Hey guys Shadowwolf1997 here with another update on Son of Neltharion. Disclaimer: other than Obsidrion and the other OCs and some original locations I added in I own NOTHING of World of Warcraft. That honor goes to Blizzard INC. So here we go and please remember to review.
Chapter 2: Shattering of Sanity, Unity, and Peace. And Yet the Dawn of Rebirth.
Between the Tol'vir kingdoms in Uldum and the far flung outpost of the Gurubashi Empire, the fortress of Zul'Farrak within the treacherous deserts of Tanaris, and the primordial valley of Un'Goro Crater, lay a massive mountain range. Within the mountains lay a sprawling labyrinthine maze of caverns and tunnels, with openings within the sides of the mountains that allowed view of the deserts of Uldum and Tanaris, and access to any creature with wings. This natural bastion in the desert was the home to the second largest gathering of black dragons anywhere on Azeroth, its rocky walls containing close to a thousand black dragons, drakes, whelps, and several hundred black dragon eggs. This fortress with in the desert was called Obsidrion's Outpost, in honor of its leader and founder, Obsidrion, heir to the black dragonflight. 500 years had passed since the founding of the colony and within that time, the number of black had steadily increased as more dragons joined its ranks or were born within the walls of the Outpost. Near the top of one of the larger mountains lay a massive cavern that overlooked the Tanaris desert. Within that cavern lay the personal chamber of Obsidrion and Shadnyxia. Both were gazing at something far more beautiful than the scenery of the sun rising over the sand dunes whoever. Within their chamber lay about two and a half dozen eggs, their eggs. This was the first clutch that had been born to the two, and to them, they were the most beautiful and most valuable objects on the face of Azeroth.
As Obsidrion was enjoying the peace of the early morning dawn with his mate, the silence was shattered by a loud, booming voice, "Brother I have very important news, its urgent." Obsidrion turned to face his younger brother. In the past 500 years Darkrion had grown from a small drake into a powerful dragon with a booming voice, not deep like his father and brother's voices but certainly on that never be mistaken for anything else but a dragon. Darkrion flew into the cavern, the serious expression on his face was all Obsidrion had to see to know that this was no joke on his little brother's part. "Well than Darkrion, what's so important that you had to come rushing in here like that?" Obsidrion asked with a serious tone, while he knew this was no joke on his brother's part, he and Darkrion had two very different definitions of urgent, so he was uncertain of what his brother's news would be. "A messenger has arrived from father and asks to meet with you." Obsidrion didn't even bother to hide the fact that this news was a major surprise to him. "You were right this is urgent brother, go send him in I will meet with him as soon as he gets her." Darkrion nodded as he took flight and returned the way he came to inform the messenger. Shadnyxia looked to her mate with a curious expression on her face as Darkrion flew off. "What do you think is so important that your father would send a messenger to you?" Obsidrion only shrugged before responding "I have no idea but I have the feeling it is not anything good." Minutes later a dragon appeared at the entrance of the cavern. Obsidrion concluded that this must be the messenger as he did not recognize the dragon. "Lord Obsidrion I bring an urgent summons from the Earth-Warder." "Well tell me then don't leave me dying of anticipation." Obsidrion could not help but to try and lighten the mood with a little humor even if it wasn't exactly called for. "Very well, Lord Neltharion requests that all black dragons capable of fighting to gather at the home of the Red dragonflight. An army of demons has been summoned by the night elf sorcerers of Zin-Azshari have unleashed an army of demons called the Burning Legion unto the world. The Aspects are rallying all dragons capable of battle and gathering them together to destroy this demon horde with the power of a new weapon your father has created." Obsidrion was stunned by the declaration, and he did not even need to turn around to know that Shadnyxia's expression was one of shock and dismay. Taking a deep breathe he spoke "Very well, tell my father I will gather all adult dragons here and meet him at the home of the Dragon Queen as soon as possible." The messenger nodded and turned to leave, as he did so neither Obsidrion or Shadnyxia saw the flash of madness with the dragon's orange eyes as he ascended into the sky.
Obsidrion led the 425 fully grown black dragons under his command to the home of the Red Dragonflight, the trip taking many days before the mountain of the red dragons came into view. It had been a long journey and Obsidrion was tired but continued on nonetheless. Upon arriving he was treated to a sight he had never expected, thousands of other dragons from all five dragonflights. He saw many turn their heads to look at him and his group as they landed. He wasn't surprised when he found many gazes lingered on him. All his life his unusual size for a dragon not among the Aspects had caused him to be stared at by his own flight, it was no shock to find members of the other flights so surprised to see Obsidrion had grown to about half the size of his father, the largest of the Dragon Aspects. While this left him towering over dragons millennia older than him, it also made him easy to identify in a crowd as the only other dragons he had encountered who were larger than him were the Aspects themselves. As he looked around he heard a voice he hadn't heard for years, and turned around to face his father "It took you long enough son, I was beginning to think you would not make it in time." "What and have to listen to you remind me about it for the rest of my life, sorry but I value self-esteem a little too much for that father." Obsidrion, despite the circumstances of his coming here, could not resist his urge to banter with his father after not seeing him for almost two decades. "Yes that would be a little damaging to you pride wouldn't it son, your father telling everyone about that you make it a point to be late. Now come the final preparations for the creation of our great weapon to save Azeroth are under way. We are simply waiting for the last few dragons that were scattered around the world to arrive and then we will begin." For a brief second Obsidrion thought he saw something flash in his father's eye, something that did not belong there. But it was gone to quickly to be sure so the young dragon simply shrugged it off and made to follow his father.
Obsidrion couldn't help but to stare disbelievingly at the Dragon Soul, the small talisman with the power of every dragon but he couldn't help but stare at the coin-like object. It seemed impossible that such a little thing could contain so much power. "Why the look of such surprise my son, do you doubt the truth of the Dragon Soul's power." Obsidrion turned to look at his father before responding "No father I do not, I am just struggling to comprehend how such a little object contains such power." A loud laugh erupted from the Aspect of Magic, his father's oldest friend and the leader of the Blue Dragonflight, Malygos the Spell-Weaver. "Just like you when we were young eh Neltharion, didn't believe that anything not the size of a boulder could possibly be useful." Turning to the young black dragon the Spell-Weaver said "I know it may see hard to fathom, but most often the strongest magical artifacts are usually the smallest or least assuming of things. That is what makes many of them so dangerous." Obsidrion nodded his head at the explanation given by the Aspect of Magic. Obsidrion knew very little when it came to the nature and power of magic as his knowledge ran mostly towards the depths of Azeroth, so he let the matter slide. Turning to his father he was about to speak when he saw something gleam in his father's eyes as he stared at the Dragon Soul. As Obsidrion was about to speak, the gleam in his father's eyes vanished before he could identify what it was. For some reason Obsidrion couldn't explain, he felt a cold shiver run down his back as the combined might of the dragon race led by four of the great Dragon Aspects, as the Aspect of Time Nozdormu, was absent for reasons involving the timelines or something like that. When it came to the mysteries of time, Obsidrion was even more clueless than when it came to the subtleties of magic. Better the knowledge and strength of the corporeal earth in his mind, that was understandable, that was what we was born to know and use as a weapon, that was his domain, the domain of his father. Still, he couldn't help but feel a cold shiver travel down his spine whenever he looked at the object that was supposed to be the salvation of Azeroth. He hoped it was just him being nervous before the coming battle, not that he did nervous, but he could feel that it was something else entirely different, he just did not yet know what it was.
Obsidrion felt as if the world was being engulfed in madness, and at its center was his powerful, wise, and benevolent father laughing like a crazed maniac. The assault on the demons had started off so well. First his father had use the Dragon Soul to completely obliterate the demon's frontlines, and then, by linking all the dragons in a grand matrix, had slaughtered hundreds of warlock as their spells were turned against them. And then the demons broke and ran, as if a great flood had been reversed in its course. And then, right as the outcome seemed assured, everything went to hell. His father had completely frozen all the other dragons outside the black dragonflight, had refused the pleas of the Dragon Queen, and declared how he was now the ruler of the dragon race. He found he could take no more and flew directly in front of his father and roared "Father, Stop this, this isn't you father. You are the Earth Warder, the Aspect of the Earth, not this crazed lunatic spouting nonsense of him being the supreme ruler of the dragons. Snap out of this while there is still a chance, come back to your senses before it's too late. SNAP OUT OF IT FATHER." His father looked at him and the madness that filled his eyes emptied near instantly and he shook his head as if warding off a swarm of flies or a headache. "Obsidrion, my son, I have no idea what I was thinking I…" whatever else his father intended to say was lost as his eyes fell upon the cursed abomination in his hands and all the sanity, wisdom, and goodness that were within his father's eyes were swallowed by the overwhelming shine of insanity that flooded over them. " Wait, I see what you are doing. You are indeed clever son, but not clever enough." Obsidrion stared blankly at his father, the statement confusing him and leaving him grasping for its meaning. But it was what his father said next that not only clarified the statement, but also completely blindsided the young dragon. "You wish to have it yourself, you wish to use it to overthrow me and take control of this world yourself. You are indeed clever my son, you almost fooled me, but you didn't count on my creation to show me the truth of your deceit did you." Obsidrion felt as if the entirety of the air in his lungs had been forcefully ripped out. His father had just accused him of attempting to betray him, the same dragon who considered Obsidrion a younger version of himself from when he had still been young. But as he came back to his senses and attempted to defend himself and reason with his father, his body seemed to shut down, he couldn't even speak. And it was then that he stared into the eyes of the creature that had taken his father's place "I suppose I must make an example of you now my misguided hatchling, so that other black dragons will know the penalty for such treason." The abomination spoke in a bored tone, and then, the agony spread through Obsidrion's body like a wildfire and he roared his pain for all to hear, done only so that the creature could enjoy his torment.
Shadnyxia and all of Obsidrion's other followers were still for only a moment as their leader was tortured. As one they all moved to tackle the deranged leader of the Black dragonflight, only to be frozen like all the other dragonflights before they had even moved a few yards. "You must think so little of me if you thought I would not expect you to join with your leader little rebels. Since you have been led astray by this traitor, I will let you witness his fate, and to those of you that see reason, I shall be…merciful." As she could not speak, Shadnyxia could not roar her own pain as she witnessed her beloved writhe and screech in total agony.
Alexstrasza watched as the young black dragon let out another roar of agony as he continued to writhe in indescribable pain. She, like all the other Aspects, had heard Neltharion talk about and praise the eldest of his children on multiple accounts. When she had first meet the young dragon, she was reminded greatly of Neltharion in their days as proto-dragons and their first few millennia as Dragon Aspects. He was basically, in Alexstrasza's opinion, a miniature Neltharion. And now she could only watch as here old friend, her brother, tortured his son with an almost bored and indifferent expression, save for when Obsidrion roared particularly loud in his pain. She had also watched as several hundred black dragons had made a rush to strike the depraved Aspect, a female black dragon with an almost purple coloration leading the charge before they were frozen in midair like all the other dragons not loyal to the black Aspect. She saw the pain reflected in the female's eyes as the heir of the Black dragonflight writhed in pain, and being the Aspect of Life, Alexstrasza knew exactly why that was, but all she could do was watch as her old friend continued to torture the son he had always considered his rightful heir to his position as the not only the leader of the Black Dragonflight, but also as the Aspect of Earth should anything ever happen to the Earth Warder. While Obsidrion and his followers might have escaped the madness that had descended upon the rest of their kind, it was of little comfort to the Life-Binder as Obsidrion roared yet again in agony.
'The pain, why won't it stop, WHY WON'T THIS DAMN PAIN STOP.', was the only coherent thought that traveled in Obsidrion's mind as his body felt like it was ribbing itself apart from the shear pain it was feeling, all due to that damn disc. He knew he could not endure much more of this, and that once he blacked out, the ground thousands of feet below would be waiting to embrace him one final time. It was ironic Obsidrion thought for a moment that a dragon meant to guard the earth, would meet his death by the very earth he was meant to defend. It was so ironic he would have laughed in a different situation, but laughing was one of the farthest things from his mind at the moment. He looked at the sky for what he thought would be his last time before his eyes fell upon a lone figure, a male red dragon that did something Obsidrion would have called suicidal if his father wasn't so focused on killing him, the red dragon dive bombed the Black leviathan. Not nearly enough to damage the giant dragon, the charge had done something other than momentarily startle the Aspect, it loosened the behemoth's concentration enough to free Obsidrion and every other dragon that had been frozen by the accursed disc. Obsidrion quickly took advantage of this as he tackle his father full force. Whereas the red male had lacked the size and strength to do any real damage to the Earth-Warder, Obsidrion did not and as his body slammed into his father's, the Aspect of Earth roared in pain. As the massive wyrm was sent sprawling Obsidrion and the red male attacked the deranged Aspect in unison, this time however Neltharion was ready for them as he slammed his massive tail into the red dragon and sent him plowing into Obsidrion, the force of the hit sends the two spiraling away. But before Neltharion can capitalize on his advantage the, entirety of the Blue Dragonflight surrounds him.
Malygos felt so deeply betrayed, his oldest and closest friend had tricked him into making a weapon that had almost enslaved the whole of the dragon race. That device was a mistake, and the Spell-Weaver was dead set on rectifying that mistake before something truly horrible was done. And something more horrible than anything Malygos could have imagined was about to happen, something that would drive the blue wyrm into a mad depression that would last for millennia.
As the blue dragonflight surrounded the mad Aspect and prepared to attack, the dragon acted first. Swinging the Dragon Soul in a golden arc that engulfed the Blue Dragonflight, and utterly decimated them and sent the Spell-Weaver flying off into the distance. Then he roared as he flew off, taking most of the black dragonflight with him, leaving only Obsidrion and his 425 followers as the only black dragons among a sea of red, green, and bronze. Obsidrion watched his mad brethren leave and felt as if a whole had been torn in his heart, as he realized the full implication of what this meant, the black dragonflight was at war with itself, between the corrupted and uncorrupted. As he gazed at the retreating figures on the horizon, he heard the flapping of large wings and turned to see the sister Aspects, Alexstrasza and Ysera looking down on him with pity and sympathy, though it was hard to tell in Ysera's case, what with the closed eyes and all. "It would seem that you and your father no longer seem eye to eye young one." Ysera the Dreamer said with a sympathetic voice. "Yes I guess you could say I was disinherited just now wasn't I." Obsidrion did not even try to resist the dark humor he felt from the situation. The Dragon Queen's gaze was full of pity but her voice was full of sincerity as she spoke "While what took place was indeed tragic, I must thank you for saving the youngest of my consorts from your father's wrath earlier." Obsidrion stared at the red Aspect in confusion before he remembered the red dragon who had attacked his father, thus allowed for him and the other dragons to free themselves. Said male dragon flew up next to his mate a nodded, "Yes thank you, my name is Korialstrasz and I thank you for your aid against the Earth-Warder, I was not thinking when I attacked and could have been killed if you had not intervened." Obsidrion simply shook his head and said "Don't mention it, it was what should have been done." A familiar presence flew to be beside him and Obsidrion did not even have to look to know that it was Shadnyxia. "My love what do we do now." Obsidrion glanced at the dragon he had chosen to spend his life with and then turned to all of his followers and spoke "First we must help the mortal races fend off this Burning Legion, and if there is still an Azeroth to defend when the dust settles, we will take up our duties as the guardians of this world and return to the Outpost to begin our plans to wage war against or corrupted brothers and sisters." Hundreds of black dragons roared their approval as they prepared for the long wars they saw ahead of them.
Obsidrion and Shadnyxia returned to their personal cavern at Obsidrion's Outpost a few days after the destruction of the Well of Eternity and the Sundering, the creation and blessing of Nordrassil, and the defeat of the Burning Legion. Obsidrion had never been so glad to see home as he was now. And waiting for him and his mate, like eternal sentinels, unharmed and glistening in the light of the desert sunset, lay the roughly two dozen eggs that made up him and Shadnyxia's first clutch of eggs. Despite everything that had happened since they had last seen them, the sight of the eggs washed all the worry and stress from Obsidrion and his mate. As he was about to lay down and go to sleep one of the eggs began to rock gently back and forth. He sat up as if hit by lightning, Shadnyxia displaying a similar reaction as the rocking picked up its pace, and cracks began to appear on the sides of the egg. The two massive dragons watched in awe as the egg was slowly split in two, not paying attention to the sinking sun. Then, as the last amounts of red light on the horizon was about to sink below the dunes and mountains, the egg was torn apart as the little she dragon freed herself from her confining prison. Sparkling in the last drops of daylight that turned her black scales a shade of purplish-gray, soaked in the liquids of the egg, she was the most beautiful thing the two adult dragons had ever seen. As she roughly pushed herself up, she let out an adorable squeaking noise that melted the hearts of her two parents. "Neltharia." Shadnyxia turned towards he mate in surprise at the statement "I think Neltharia would suit her, after her wise grandfather who is no longer with us, replaced by that abomination Deathwing. Well what do you think my love?" Obsidrion turned to his mate who stared back at him before smiling and stating "It's a wonderful name for our first hatchling, our daughter Neltharia, I like that." Obsidrion smiled at his mate before replying "I'm glad." And with the birth of his daughter, something came to Obsidrion. It would take years, likely millennia, but the Black Dragonflight would recover from this tragedy, and it would return stronger than ever before, once Deathwing and his mad followers were swept away. As long as uncorrupted black dragons still existed, they were not lost yet, and on Obsidrion's watch, the large dragon vowed, they never would be. The resurrection was beginning right in front of him and his mate, and that filled him with hope and determination, to see this war to its end, however far ahead in the future it lay.
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