So here's a new one shot for you all! This one shot focuses on the backstory of a new character that will soon be introduced in Broken Wings, along with a little bit of a hint on Wrath's story! Hope you all enjoy! Just a little note about this chapter; it is Not meant to be humorous, but I promise that the next one I release will be humorous!
Lifelong Friends
It was in the middle of Silvermoon Market, a day just like any other. A young blonde haired elf had decided to fetch some things, specifically a bar of chocolate to sneak into his room for after dinner, before his daily lesson in language and politics, only to end up on the ground with a twisted ankle thanks to a rather large crack in the pavement that the boy had failed to notice.
As the blonde haired elf hissed in pain, attempting to nurse his ankle as person after person passed him by, not bothering to even acknowledge his presence.
Suddenly a hand appeared in front of his face. The elf glanced up to find a boy his age with long, raven black, hair had noticed his plight and had dropped his basket of produce in order to lend him a hand. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." The blonde elf replied as the black haired elf gingerly lead him over to a nearby bench, helping the blonde elf into a sitting position. Who are you?"
"Oh my name isn't important." The black haired boy waved it off with a wide grin, waving his hand dismissively.
"Okay I guess. Why did you come to help me though? I didn't hurt myself that badly." The blonde elf said, finally taking the time to gaze down at his leg. True to what he had said, only the smallest of bruises was beginning to show. A few minutes at a healer and he would be as good as new.
"Well I want to be a knight!" The black haired elf exclaimed proudly, batting a clenched fist against his chest in a mock salute. "And knights do everything they can to help people!"
The blonde elf laughed, sticking his hand out, which the black haired elf took in a firm handshake. "Thanks."
"The guard captain came by today." A weary looking elven woman said with exhaustion etched in her face as a man roughly her age sat across from her, his own face seemingly set in a permenant frown. "He said that he and a few of his men found our son, along with that new friend of his sneaking around in the palace. Nearly gave King Sunstrider an aneurysm."
"I don't like him... Every time those two meet up our family name is disgraced by their antics! He's a bad influence on our son and you know it!" The man accused, pointing a finger at the shadow covered doorway which lead out into the city.
"What do you recommend then dear? It's not like we can stop our son from having a life, he's only a child..." The woman sighed, taking a sip from the glass before her. "You know as well as I do that in order to be a successful member of the magisters, our son will need all the social connections he can get in-..."
"Dalaran!"
The woman's brows furrowed in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"The Mage city of Dalaran. We could send him there!" The man exclaimed as if he had just announced the birth of the next hair to the throne, though the sullen expression etched on his face never faded.
"You want to send our son to another Kingdom?!" The woman asked, a sudden anger overtaking her as her husband put a hand out in front of him, signaling her to let him continue, which she did reluctantly.
"It's what is best for him. You and I both know it." The man explained with a small shrug. "In order for him to become an official court magister he would have to go there for training eventually either way."
"...Very well." The woman muttered after a few tense minute of consideration. She could not argue with her husband's logic. It would just mean that the boy would be in Dalaran for a few extra years. "We should go and tell him I suppose."
"No. Say nothing. I don't want him knowing until the day he leaves. It's best that way." The man explained, earning a nod from the woman ajacent from him before they both returned to their previous tasks.
Unbeknownst to either, a small blonde haired elf took just beyond the doorway, tears in his eyes.
A young blonde haired elf sighed as he withdrew yet another book from a pile that lay beside him, using a pinch of magic to will the book to open to the proper page, silently scanning the text as he absentmindedly began to play with his golden locks.
Shortly afterwards a small knock was heard at the door. Without even glancing in the direction of the door, the blonde haired elf focused his power into the wooden structure, causing it to open on it's own, revealing a frail man in a robe.
"Sir? I've brought news which may interest you." The frail man said as he shuffled into the room, a broad smile plastering his face.
"Oh?" The blonde elf asked as he turned to face the man with a look of curiosity dancing in his eyes.
"Your friend has passed his trails. He will be made an official Paladin of the Silver Hand at the end of the month." The frail man announced with the usual amount of sophistication in his voice that was expected in Dalaran, no matter the news. "You've been personally invited to attend the ceremony."
"That-.. That's fantastic!" The young elf said as he jumped to his feet, nearly knocking over the large column of books that stood beside him in the process. "Confirm my attendance immediately. I'll be there."
"And with that we welcome the newest Paladin into the order of the Silver Hand!" A grey haired human announced as he placed his holy blade upon the shoulder of a raven haired elf dressed in white and golden armor, followed by a chorus of cheers and a torrent of clapping from all those in attendance.
A blonde elf in an elegant red robe was the first to reach the black haired elf, who rose and gave a smile when he saw the other elf approaching.
"Congratulations my friend." The blonde haired elf said as he placed his hand on the other elf's shoulder where the holy blade had rested not 15 seconds beforehand. He could still feel the residual Light dancing on the surface of his friend's shoulder plate.
"Thank you." The black hair elf nodded. "For everything."
"What do you mean he's missing?!" The blonde haired elf yelled as he brought his fist against a wall, nearly knocking an expensive looking painting from it's perch in the process.
"I-I'm sorry sir! He lead the other Paladins in a last stand against the Scourge forces." A shaken soldier cried, nearly bringing his shield up to block whatever the other elf was capable of. "They were escorting a group of civilians to safety, that's all I know!"
The blonde cursed loudly and brought his hand against a vase, knocking it across the room, the fragile ornament landing in several different pieces across the room in a small pile.
Just then a shrill cry came from outside, bringing both elves to full alert. "Survivors! Survivors at the town gates!"
The blonde elf ran out of the room in a moment. By the time the soldier had caught up, the blonde elf had already found the group, charging up to the leader of the group, a beaten and bruised merchant.
"You!... Were you being escorted by a band of Paladins?!" The blonde elf asked as the merchant, who appeared as if he had already seen more than enough hell in his his life, visibly shrank back.
"No sir... We found a way to move behind the Scourge's main force..." The merchant explained, pointing at a small path down the road that was nearly completely concealed in the shadows of the trees, running parallel to the main road. "We took the back path there."
"But... Never? You never saw any other living elves during your escape?" The blonde elf asked, the hope draining from his voice with each and every word he uttered.
"No... I'm sorry..."
"This is your last chance. We've tried curses and basic fire magic, and both concepts seem to slip through your fingers like dust." A rough voiced elf said as he stood over a blonde elf surrounded by strange creatures, all only a foot tall, dancing in an aura of fire. "However... Your ability to summon demons is rather impressive."
The blonde elf glanced up at the other elf, a look of determination in his eyes.
"If you can summon a voidwalker properly then we will accept you as one of us, and you will get proper training in accordance with your talents." The gruff elf explained, tossing a small purple crystal to the blonde elf before stepping back.
Using all of his focus, all of his magic, the blonde elf began to chant. Chant in a language which just a few months previous he had little, to any knowledge of. But now spoke it like master, hitting each word spot on. Or at least almost. In the final words of the chant he slipped up.
With a sudden rush of dark energy, the blonde elf brought his hands up into the air, and with a cry of adrenalin, he brought them back down, forming a small portal from which a strange large creature suddenly leapt, immediately diving onto one of the many men surrounding the blonde elf.
"No! F-Felhunter! RUN!"
The sounds of screaming and flesh being torn echoed throughout the massive dark chamber for what felt like an eternity. One by one the robed men were felled around the blonde elf, all victims to the massive felhunter's fangs.
It was over in less than a minute. None of the men had been had even stood a fraction of a chance against the demon, who was happily ripping the flesh from the gruff voiced man, swallowing chunks of muscle.
The blonde elf finally willed himself to open his eyes, and while what he saw had horrified him, disgusted him, at first, as he continued to stare, he could not but help but to marvel at the creature he had summoned.
Slowly, he picked himself up off of the ground and began to draw closer and closer to the demon, his outstretched hand nearing the beast. "Um, hi..."
At first the Felhunter began to growl, baring it's teeth at the the blonde elf. It did not attack however, which prompted the elf to draw closer and closer. With each step that the man took the demon growled.
However the Felhunter never lunged for him.
His hand finally made contact with the demon's head, the Felhunter giving a strange sound in response as it looked up at the blonde elf, who gave the demonic beast a warm genuine smile.
"I think I'll call you Carcharoth..."
"So... 'Wrath Duskblade' eh?" The blonde elf chuckled as he swirled his recently cooled glass of fresh Dalaran Red, bringing the cup up to his lips slowly, savoring the gentle burn of the alcohol as it slithered down his throat.
"Mhmm..." A raven haired elf nodded in response, his eyes trained down on the floating city below, various adventurers of both the Grand Alliance and the Horde milling about the city in harmony.
"May I ask what's wrong with your old name? Your Real name?" The blonde haired elf asked, crossing his arms as his wine glass began to float in midair, suspended by some type of strange magic.
"The old me wouldn't have done the things I've done..." The black haired elf replied without bothering to glance over at his friend, who only gave a small the,bs up and a cheeky smile.
"True. But the old you couldn't ice my drinks!" He explained, the grin never disappearing from his face as he did so, eliciting a chuckle from the black haired elf as a result.
"True enough."
"Your foolish crusade ends here mortals. The Legion comes, and with it this world breaths it's dying breath!" A massive Eredar giant yelled as it charged into battle with a group of the various races of Azeroth, all wielding every conceivable power that they could muster against the demon lord.
Felfire clashed against arcane energy. Truesteel clashed with demonic metal.
On a nearby platform an elf garbed in black and purple armor, with a hood over his head glanced over to a blonde elf clothed in purple and white robes. He gave a small chuckle as a massive amount of runic energy began to swirl around him. "You ready to face the end of the world?"
The blonde elf chuckled, fel energy flaring up around him much in the same way the runic power was surrounding his friend. His friend that he had fought so many struggles with. "I thought you'd never ask."
Hope you all enjoyed it! As I stated before the character will be appear in the main story eventually but I just couldn't resist putting this out here for a bit of a preview now! Thanks for reading! Have a great day!