Obsidian Dragonflight.

Part IV: Fury of the Storm.

The sky grew dark as they approached Searing Gorge, with ash clouds spreading outward from Blackrock Mountain. It was clear that Ragnaros was responsible, as the fields of Dun Morogh were flooded, the mountain range bordering Searing Gorge devoid of snow and the trees were burning from the falling ash.

"It looks so grim from up here," Jaina breathed as she rode behind Uther on Onyxia's back.

"It looks like the fire lord is wasting no time in burning everything within range." Uther replied.

"I smell burning flesh master," Onyxia growled.

It did not take long to find out where the smell came from. As they crossed the bordering mountains, they saw the Dark Iron outpost north of the Cauldron burning, the metal buildings glowing with heat and burned corpses visible from the air.

"May they rest in peace," Sylvanas said loudly.

"Looks like the shamans succeeded with the other elemental lords," Vereesa smiled.

Dotted around the lava-filled Cauldron, were hundreds of elemental minions engaged in a fierce war. It was clear as they continued flying south that the fire elementals were outnumbered by the water and wind elementals.

"But the Stonemother remains neutral, and her minions are not going to assist us." Uther sighed.

"YOU DARE TO INVADE MY DOMAIN! YOU DARE TO ALLY WITH WEAKER LORDS?" the mountain boomed. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME NOW?"

"We will not allow you to gain a foothold in this world!" Uther yelled, swooping Onyxia around the mountain over Burning Steppes. "This time you're going back to the elemental plane, not the molten core!"

"LIGHTBRINGER! THE WORLDBREAKER SENDS HIS REGARDS!" Ragnaros laughed from inside the mountain. "WE REACHED AN ACCORD OF OUR OWN!"

At that moment they saw the lava beginning to drain away from within the Cauldron, revealing a complete dragon skeleton. As they flew closer, Onyxia roared in anger.

"Brother!" she snarled.

"RISE NEFARIAN, RISE TO SERVE YOUR NEW MASTER!" Ragnaros bellowed, as the lava flowed into the skeleton.

The lava covered the skeleton, creating fiery skin around the bones, until the form of Nefarian was reborn from lava.

"I do not serve you fire lord!" Nefarian said in his droll tone, spreading his wings and lifting off the ground. "My father forgave you for killing me, and was pleased in my rebirth, do not mistake it for an accord."

"KILL THEM OR I WILL KILL YOU!" Ragnaros roared, spitting chunks of molten rock from the mountain.

"With pleasure," Nefarian roared, soaring toward Onyxia, his fiery eyes burning with renewed hatred.

"Master, let me take him!" Onyxia roared, avoiding Nefarian's claws as the two dragons flew past each other.

"Sylvanas, stay with Onyxia!" Uther yelled to his protégé, as Ysondre and Onyxia flew side by side. "Ysondre, take me to the base of the mountain!"

"Yes my lord," Ysondre said, as Uther and Sylvanas traded places on the dragons' backs.

"See you there!" Jaina smiled, leaping off Onyxia's back and floating down toward the ground.

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As Sylvanas settled on Onyxia's back, the reborn Nefarian dived at them, forcing them away from Ysondre, Vereesa and Uther.

"Dear sister, how foolish you were to ally with mortals!" Nefarian mocked. "What would mother think?"

"Hard to say, considering she's buried beneath the Twilight Highlands, under the remains of their bastion." Onyxia laughed. "Along with the Twilights Hammer!"

"Foolish mortals!" Nefarian roared, breathing fire at Sylvanas but Onyxia rolled to protect her. "Father has more allies that are yet to reveal themselves!"

"And we'll bury them as well when they show themselves!" Sylvanas mocked.

"Foolish high elf!" Nefarian laughed, slashing at Onyxia's torso.

The two dragons stopped swooping at each other and began clawing at each other in mid-air. Sylvanas held on until they broke apart, Onyxia getting as much space between her and Nefarian, before turning to face him again.

"I can't beat him, fire does not beat fire!" Onyxia hissed.

"Do you trust me?" Sylvanas said as she clung to Onyxia's scales.

"Yes mistress." She replied, swiping at Nefarian's wing as they passed each other again.

"Get ready and do exactly as I say!" Sylvanas called, having to yell as Nefarian smashed into them from the side and roared angrily.

Sylvanas focused on the Light energy that welled inside her, channelling it into her hands as she clung to Onyxia's back. She knew that Onyxia had been resurrected by the Light, and that the chance to channel the Light through her was possible.

"This may burn slightly!" Sylvanas called, channelling the Light into Onyxia, purging the former Obsidian dragon of the last things that made her Deathwing's daughter.

"Mistress!" she roared, feeling herself burning from the inside out.

"Now you die!" Nefarian roared, knocking Onyxia from the sky, causing them to crash near the destroyed Dark Iron outpost.

"Hold on!" Sylvanas hissed, continuing to channel the Light into Onyxia.

"Your pathetic healing will not work on a child of Deathwing!" Nefarian laughed, landing and watching as Onyxia's eyes closed. "Now there is only one child of the Worldbreaker and the Lightbringer's high elf bitch will die!"

"I am no longer a child of Deathwing!" Onyxia growled, slowly waking up and getting to her feet.

Onyxia's eyes were now glowing brilliant gold, and her body seemed to glow in the same warm light.

"I am the last true Obsidian dragon, you, father and mother all betrayed our flight's noble charge. May you find peace in the earth our father was charged to protect!" Onyxia snarled.

"Traitor!" Nefarian bellowed, breathing fire at Onyxia.

Sylvanas infront of Onyxia, her hands stretched out in front of her to protect herself from the dragon fire. When she did not feel the heat wash over her, she carefully opened her eyes. A wall of golden energy had encircled herself and Onyxia, and Nefarian's fire was merely glancing off it. Sylvanas scrambled on to Onyxia's back as she took flight again, followed by the fire-born Nefarian.

"How do you feel?" Sylvanas asked as they gained distance between them and Nefarian.

"More alive than ever!" Onyxia roared, sounding rather overjoyed. "I no longer feel afraid of my father, now I wish to bring him to peace, and see the Obsidian dragonflight restored to sanity!"

"Good, care to show him that?" Sylvanas asked, clinging to Onyxia's back as she turned sharply and charged toward Nefarian.

"Come to die sister?" Nefarian roared, breathing fire at her, but she flew up to avoid it.

"I'm no longer your sister!" Onyxia roared, opening her jaw and breathing golden fire at him.

As the Light fire hit Nefarian's lava skin, it seemed to solidify it and make him bellow in pain.

"You truly are dead!" Nefarian snarled, turning sharply again and diving for Sylvanas.

The clouds overhead turned darker and colder, but both dragons ignored the changes as they burned with their internal fire, Sylvanas noticed and looked around wildly.

"No son of Neltharion! You are dead!" Ysondre roared, soaring past as lightning struck Nefarian's solidified back.

Where it struck, the solidified lava exploded, leaving a small crater in the magma-dragon's body.

"Where's Uther and Vereesa?" Sylvanas called.

"Facing the Fire lord!" Ysondre replied. "Do you need help with this abomination?"

"Work together!" Sylvanas ordered, realising they were rapidly approaching Ironforge. "Turn east!"

"Yes mistress!" Onyxia growled, turning sharply, being followed by Ysondre and Nefarian.

"Run as fast as you can, death will find you!" Nefarian laughed, staying hot on their tail, smoke bellowing from his body.

Onyxia turned as more grey clouds formed over her head, Ysondre flew along side and they both faced the oncoming Nefarian.

"Death found me brother, but in the Light I have been reborn, you are still dead!" Onyxia snarled. "I shall take no pleasure in what I must do."

"And what would that be?" Nefarian laughed.

"Putting you at peace once and for all." Onyxia snarled, and Sylvanas signalled Ysondre.

Onyxia breathed golden flames at Nefarian, the holy energy solidifying Nefarian's lava flesh and causing his beating wings to slow. At that moment the clouds burst open, lightning strikes hitting Nefarian's solidified skin and destroying large chunks of his body.

"No!" He roared, as the lightning tore holes in his wings. "I will not die!"

"You were already dead, you died the moment Ragnaros pulled you beneath the lava." Onyxia said coldly, flying toward the nearest land mass, ignoring her former brother as he crashed into the ocean and sunk like a stone.

"Do you think that will finish him?" Sylvanas asked as they quickly approached land.

"He will find no chance of resurrection in Nepultulon's domain, and death will find him when the cold ocean depths cool his molten core." Onyxia said, coming in to land.

As they touched down, Sylvanas quickly realised something was wrong.

"Oh dear, this is not the Eastern Kingdoms!" she laughed. "I guess we really should have been paying attention to where we were."

"I think surviving the fire lord's minion was more important," Ysondre said as she landed beside them. "But we have allies here, and I am in need of rest. Ever since my fight with Eregos I have felt weaker than before."

"Take mortal form," Sylvanas advised and both dragons obeyed. "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you Sylvanas," Ysondre smiled.

"I feel different," Onyxia breathed, looking at her hands carefully.

"Look the same to me, except for the eyes," Sylvanas commented. "Their hazel now, not brown like they used to be."

"A sign of her internal change," Ysondre said softly. "I no longer smell death on you, nor the taint of the fallen Neltharion."

"I am truly reborn!" Onyxia smiled. "A true dragon of the Obsidian dragonflight."

"You're the only one left in Azeroth, at least, the only fully grown one." Sylvanas smiled.

"Halt elves!" a voice called, and Sylvanas quickly spotted several Orcs hurrying toward them.

"We are not enemies!" Sylvanas said as the armed orcs reached them. "I am Sylvanas Windrunner, protégé to Lord Uther; these are his fellow companions Onyxia and Ysondre."

"We know who you are," a female voice called, and Sylvanas spotted a female night elf, fully armoured, sitting on the back of a large white tiger. "Thrall's shamans watched your fight with that abomination and saw you coming to Kalimdor."

"Where is Thrall? And who are you?" Sylvanas immediately asked.

"Thrall has been communing with the elements since the crisis began, and as for who I am," the night elf said, commanding her beast to approach them as she removed her helmet. "I am Maiev Shadowsong, former warden of a prison beneath Hyjal."

"What do you mean 'former' warden? And who was imprisoned there?" Sylvanas asked.

"When the world shook, and natural disasters engulfed Kalimdor, the prison I was warden of split open and the sole prisoner escaped." Maiev said, evidently biting back anger. "And as for whom he was; Illidan Stormrage, brother of Malfurion."

"Why was he locked up?" Ysondre asked.

"It is a long story; I am in Durotar seeking the Troll's help in hunting him down." Maiev explained. "Come with me and I shall explain."

"We really should get back to Blackrock Mountain," Sylvanas said quickly.

"Do not worry, there is a way to return to the Eastern Kingdoms quickly, and your dragons need not tire themselves flying." An orc stated proudly.

"The tram is finished?" Sylvanas asked, remembering the gnome's plan to link the two continents.

"Not completed, but the tunnel is complete, and a basic system is in place." Maiev smiled. "At least, that's what I've heard."