Chapter 2: Bad News
It was early night as Draggo prepared to venture out to the meeting. He was wearing Dragon's Might, the might armor of his clan. It was darkish blue color with intricate dragon designs delicately carved into the metal. The gauntlets and boots resembled the paws of dragons, claws and all. The hauberk appeared to be the scaly under belly of a dragon. In the center was the symbol of his clan, a Dragon's head with two crossing swords behind it. His huge shoulder pads were shaped as dragon heads with glowing blue eyes. The helm also resembled the top half of a dragon's head with two slots where the eyes would be for the bearer of the armor to look through, although Draggo didn't wear his helmet most of the time, he simply strapped it to his belt and only wore it in desperate situations.
He had also equipped his weapons, Dragon Strike and Dragon Guard. Dragon Strike was a beautiful sword crafted by some of the most brilliantly blacksmith's to ever live. It's color matched the midnight blue armor Dragon's Might. It's blade was long, thick, and as sturdy as diamond. It was decorated with dragon designs similar to the armor and bore the Dragonblade insignia in the middle. The hilt was a vicious looking Dragon head with it's mouth wrapped around the blade, fangs and all. It's eye glowed blue with mystic gems. Where the dragon's mouth met the blade, two large wings jutted from either side as hand guards. The pommel of the sword was a glowing blue gem fabled to contain a dragon's spirit within. The blade also had the ability to be split into two blades.
Dragon's Guard was another great work. It was an enhanced version of the Dragonblade insignia. It was a large shield, covering Draggo's entire back and then some. The Dragon's eye's held gems similar to that of the gems in Dragon Strike. Dragon's Might, Dragon Strike, and Dragon Guard were alll mystically enchanted said to grant the wearer the strength of a full fledged dragon.
"Father please let me come with you." pleaded Draggar as his father walked past him.
"No Draggar. I respect your courage but something big is happening. You may be a very capable warrior but something about this… You're in over your head…Stay here with your mother and sister I will return by tomorrow." Draggo said as he hopped on top of Frostwing.
"But father if it is something this big you will need all the help you can get!" Draggar begged.
"Draggar, we will be perfectly capable on our own. Please do not push me. Stay here." Draggo said, his voice becoming slightly more intense. With that he waved goodbye and soared into the skies.
"If only I knew where he was going…" grumbled Draggar.
"Don't even think about it Draggar… I know you're just as bold and adventurous as your father, but you're also just as reckless. Now come inside, It's getting chilly." said Kanaya as she walked her son to the cabin.
The meeting was being held in the Alterac Mountains at a former battleground. The Horde and Alliance forces met in the middle of a former war zone. Leading the Horde was Thrall, Cairne Bloodhoof, Sylvanas Windrunner, and Lor'themar Theron. At the head of the Alliance group was Varian Wyrnn, Magni Bronzebeard, Tyrande Whisperwind, and Velen. Apparently worried of an ambush, the Alliance had not only brought their greatest heroes, but some reinforcments as well. Among the Horde, Draggo had met up with his old friends, the leaders of the Wrathchild. Wrathchild was a guild within the Horde formed by several companions who had become great warriors of the Horde and were well respected through the lands. They were originally a small group of just them, but they branched out and recruited many more warriors, though the leaders are always referred to as 'the' Wratchildren. These members include Fenron, a tauren druid that was Draggo's childhood friend, Crether, a Forsaken rogue who had aided Draggo in his journeys, and Drek'val, a troll shaman that had swore his life to Draggo after being saved by the orc. The Wratchildren marched boldly towards the Alliance fleet.
"What is it you want, Horde?" snarled Varian. He didn't seemed very pleased to have been called out to the mountains by his enemy.
"I swear I mean the Alliance no harm in this act." Thrall said as peacefully as possible.
"Then what is it ye be wanting from us then?" barked Bronzebeard.
"I realize we have had our differences but there is a threat coming that is forcing us to put our differences aside." Thrall stated.
"I'm am being forced by nothing. Get to the point. Why have you called me and my heroes here." Varian Wyrnn hissed.
" Very well." growled a slightly angered Thrall. "I have come to warn the Alliance of the approach of none other than Sargeras, The Destroyer of Worlds."
Gasps and whispers broke out amongst both sides. Even Draggo was shocked. The Demon Lord was coming here, to Azeroth! It was inconceivable.
"From where did you obtain this knowledge?" Asked a more curious rather the rude Varian.
"Do not listen to his treachery Varian! This is absurd!" grumbled Bronzebeard.
"No Bronzebeard…This subject is not something to be taken lightly. The Horde would not come up with something this…outrageous, unless they were serious…Hear him out." proposed Velen.
"The Titans spoke to me… They warned me of his approach and told me to gather the mightiest warriors of Azeroth…Alliance included." Thrall said in a deep tone.
"What!? The Titan's spoke to you!?" hollered Bronzebeard.
"Indeed…and told me to gather the warriors here…tonight…" said Thrall in a mysterious tone. Before anyone else could make any outburst's a bright light burst from the heavens, cascading on all within the mountains. An indescribable voice echoed throughout the valley.
"Warriors of Azeroth, heed my call! I am Aman'thul, The Highfather of the Pantheon!" said Aman'thul through the light. "Thrall speaks the truth. Sargeras is coming…and he will destroy your world unless you stop it."
"Why must we stop it? You are the Pantheon, why can't you do it? Sargeras was one of you, you should have to deal with it not us!" yelled an infuriated human. Similar outburst broke out from both sides against the Titan. Suddenly the air become thick and the voice become the pure essence of anger striking fear into the boldest soldiers.
"Silence mortals! You can not begin to understand the ways of the Pantheon! By merely intervening in this affair we are jeopardizing the very fabric of your world!" called the voice. "Listen to my words. You must put your petty differences aside! Sargeras is coming and neither of us can stop him alone. You must summon your mightiest warriors and defend yourselves against this threat for there will harbingers of his arrivals…And they shall be arriving in your world shortly. Wait, and we shall aid you in your fight against the The Destroyer…" called the voice in an ominous tone. Then just as suddenly as it appeared, the entity dissipated within the skies.
The forces of the Horde and the Alliance stood in shock and awe trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was this really the end of their world? How could they stand up against a force as immense and immeasurable as Sargeras?
Before anyone had time to react an immensely large black mass erupted from the ground and black rays of darkness swirled through the air around it. Both the Horde and Alliance readied their weapons.
"What sorcery is this Horde!?" yelled Tyrande.
"I assure you this is not our doing" Thrall shouted fearing that there was only one option left...