known as the 'King of waltzes'.''

He approached Illidan and gave him a punch in the face...which sent the Warcraft character to the floor, yet it didn't stop the famous composer, and he kicked poor Illidan in the groin.

''Don't say anything bad about waltzes again, you jerk!'' Strauss warned the defeated Elf.''Oh, and your dancing sucks!'' he spat on Illidan and left the dance studio.

Steve Othello watched the whole thing with horror.

''That Strauss guy can give a powerful beating.'' Illidan sat up.

''Now I realize one thing.'' Illidan sat up. ''I'm a horrible dance instructor!'' he was very sad.

Steve caught Illidan's sad expression and decided to cheer him up.

''You're not that bad.'' Steve said, trying to cheer him up, yet understanding that the composer was right.

''No. I'm horrible! I have absorbed the power from the skull of Gul'Dan. I got his power and his memories, but I didn't get his great dancing skills!''

''Illidan, let's continue the lesson.'' he said.

''Sure.'' Illidan stood up, ''By the way, what's the name of the lucky lady?"

''Desdemona Johnson.'' her beautiful image appeared before his eyes.

''I know her.'' Illidan recognized a familiar name.

''Really?''

''She once slept with my ally Kael'Thas Sunstrider.''

''What?" you should have seen Steve Othello's face, ''When did that happen?!"

''About three months ago.''

''We've been dating for two years!'' Steve cried, .''You're not mistaking?'' he looked at Illidan.

''No. She even gave him a handkerchief, but he lost it. Luckily, I found it.'' he pulled his hand into his pocket and withdrew a handkerchief.'' But I didn't have the chance to return it.''

''I recognize this handkerchief.'' Steve pointed at the colorful hanky, ''It was a gift to her from me!''

''I suppose you want it back.''

''How could she?!'' Steve grabbed his head. ''Oh, the shame!''

''I shall strangle her!'' Steve Othello shouted and ran out of the dance studio.

''Now what do you know...''Illidan said after a moment of silence, surprised by the outcome, ''The true story of Othello and Desdemona.''

Morale of this chapter: Don't believe everything Shakespeare says...