Chapter 6: Love Isn't in the Air
Tirion Fordring was a hair away from slicing Darius's head in two. But that hair made all of the difference. Tirion put his last effort into that slice, confident in his swordsmanship. He was surprised by his miss, which gave Darius enough time to strike. This was interrupted by another swordsman.
Nordelei had no idea what he was doing. He just attacked. He was taken by something. Compassion. It felt as if he didn't agree with the Lich King. But that was impossible. Arthas knew all. He was the ruler of Northrend. The leader of them all. Nordelei had always trusted the Lich King. It was almost as if something clicked inside his mind…
Nordelei awoke from his thoughts, tripping over a rock. To be more precise, his Deathcharger mount tripped over a rock. They were in Durotar, trying to get to Orgrimmar as fast as his mount's hooves could take them. He was remembering what had happened to lead him here…
"NO!" Darius screamed. Every death knight had already lost to their respective opponents, and Darius was the last one to lose. They had killed all of the Scarlet soldiers in the battle, all of the villagers had been killed when they had destroyed the town, and there were only a few death knights and a few Scarlet priests left. Tirion sent a spell at all of the death knights, stunning them.
"Stop!" Tirion Fordring said very loudly, "Why are we fighting?"
"Because our King commands us!" Nordelei said. He could move his mouth just enough to make out sounds.
"You really think he thought that you could defeat us?" Tirion Fordring continued, "He sent you in, outnumbered. I scanned you, and most of you haven't even achieved the 60th level! The other priests and I are higher than high! We broke the meter! You can't honestly believe that he thought you would win!"
That is when the memories flooded back. The memories of Silvermoon came back to him. He remembered the battle with the Scourge. He remembered being a paladin. And more importantly, he remembered the Horde. He had betrayed them…
He stopped outside of the gates of the Horde capital. It was decorated with hearts and other pink frilly decorations. The Love Is in the Air festival had begun. He walked into the city, followed by being pelted with apples. The guards were not happy to see a death knight waltzing into their city. Nordelei rode to the center of the city, apples stuck on his armor, riding into the warchief's court. Thrall was sitting on his throne, negotiating things with a Goblin. The Goblin was probably just trying to sell Thrall something. He saw Nordelei, standing there, and stared at him with a questioning look.
"What is a servant of the Lich King doing in my court?" Thrall asked, not angry or upset, just curious.
"The Lich King. He is a liar. He betrayed us. Arthas cannot be trusted." Nordelei prayed that Thrall would allow Nordelei and the other previously Horde death knights rejoin the Horde.
Thrall thought to himself if allowing them into Orgrimmar would be a good idea. A Tauren ran into the court and whispered into Thrall's ear. The Tauren left as Thrall nodded. "Considering I have just gotten news that implies that the Lich King has lost most of his servants," he said, "You and your comrades can stay with the Horde." Nordelei sighed in relief. Things might go to plan for once. He looked back outside at the festival. He smiled, picked up a Love Is in the Air flyer, and walked to the Crown Chemical Co.'s booth.