Well, hello there! How have you been? Fine I hope n.n
Ok, this is the first of the 'Additional-Chapters' which focus on Varian's PoV of things (they may not all be written in Varian's PoV, but will definitely focus more on her), this one in specific, it's about Stormwind's fall during the first war.
So I guess you all have an idea of how this' gonna go from that, right? So let's read on!
Chapter's Warnings: Genderswap, little gore (I would say little violence actually), some lore-changes (explained at the end-notes), OCed cannon characters (also explained at the end-notes). and ultras-extreme fanatic of ors may fell somewhat offended in some parts (keep in mind this is during the time of demon-corrupted, blood-thirsty orcs).
Disclaimer: The lore belongs to Blizzard, all the rest is mine.
Additional-Chapter I: Varian's Pain.
"The King was pacing from one side of the room to another. He needed to do something; otherwise he would barge through that door and see what was going on.
His wife, the Queen, was giving birth.
For Llane this was a very stressful moment. His wife Airline has already been pregnant twice before this one, one was a miscarriage and the other a stiff born; so even if he prayed for the safety of both his wife and child, he couldn't help but fear the worst.
Sited on a chair near the door, his mother was with her hands closed in a silent prayer; and standing rigid in a corner, Sir Anduin Lothar watched his King with concern.
The thick wood double-doors that separated them from the delivery room did nothing to silence the Queen's pained screams, and it made the tension on the air all the more unbearable.
The night passed away slowly and it was a torture for the King, but when the sunrise came, silence fell upon the.
There was no screaming, no crying, nothing, and Llane felt his heart on his throat for all it lasted.
After minutes that felt like years, the muffled sound of an infant's cry reached their ears, and relief and joy swept through their systems.
Queen-mother Varia got up and embraced her son, and Sir Lothar relaxed his posture, giving his King a warm smile.
"Your majesty…" the sound of the doors opening and the voice of one of the priestess interrupted them, and Llane rushed inside the other room.
Inside, lying on the bed looking exhausted, his wife was holding a tiny bumble covered in white clothes.
Pride was already swiping through the King's body, and he didn't even know how his heir looked like, or what it was.
Llane reached the bed and sat besides his wife, hugging her and placing a kiss on her sweaty forehead, and looked down to what she was holding.
The baby was tiny, it's face was chubby and red, a little mop of dark brown hair was seen on top of its head, and it was still covered in blood and fluids.
And it was the most beautiful thing Llane has ever seen.
"It's a girl" his wife said while reluctantly passing the baby to one of the priestess, so they could wash it.
Llane smiled and hugged his wife tighter, he didn't care about the baby's gender, he never did, he just wanted it to be healthy.
Her. He has a daughter, and she is healthy.
Once the baby was clean and in his arms, he called for his mother and one of the priestess went to look for her.
The Queen-mother immediately neared her first grandchild, stopping only to place a comforting hand on her daughter-in-law's shoulder, she most of all knew what she just went through.
"This is your granddaughter" Llane said showing her the little baby, to the joy of the elder woman.
Varia looked with love at the infant nestled between the covers and her son's arms.
She was glad for the child's well-being and she knew her family would love her no matter what, but she also knew about politics and that the lords of the Kingdom would prefer a prince over a princess.
"Son…" she called, it was a pity to ruin such a joyful moment with such ridiculous things, but they had to.
A King's life was not his own, and he should always do what was best for the Kingdom.
"No" Llane said, he already knew what she wanted to talk about "I don't need any more children"
"Love…" his wife said, holding on to his arm.
Pregnancy has been difficult and labor was painful, and both have endangered her and the child's life, but as a Queen, Airline also knew what was needed.
"She is enough" he didn't wanted his wife to endanger her life again, not just so the nobles would have their preferred heir to the throne "She is perfect"
"The House of Nobles would pressure to get a prince" his mother said, she wanted Llane to really understand what it meant to have a female ruling a Kingdom "It won't be easy for her"
"I know she can do it" maybe it was asking too much from a new born, but his daughter would have the best role model she could get "I knew she'll become a great ruler just like you are, mother"
When his father, King Adamant Wrynn III die, he has still been too young to take the throne, and during the time it took him to get ready for the responsibilities, his mother have taken over the government of the Kingdom, and she had done an excellent job at keeping it safe and prosper.
Varia smiled, she still had her doubts about this, but she knew her son was not about to change his mind. She just hoped her granddaughter would have an easier time than she did.
"You'll do great" the King whispered to his daughter "My sweet, little Varian"
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"Everything is going to be fine" she heard her mother said while caressing her hair.
They were waiting on the Royal Quarters, her mother, grandmother and her, while her father dealt with the matters at hand.
The enemy has surrounded their city.
The room was mostly silent, except for the occasional word of reassurance her mother told her to keep her calm. Varian didn't know if she said those things to calm her or to calm herself.
Her grandmother, on the other hand, was silent, deadly silent, and her hands were closed in a prayer. She has learned from an early age that that could not mean something good.
She, on her part, was restless.
Being imprisoned here in the Royal Quarters was torture, she'd never liked to be limited to the same room for hours, and all that was going on outside the room's walls just made it worse.
She wanted to be besides her father, she wanted to know what was happening. Maybe she could be of some help.
But Llane has ordered her to stay here, said that she would be safe here in case anything happened.
Varian snorted at that. What could possibly happen?
Stormwind was impenetrable, her father has said so, and all the soldiers would fight to their last breath to defend the city.
There was nothing the orcs could do to change that.
She felt her mother's arms get tighter around her body, and she turned her head around to look at her.
Airline gave her a little smile and kissed her on the top of her head, rocking her a little on her arms, just like she did whenever she was sick or sad.
She snuggled a little closer to her mother's warm figure. This was a nightmare, she thought, she wanted to know what was going on!
The door crack open, getting the attention of all three of them, and in came an elderly man clad in heavy armor with a golden lion belt-buckle that was twice the size of Varian's hand.
"Sir Lothar" her mother said, surprised to see the man here, loosening a little the hold she had on her.
Last they heard, Lothar was on an special mission to Karazhan, have left to check the rumors of Medivh's, Llane's court wizard and friend, supposed treachery; so the fact that he was here could either mean something good or bad.
Or both.
"Anduin!" once the shock of seeing him have passed, Varian jumped off of her mother's lap and ran up to the older man, hugging his legs –which was as far as she could reach- and smiling up to him.
"Hey there, little one" he smiled softly back at her, but worry still laced his features, and he gently pushed her away from him and walked closer to the women in the room.
Varian stayed behind while the adults talked, paying close attention to all they said.
It hurt a little to know that Medivh have indeed betrayed them, she knew her father would take this news the harder, he have trusted in the wizard all this long and never believed in what was said about him.
It was, indeed, something tragic, and his death didn't really solve anything.
"…It shouldn't be long now. The King is meeting with Garona while we speak, hopefully they…" her interest perked right back up at hearing the orc's ambassador's name.
Being completely honest, Garona was the only 'orc' Varian has ever personally known, and even then she was only half orc.
Truth be told, she liked her quite alright. She was strong and skilled and has told her a few tricks about throwing knives that have come in handy way too many times not to be appreciated.
Llane trusted Garona, and that was already enough to do so too.
While Lothar kept talking to her mother and grandmother about the situation outside the city's gates and said that it would be best for them to evacuate the Keep, Varian looked back at the open door, having a hard time deciding whether to leave the three adults talking and sneak out or to stay put as she'd been told to do.
It…shouldn't be a problem; she just wanted to see her father.
So, with a promise to apologize to Anduin once it was all over, she left the Royal Quarters and headed to the Throne Room.
She passed several servants and guards on the halls, all of them surely recognized her, but they either thought nothing of her or were not fast enough to catch her.
Reaching the Throne Room, she heard voices talking, so she opened the door quietly, just enough to see what was happening on the other side, and stayed silent.
"…by nightfall. Until then, the Blackrock clan will be trying to take the eastern wall" that was Garona talking, and what she said made fear rise in Varian.
She didn't know how the city's defenses were holding up, but she did know the army that they counted with right now was not nearly enough to break a siege from all the orc clans combined.
"We will hold until the reinforcement come" the voice of her father resounded loud and clear through the Throne Room "As long as men with stout hearts are manning the walls and throne, Stormwind will hold" his words were firm, filled with pride and security, and they made whoever heard them feel reassured of what fate held for them.
Varian smiled and was about to made her presence know, when her gaze fell upon Garona.
The half orc had her lips pressed in a tight line, her hands were holding with such force her unsheathed daggers it must be painful, and a single tear dropped from her iris-less eyes.
"The orc leaders agree with your assessment" the movement happened too fast, and Varian was only able to scream once it was too late.
The daggers pierced through her father's chest as if it were made of paper, and blood poured out of the wound in ribbons of crimson.
Llane's pained scream was almost silent, or at least not as loud as Varian's own, and his eyes glanced at her direction before his body fell to the floor.
She ran to him, calling his name and shacking him once she reached him, the tears in her eyes blurring her vision and falling down on his motionless face.
The sound of steps going backwards had her turning back to face her father's murderer.
Garona was standing not too far from her, one of her daggers had fallen to the floor and the other was still dripping blood. On her left hand she held the bleeding heart of Stormwind's King.
Something Varian would never forget, and never quite understand either, was her face. It was emotionless. Blank. As if she was unable to have any feelings at all, except for the tears running down her cheeks.
Varian sucked in her breath and didn't move while the half orc looked down on her, and they stayed like that for a couple of seconds till the sound of the door being barged open and of armored footsteps broke the silence.
Garona bolted right out of the room, meeting the guards that have entered head-on, and she went back to her father.
She shook him, called for him, and did anything she could to wake him up. The logical part of her mind told her that it was useless, because he was not asleep, but she didn't wanted to believe it.
This has to be a dream, a nightmare, and illusion or something. This just simply couldn't be reality.
Strong arms surrounded her and pulled her against a plate-covered chest, and she was pushed away from her father and out of the room.
She trashed, kicked and fought against the arms imprisoning her, wanting to go back to her father. She didn't want to leave him.
Lothar tightened his hold on the little princess, feeling frustration and impotency starting to overwhelm him. And Varian was not making this any easier.
His sense of pride and loyalty told him that he should bring a swift death to the traitor that have murderer his king, but he couldn't. The royal family needed to be taken to safety, and he'll feel much better if he saw to it himself.
"Take her" he passed the girl to her mother, who'll have a better chance to calm her down than he did.
Varia and Airline followed him without looking back, and without asking any question. There was no point in doing so anyway. They already knew what had happened.
"Shh, it's ok, everything's going to be ok" the Queen tried to calm her daughter, who kept fighting against the restrictions.
But for every step that took them away from the Throne Room, Varian's strength decreased till she was just hopelessly crying on her mother's shoulder.
She closed her eyes tight, trying to force the images of her father's death off of her mind, but that was all she could see.
The daggers, the blood, Llane's face and Garona's tears. It all kept playing on her mind over and over.
Soon they were out of the Keep, she could tell by the wind and the smell of smoke, and she could hear Lothar saying that they needed to reach the ports.
But something happened, something neither of them was expecting. An explosion of some sort came from their right, close enough to her mother and her that they were pushed back from the force of it, and Airline lost her hold on her.
Varian hit the ground full force, and she allowed herself to regain her breath before getting back up. Once she opened her eyes, however, she wished she had been knock unconscious by the fall.
The city that surrounded her, the same city that has seen her been born and saw her grow up all this years, the city she called home, her city, was burning.
Buildings were consumed by flames, windows shattered from the heat and smoke raised to the sky accompanied by screams she couldn't see whom they belonged to.
She stood there petrified, wondering how much time had actually passed since the events in the Throne Rooms, and how much longer would it take till everything she has ever known ended up like this.
From between the flames, she saw a figure nearing. Too muscular to be a human, too covered in ashes and blood not it's own.
She looked at it, and eventually it looked at her. Eyes glowing red looked at her for a moment, and she breathed in deeply, not really feeling panic as she wasn't really feeling anything at the moment.
Soon the orc came charging at her and the only thing she managed to do was open her eyes a little wider, in the back of her mind knowing what was coming but not being able to react.
That was not how it ended, however, because someone got in the middle of her and the orc.
Her mother had screamed her name and shielded her from the upcoming blow with her body, doing her best to restrain the orc's movements holding tightly to his weapon, even though the first blow she took should have ended her life.
Varian had wanted to scream, to help her mother in some way, but she couldn't order her body to move. She couldn't do anything, she was of no use. She was just a hopeless child that managed to make everything worst.
It didn't took long for the orc to get rid of the Queen's body, but judging by his expression and angered growl, it had took longer than he had liked, and he threw it aside like a dirtied rag.
Airline's body hit the ground and her blood splattered around it, some drops landing on her daughter's face, being the thing that finally made her react.
The princess of Stormwind screamed, but not out of fear or panic, but out of rage and anger. Had anyone else heard it, they would have called it an animalistic growl, one that if left to grow old enough it would become a war cry that would strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.
And it would have a chance to grow, she would have a change to grow, Lothar will make sure of that.
In a quick movement he disposed of the orc, swinging his sword with as much strength as he has, letting some of his own frustration and anger go in that one blow that chopped off the beast head.
"¡Take her!" he ordered the Queen-mother, pushing the little girl away from her mother's corpse and into her arms "¡We need to reach the ports before…!"
"The path is blocked" Varia interrupted the warrior while holding her granddaughter with force, who was again fighting against her restrains.
The explosions from earlier that had sunken this part of the city in flames had destroyed the bridge that they needed to go through to get to the harbor, and to reach the nearest one they had to go through the burning buildings.
Both adults looked at each other for a while, asking the other what they should do now. The only possible way to scape Lothar knew was not a viable path, it required more risk than they could afford to take.
"I know a way" the older woman said getting up from her crouched position, Varian still trashing in her arms "Follow me"
Lothar nodded and sheathed his sword, and both headed to where they came from.
Once reaching the Keep, the Queen-mother did her best to avoid the Throne Room and walked to the Royal Quarters.
Compered to before, the place was practically deserter. A few soldiers and servants still came and go around the halls, but they paid no mind to them. They should, they regret not to, but they couldn't.
"Hold her" Varia passed her granddaughter, who had once again calmed down, to the elderly man.
She started searching the wall. She knew there was a hidden passage that leads to the mountains behind Northshire here somewhere, but she couldn't remember where exactly.
She had only seen it once, back when Adamant and her where just kids that liked to fool around and hide from their tutors.
After some time she found the stone that opened the passage and was about to push it when they heard a scream resounding from the entrance of the Keep.
"¡Go!" she told Lothar, opening the path and pushing him inside it "Follow it straight to the exit, the family in the other side will help you from there"
Lothar looked at her for a moment, understanding what she had implied with that, and she smiled reassuringly at him, even though fear was shining on her eyes.
Varia took a step closer to her granddaughter, caressing her hair and placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head, gaining Varian's attention.
"I love you, sweetheart" she said and closed the passage.
'No' Varian watched her grandmother turn around and leave before the wall got close, and for the third time that day she felt the rage and hurt overtake her "¡NO!" she screamed once the wall was close, fighting against the arms that kept her restrained.
Lothar tried his best to keep her steady, but the little girl was fighting against him with a force he didn't thought she had, screaming all the while at the top of her lungs.
He considered himself a patience man, but right now his patience was running out, and for every struggle the child made, the feeling of failure grew.
He has failed to prevent this war; he has failed to foresee Medivh's and Garona's treachery; he has failed to protect his King, his dear friend Llane; he has failed his Queen and Queen-mother.
He has failed his kingdom, his friend and his rulers, and if Varian kept yelling like that, he would fail her too.
"Forgive me, child" he whispered in her ear and with a strong hit to the back of her head, he knock her unconscious.
Varian's world became dark, and she dreamed of her family.
She dreamed of her grandmother and how she always got mad when she didn't pay attention at the church. She dreamed of her father and all the stories he told her to make her sleep. She dreamed of her mother and how she'll always get worry whenever she picked up her training sword, but how she would always smile.
She dreamed about fire and blood, about a biting heart and tears, about red eyes and red-stained cloths, and about darkness and smiles.
When she woke up, she no longer felt the rage coursing through her veins. They were outside and the last rays of sun were illuminating the place.
Lothar put her down once he realized she was awake, and he went to meet the three people that came out of the little farm that overlooked the falls.
She didn't pay attention to them; instead she walked to the edge of the cleft and looked down on Northshire, wandering if they had suffered the same fate of Stormwind.
Behind her, Lothar was talking to the family that lived there, telling them that they should leave this place immediately and discussing about the fastest way to warn both Redridge and Westfall.
She hears them say something about an orphanage and a little port that they could go to, but she wasn't really listening. All her attention was on the city that lay behind the mountains.
If there's still a city there, that is.
She had left everything there. Her cloths, her training sword, her toys, her books…She had left her family there.
Her father, mother and grandmother laid there death, or worse. And she was here unable to do anything about it, unable to change a single thing.
She wanted to be back there with them. It was too much to let go and she couldn't do it.
Varian took one step forward and the ground disappeared beneath her feet. But she didn't fall; two strong arms prevented her to.
"¡No, my child! No, my child" Lothar said, desperation and anguish on his voice, and Varian looked down on the raging waters bellow, only now realizing what could have happened "It's not worth it"
The man's words made her chest hurt, and the tear ran freely down her cheeks.
"It's gone" she said, voice barely over a whisper "Everything's just…lost"
She felt the man shake his head against her and his own tears falling on her shoulder, and she realized this was the first time she had heard Lothar cry.
"The kingdom is not lost, my child" he said slowly, tightening his hold around her "Stormwind is not on the building and the bridges. It's not on the towers and the fields"
Varian looked up to the sky, over the mountains and the rising smoke, and watched the sun disappear in the distance.
"Stormwind is on her people, it's on you" he turned her around and graved her shoulders, forcing her to look at her "As long as you're alive, as long as there's a Wrynn on the throne, Stormwind will never fall"
He cupped her face and kissed her softly on the forehead, and she hugged him, crying freely on his shoulder.
And over the sounds of the burning city and falling water, Varian could hear a wolf howling at the rising moons.
To be continued…
So? What you think? I seriously hope you have liked it n.n
So, ok, explanations:
OCed Character: What I mean with this is, because of some characters that are in no way explained in the lore, but that exist in the lore, to use them I had to 'invent them' myself. This are they cases of both Varian's mother and grandmother.
It is cannon that Varian was named after his grandmother, Varia, and that his mother was a noble from what's now know as Darkshire (can't remember the origuinal name), but other than that, you know nothing of them, so everything that you saw of them here, it's my invention.
You do know that Adamant Wrynn III, Llane's father and Varian's grandfather, die shortly after the orc's first exploration to Azeroth (around 10 years before the first war, in old lore time-line), and that's when Llane's crowned. What I did here, was give a little time spam between those two things (a year, two years tops) where the Kingdom's rule came down to the Queen, Varia.
And about Llane's wife, well, you know basically nothing of her, you don't even know her name. So, besides giving her a name (Airline, which I found on a random name generator for characters in wow xD), I gave her all those little facts about her. Like her difficulties with pregnancy and the fact that she had already lost two babies before having Varian (which is again my idea).
Lore Changes: Well. I think I mostly kept in lore here. Time-lines, as I said before, are based on the old Warcraft lore (the one you saw in games and early novels/comics).
The only mayor change I can admit to doing here, is the way Lothar and Varian escaped from Stormwind. To my shame, I must admit I forgot how exactly did they escaped while writhing this, and not counting with internet at the time and place, I just did this.
Why I did it like this? Well, since Cata-WoW and flying mounts on Azeroth, I came to love this little house/farm that was hidden between the mountains behind Northshire, in Elwyn Forest. And I always wondered what was the point of that little, deserted house there, so while trying to come up with a way for Lothar and Varian to leave Stormwind, I remembered that little house and I decided to give it a propose myself =)
Then later, when I was able to search for the actual way they escape, I already liked this whole idea and I thought to myself: "Hell, I already made Varian a girl, what's the harm?", so yeah, that's it xD
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