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Hello everyone, sorry for the very long delay but I'm back in my country and should have more time to work again on this story.
Just as many said last time and as I said in the last note, this chapter was heavily modified to be better and better fit the story. It was a necessary modification and I'm happy that you pointed that out to me, pushing me to improve it. The next chapter may take a little while to come out but I should be able to publish every now and then.
I took a more head-on approach this time so tell me if its better. At least it should be, its less like it just happened and Amaria got corrupted.
Please comment/review.
Thank you for your patience and good reading.
I flew for quite a while, using the winds to my advantage when possible, passing by the harsh and dry lands of Kalimdor. My thoughts were still preoccupied with Mightion and bringing the Earthing-Balm as soon as possible, with a part of me wondering why I wasn't able to open a portal either for Wyrmrest Temple or any other location. I wasn't good with creating portals but I thought that I had understood how to make them and use them, not that I was a master like Tyrygosa but I shouldn't have any problem creating portals. Even now, high in the sky, I tried a few times to channel my magic but there was definitely something different, a sort of interference but I couldn't tell if it was coming from my magic or from the Azeroth.
Was it even possible for the world's magic to stop working? I knew it happened once when Malygos the Spell-Weaver tried to restrain the use of magic over Azeroth but it happened a few years ago and nothing similar was ever mentioned in the history books.
But it wasn't my main concern right now.
Focusing back on my flight, I looked ahead at the massive trench that cut the Barrens in half, another scar left by Deathwing onto this world. I was slowly getting closer to it and as I did so I felt a small pull, like if something was calling to me through it. But before I could even do anything about it, somehow, the pull seemed to notice my awareness of it and simply vanished.
"Okay, what was that?" I frowned as I looked at the lava at the bottom of the long crack. Something definitely either called to me or emitted some kind of signal until it understood I was feeling it and disappeared. Does this meant that there was something hiding in the lava? Or the ground? I didn't know enough to have a clear idea of what could be the cause even if I had a nagging feeling in my mind that I should know what it was about about. It was right on the tip of my mind and yet I couldn't remember what it was.
Frustrated at this sort of block on my mind, I chose to not stay near the massive scar longer than necessary and took off again, quickly putting distance between me and it as I threw a few glances at it before feeling far enough to be safe.
And barely a few minutes later, maybe fifteen minutes, I soon saw the massive capital of the Horde, Orgrimmar, standing in the middle of a large rocky pass. I was still quite far away but just the sight of it made me worry a bit, wondering if coming this close was a good idea, for my flight path was directing me right above the city.
As I got closer and closer, I turned to the left, choosing to not to fly above it. It was certainly possible and safe enough as long as I remained in the sky, but it was better to be safe than sorry and to not antagonise an entire nation. That's why I decided to fly around it, it wouldn't make me lose much time and if it could allow me to continue without trouble then it would be for the best.
"Please let this be easy." I said to no one in particular.
Barely a minute after starting my little detour, the loud echo form a horn came up from Orgrimmar. A few orcs and people from other races were running along the thick walls, running toward some sort of paddock with weird lions that I couldn't really identify from that far away. I didn't really thought that I was in danger, quite far and high that it would take too much time anyway for anyone to reach me.
At least that's what I thought.
"Groar!" A loud roar startled me as I looked around frenetically, looking for its source.
A large group of armed orcs riding flying lions was rushing toward me from beneath, all arms in hands and shouting. There was a small outpost that I had neglected, preferring watching Orgrimmar, and it was almost right in my shadow. No surprise that they saw me.
"Lok'tar ogar!" They screamed in unison as a few of them armed with guns and bows started to shoot at me.
Cursing my stupid luck and for jinxing myself, I sped up in hope to outrun them quickly, only to realise that another group was coming ahead of me, trolls on giant bats this time. Not having many choices, I clutched the chest in my claw harder than before, certain that I wouldn't drop it. It was far too important.
When there was only a hundred meters or so between the dozen of completely fearless rider and me, I opened my mouth and started to gather my fire as heat rose inside me. Unleashing a real torrent of flames, they were forced to break their formation but one of them didn't got a chance, taking my fire breath dead on. He and his mount screamed in absolute pain as they fell, plummeting like a stone.
It might not have been the best thing to do and resorting to such extreme felt wrong as I had a massive advantage over them in the air.
My moral questionings could come later, I had to finish this battle as soon as possible and preferably without having to kill too much. Each second lost might cost me Mightion and I would not be deterred, my mission was far too important.
'They stand in your way.' Suddenly said a deep voice, a loud whisper coming from both everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
'Piss off!' I mentally replied as I tried to fly away from the swarm, only to have a spear shoved right in front of my face and forcing me to avoid, giving time to the rest of the soldiers to come back.
Keeping an eye on where I was, I kept going further and further away from Orgrimmar in the hope that they give up. I went in one direction, only to have one soldier flew in front of me while the rest circled around me, creating a nearly perfect circle to keep me in one place while trying to kill me at the same time. Trying to fly above them or diving below didn't changed anything, they simply adapted and kept attacking. Sadly it looked like they were determined to end me as they kept attacking me relentlessly, hitting me several times with their spears and swords or shooting an arrow or a bullet that sometimes managed to pierce my scales with a few creating small tears in my wings.
'They are still trying to stop you, even after you tried to be merciful. Let them get their rightful punishment.' Came back the whisper.
The voice wasn't wrong. Not only was I getting tired of flying around, but their constant attacks were grating on my nerves. I tried to fly away, to avoid killing them, but they were the ones obstinately standing in my way.
Changing strategy I went after a troll on his giant bat, both narrowly escaping my flames as they twirled in the air. Roaring in frustration and anger, I shoot several fireballs at them but the flyer was a good rider, dodging every single of my attacks while his fellow soldiers tried to maim me at every opportunity.
It was infuriating how they kept avoiding me, but I was slowly getting angrier and determined as the small wounds accumulated. Taking a sudden turn to the right, abruptly stopping my chase of the troll and going straight for an orc that had been harassing me with a large polearm. He was clearly taken by surprise, trying to push his mount to turn away, but it was too late already. Bathing him in flames, he and his lion-like mount fell down from the air as a fireball, their screams of pain filling the sky for a few seconds before they hit the ground.
Feeling a slight delight at my successful attack, I momentarily forgot about the rest of the soldiers who renewed their attack with a newfound strength, empowered by the death of their comrade. One female troll came slightly under me and waved her spear right on my underbelly, bouncing on my scales until it reached my forearm where the sharp end teared up my flesh.
Roaring in pain, I lost the grip I had on the chest which fell down, slipping between my claws and plummeting down toward the ground. I barely took a second to acknowledge the pain before I dived down, sticking my wings against me to gain in momentum. The wind was pushed away from me as I saw the distance between me and the chest narrow while the ground kept coming closer. I couldn't lose it, far too aware of the consequences, and put everything I had into going faster, reaching forward with my other claw.
The ground was less than a hundred meters away that I managed to scratch the chest. A second more and I was able to catch it, using all of my strength to make sure it wouldn't slip again, just as I expanded my wings wide open and angled slightly forward as my scales scraped against the dirt and flew up again, barely avoiding the crash.
Allowing myself a slow moment of relief, I looked up toward the trolls and orcs that were still coming after me. Just in time to see a small metallic ball with a fuse reach my face and exploding, a terrible explosion right on the left side of my face that sent me back reeling in pain for a few seconds before I impacted the ground hardly, falling on my back which took out the air in my lungs.
My vision was quite blurred for a few moments and I had to blink my eyes a few times to recover, slowly pushing myself out of the ground as my body sent me dozens of painful signals. I gave a brief look at the chest and saw that it was still in my claw and appeared to be intact. I looked up again, feeling a slow, bubbly anger against those soldiers who stood in my way and almost cost me the solution to heal Mightion. I didn't really cared about my wounds, yes they were painful but thankfully not serious.
'Why shouldn't you take your anger and revenge on those mortals? They are in your rightful path, they don't understand their mistake.' Came back the voice in my head.
It might not had done anything to me, but my anger turned on the voice that was starting to be a bit too annoying for my taste.
'Will you ever stop bothering me?!' I snarled, glaring at the voice just like as I was glaring at the soldiers of the horde coming to finish the job.
Pushing on my forelegs, I returned to the air and this time I went straight toward the riders, fully intending to put an end to this right now.
'My will doesn't get in your way, for I am forging it for you. If you do not want to serve, you will be made to serve.' Continued the voice, no longer a whisper.
A sudden spike of pain erupted in my head and I roared in pain, dropping for a few meters before I stabilised myself. I turned away from the soldiers almost on me, pushing all of my strength on my occlumency shields as the pain kept growing despite my attempts to push back the intrusion which was unlike anything I ever met before. Where Snape and Voldemort had been either rams or spears, targeting one point of my mind to bring down my defences, the opponent in my head was attacking from everywhere, hundreds of spikes piercing my walls and reaching inside me.
'Your purpose is yours as much as it is mine.' Said the voice with a tone of unchallenged authority, a statement to the world that could only be true.
I gritted my teeth, putting everything I had in me to push it back. My walls kept being pierced but I kept fixing them, I kept attacking the attacks on me for what felt like an eternity. A small part of me was still focused on evading the Horde's riders but I would have preferred to be entirely focused on my occlumency.
'Get out of my head!' I screamed.
'I've been in your head almost as soon as you came on my world, whelp. Time to put an end to this game.' Replied the voice.
The attacks grew even stronger and I bellowed again. I started to feel it, the intruder reaching in my mind with what felt like a thousand arms, touching every memory I had and all of what made me who I was.
And then it was over.
The pain simply vanished, the fog on my mind that had been present earlier was now both my world and completely gone. My thoughts didn't felt tempered at all, my mind felt like my own and the presence that was there barely a few seconds ago felt as if it never happened. There was nothing wrong, I was still here to save Mightion and nothing else mattered.
'What was that?' I wondered, stopping myself for a second.
A battle cry reached my ears and I narrowed my eyes at the flyers behind me, instantly reminded of their transgression.
I should have hated it. Killing, I was capable of it only when necessary. But here it didn't felt like it, their screams were a horrible, discorded sound in my ears. Yet it didn't felt like I was doing something wrong, like if I had just cast a spell at someone without caring for the consequences. I started to both feel desensitised toward killing those orcs and trolls as well as a rising anger against the ones standing in my way.
Turning around sharply, shooting straight up toward them, I gathered flames in my mouth, and just as I expected, they spread out to avoid my attack. Spiting out fire around one orc in particular, I isolated him from the rest before using my wounded claw to slash at his mount. I missed the creature by a few centimetres but caught instead the orc, cutting through his leather armour as he fell down, leaving a scarlet trail in his path.
The remaining riders weren't deterred by the death of their comrade and chased after me again. I felt a few bullets and arrows ricochets on my hide, but a few pierced my wings, making me wince in pain as small holes appeared in the membrane. This only fuelled my anger further.
I turned around again and repeated the same pattern, but they got ready this time, separating quicker and evading the flames as I passed right next to them. A few attempted to hit me with lances and polearms but I was managing to avoid most of them, with a few hits not doing anything, mostly bouncing on my scales. Worse, at least for them, two of those who came closer didn't counted on my spiked tail and one got destabilised and fell while the other saw a spike tear his mount's wing, condemning them both to a certain death.
With maybe twenty of them left, and having already lost three riders, I saw doubt starting to spread in their mind and I pressed my assault. I didn't know why I attacked, I could just have left them and go on my way, just as I had tried at first, but I didn't felt like it anymore. I felt a drive, a push in my mind that I had to kill them all for threatening me,for purposely putting themselves in my way, slowing me down and trying to stop me from saving Mightion. This couldn't stand.
'See how they try?' Said again the voice. 'The quicker they'll die, the sooner Mightion will be yours.'
That was true. That voice, wherever it came from, was telling me the truth. Yet I didn't wanted to massacre all of them, just put them out of my way.
Roaring in challenge, I spat a fireball at one of them that was quickly dodged but it did its job, forcing the orc onto another trajectory that happened to be where my left wing was. He got hit right in the chest and fell, his mount still in the air and trying to claw at me, which I found cute like a kitten learning against its stronger parent. A strong bite ended its life quickly, the blood pouring in my throat as I ate it in a few more bites, passing right next to the flock of riders.
When I focused again on the rest of the riders, they were regrouping and didn't seemed deterred at all.
'You are losing time.' Warned me the voice in my mind, thankfully advising me.
"I have to go save Mightion." I agreed before filling my lungs again as I flew up and dove toward the Horde's riders.
Them regrouping proved to be a terrible idea when I released a true wall of flames upon them, six being submerged in fire as screams of pain echoed through the sky. Those who managed to escape threw all they had at me, and I heard the sound of wood being struck without feeling anything. Not minding this for now, I barely started to turn around to confront them again when I saw that they were turning around, flying back to Orgrimmar quickly.
Protected by many more archers and soldiers of the Horde armed with guns, it was obvious that pursuing any further would be foolish in addition to make me lose more time. Seeing that I had won, I roared once more but a roar of victory this time, feeling like I had to show them who was the real mistress of the sky before resuming my flight toward the Wyrmrest Temple.
"God! I feel amazing!" I roared filled with the satisfaction that I had dominated my enemy.
I froze at that for a second, gliding for a couple of seconds before I started flapping my wings again. Why did I do that? I could have run away from the beginning; I didn't had to kill anyone. Yet I did. And I didn't felt as bad as I should have. I knew, after years of fighting against Voldemort, that killing was the very last option, the one that I would always regret taking except for the Dark Lord. But these orcs and trolls, they were soldiers, and they did attacked me first, but there was no personal reason, no good explanation. Self-defence? At first maybe but then why didn't I stopped? Was I turning evil too or maybe it was my draconic side showing up?
The answer to this question, I didn't wanted to know it, yet I felt that both answer were possible. I dearly hoped for the second one, at least it would excused me a bit, but it didn't justified anything.
'Mightion is more important.' Came back the voice.
A sort of wipe went through my thoughts and I knew what I had to do. While I couldn't say in all honesty that one life could be valued more than another, the voice's words rung true to me. Mightion was the only one that I had to be concerned about right now.
Tainted by the gruesome act I just performed, I brought back my lessons on occlumency and forced my mind to calm down, ending my thoughts until I was simply flying forward aimlessly. Yet one thought didn't disappeared, the very reason I had been on that path and had to fight these orcs. Mightion. He needed me and I couldn't abandon him. I wasn't the one who sought the conflict, the Horde was, and I was pressed by time, I couldn't let them distract me any longer.
Assured of my mission, that their death was as much of an accident as a necessary sacrifice, which didn't made sense in retrospective, I continued forward. Nothing would stop me from saving Mightion. It might be weird to do all of this for someone that I had only ever saw asleep and knew practically nothing about, but to me it was the most logical thing in the world, one that had to be done and that was more important than anything else. If I was there for him, then he would be there for me.
It took me a while to reach the sea, but I had no idea of how long I spent above the ocean, trying to find the right winds to ease my flights or fighting those going against me. The despair to arrive late as well as a few more injunctions from the voice that seemed to be in my head pushed me to go faster, putting all of my strength into my wings. All I knew was that the night had fell long ago and the dawn was barely coming when the shores of Northrend finally appeared in the horizon, filling me with a surge of energy that banished the soreness in my wings as I continued.
'Soon, you and Mightion shall be together.' Reminded me the voice.
I didn't really know what to make of this voice. On one hand it was truly weird and a bad sign to hear voices, but what it said was so true that I couldn't find it in myself to contradict it. And for some reason, I had a nagging feeling that there was something I had to remember, that it was about a great being capable of many things, I just couldn't remember what it was. I did remembered being worried about that voice not too long ago but I couldn't remember why.
But it was of no importance, I was almost back at the Temple. Flying over the frozen wastes of Northrend, I soon saw the summit of the temple and dove for it, not slowing down until I was right in front of it. The thought of go seeing mother briefly crossed my mind, that she could perhaps help me.
'She cannot. You are losing time.'
I shook my head, looked at the top of the Temple, and choose to ignore it. I was losing time.
Making my way to the archives, I rushed inside and heard a yelp of surprise as I dug my claws in the floor to slow down.
"Amaria! What do you want again?!" Bellowed Tyri from behind her office.
"I- Sorry, just a little on the rush." I said as I suddenly felt how tired my wings were.
"What happened to you?" She suddenly asked, far more concerned and looking at my body.
I gave myself a quick look, noticing that I had a spear stuck in my side, many missing scales and blood dripping from my face and claw.
"Nothing of importance, just annoying mortals." I replied, reaching for the spear and removing it quickly.
I put the chest on the ground, making sure that it stayed close to me as I took back my human disguise.
"You came yesterday in a rush and now you come back as fast but wounded. Seriously, what's wrong with you?" She grumbled.
"I know, Tyri. If you could just make me a portal for the Badlands then I'll be on my way." I said quickly, feeling the emergency creep up in me.
"You should be good enough to make portals to wherever you want, just do it yourself." Tyri replied as she grabbed the book in front of her. "Maybe you should go see Alexstrasza, you don't want your wounds to get worse.
I frowned at that. She was refusing to help me, to help Mightion.
"Please Tyri, I really don't have time for this. I'll catch up on my training later, I swear, but please, send me to the Badlands." I pleaded.
She lowered her book, looking at me with her ever bored eyes, before putting it away.
"You know you can do it yourself right?" Tyri still asked as she stood up.
"I couldn't make one from Thunder Bluff to here nor across the ocean." I replied sincerely
"Really? We really have to make you work more on your portals; I'd be ashamed if my Flight learns that I have such a bad student."
"I know. The portal, please." I pressed her.
She glared at me for a second before looking at the chest sitting right next to me. I almost felt like putting myself between me and it before she spoke again.
"Is it supposed to be leaking?" She asked me, pointing a finger at the chest.
Startled by the question, I looked at her in confusion before a sudden dread ran over me. Rushing down, I instantly noticed the small crack on one side of the chest, just large enough to let out its contents. A crack from which as small trail of dust was falling.
Not caring about the lock, I tore apart the upper part with my bare hands and froze at the sight.
While very small, the crack had emptied the chest in all the hours it took me to fly here. What remained of the Earthing-Balm could barely fit into a thimble. Very slowly, my eyes moved to the outside of the box, toward the few specks of dust that were quickly washed away by the wind and then to the crack.
Never before had I felt such anger toward an object. This chest, supposed to save Mightion, couldn't even keep dirt inside. But I knew better, for I knew who were responsible of this horrible act, those who stole from me. Stole the salvation of Mightion.
'Revenge.' Told me the voice in my head.
I grabbed the offending chest, glaring at it as I felt anger course through my veins.
"Amaria!"
I jumped at the sudden shout, turning toward Tyri who was standing next to me and watching with a worried look in her eyes.
"Are you alright?" She asked calmer than before.
"Am I okay?" I barely whispered. "Am I okay? These- these bloody bastards took it away from me!" I raged as the chest in my hand busted into flames, turning to ashes in a couple of seconds.
I glared toward Tyri who took a step back in shock.
"It's for your mate right?" She asked unsure.
"It's to save him! He is falling to the corruption of the old gods! He needs my help!" I bellowed.
"Do you still need to go to the Badlands?"
"Yes!"
She gave me a concerned look, one that I wasn't used to see on her, but got to work on the portal. Just as she started, the distinct sound of wings beating the wind came from outside and I got to see both Alexstrasza and Lord Devrestrasz turn into their mortal forms, coming toward us.
"My daughter, what is all this shouting? We heard you from above the temple." Told me Alexstrasza very worried.
"Those stupid riders of the Horde destroyed the chance I had to save Mightion!" I replied still feeling the fury inside me.
"Be careful how you address your queen." Growled Lord Devrestrasz, glaring at me.
"Not now, Devrestrasz." Stopped him mother. "Amaria, I've been made aware of your mate barely a few hours ago. I know that if you're certain of who he is then I can only wait to meet him. But I also know that you must not let your anger control you. Was it really the Horde that did that?"
'She's trying to buy time.' Warned me the voice in my head.
"Then you know I need to go now. Mightion needs me." I said with absolute certitude, watching the portal taking shape.
"Yes but please, don't fall into despair. I am here for you, I know I can't do much right now, but I will help if you want me to." She assured me, almost pleading.
'Ignore her.' Added the voice.
I looked at her, thinking to accept her offer, when I noticed the portal being finished. Walking past my mother, not noting how hurt she looked, my eyes fixed on the portal, I could only think about being to Mightion's side.
"Sorry but I need to go." I said as I stepped into the portal, not carrying for any of the dragons around me.
The portal left me at the top of a small hill. It wasn't hard to notice that it was indeed the Badlands thanks to the giant burned mark left by Deathwing, but I still had to orientate myself a bit. As soon as I was sure of my direction, I turned back into my natural form and took off toward the cave where Mightion was hidden.
My mind was in turmoil as I got closer, imagining the worst scenarios coming to life: seeing Wrathion having failed too, Mightion already corrupted or just me being incapable to save him. So many possibilities that made me stop carrying about what was around me.
'If he fall, you shall fall too.' Told me the voice.
I was starting to be so overwhelmed that I didn't even cared about the camouflage installed by Wrathion in front of the cave and passed right through it, destroying the fake wall as I rushed deeper in the earth. My stomps echoed through the tunnel and when I finally reached the chamber, I stopped at the sight in front of me.
He was still there.
Uncorrupted. Still asleep.
With just Wrathion's soldiers in front of me, having rushed in fear of being attacked. But I didn't gave them any more attention, rushing forward as they darted aside or crouched to avoid me, not even thinking about their presence.
Mightion was just in front of me, and I stopped barely a meter away from him. I could feel the compulsion to get closer, to nuzzle him and recomfort him. But I also knew that he wasn't aware of my presence, that it would serve no purpose. Instead I just stood aside his massive body, basking in the simple fact that he was still alright.
"Lady Amaria! Are we under attack?!" Interrupted me a tauren stepping forward.
I looked at him with a harsh glare, him who interrupted my reunion, until I recalled that he was the tauren who told me about the Earthing-Balm.
"No. Everything's fine." I assured, looking back at my beloved.
"Are you certain? We heard-" He tried to continue.
"I'm sure. Where's Wrathion? Shouldn't he have come back too?" I pressed him. Even if Mightion seemed fine now, it didn't meant that he was saved.
"The Black Prince still haven't returned from Teldrassil. We didn't expected you to be that fast." The tauren told me.
"And Mightion? How is he?" I asked, my voice gaining a softness that it didn't had before.
"Not any better, I'm afraid. Have you brought back the powder?"
The anger that had been slowly calming since I saw Mightion suddenly surged forward, an uncontrolled growl coming out of my throat at the mere thought of what happened.
"I had it, before it was lost." I snarled.
"Lost?" He asked confused.
"Yes! Lost!" I roared at Wrathion's servants. "I don't have time for this! Tell me what I need from Anduin, and I'll go take it now."
Most of them took a step back in surprise before they recovered, with only the tauren I was talking with staying at the front.
"The king's vault holds the Shard of Light, a powerful staff that should be able to cleanse Mightion's mind. It's a-"
"That's all I need to know." I replied, instantly turning around in the intention to go take this artefact.
But I was stopped by many of Wrathion's minions putting themselves between me and the exit.
"Lady Amaria, please wait. I'm sure the Prince won't be long anymore, you should wait for his return and devise a strategy with him." Told me the tauren.
'They are trying to distract you. They don't want to help Mightion, only to delay you.' Warned me the voice in my head, a powerful, clear, and deep voice to be reckoned with.
"Yes…" I replied slowly, lost in the voice as my eyes stared at nothing.
"My lady?" Came a small voice from the side, barely audible to me.
'I can help you to save Mightion. It has been my only goal as much as it has been yours. You only have to listen to me. I can grant your wish if you willingly give control to me, if you relinquish your will and freedom to me. In exchange, I'll save Mightion and shape reality so that you and him can be together until the end of times.' Offered me the voice.
"I'll do anything for him." I replied slowly again.
Was there even a choice? I felt so certain that it was the right thing to do. I felt once again something poke my mind, a faint warning about something, but it was almost instantly crushed by something else. Something far too strong for me to even comprehend.
A feeling of strength suddenly empowered me as I felt the energy lost flying over the sea coming back stronger than before, felt my flesh regenerate quickly as my wounds closed and were fixed with a wave of shadows. With this I would remove all those getting in my way and then I'll get to be with Mightion, to wake him from his slumber.
"She is falling to the corruption!" Yelled someone.
"Lady Amaria! You must not listen!" Shouted another.
'Go to Stormwind. Go take the staff.'
"The staff…" I said as I felt something trying to impede my movements.
"She must not go!" Said a woman.
"We can't hold her back! We need the Prince!"
I put more strength into it and pushed away whatever was in my path as I made my way up the tunnel, a series of blurry voices coming from behind me.
"Send a message to the Dragon Queen! We need all the help we can!"
"But Wrathion said-"
"I know what he said! But if we don't do this, both Amaria and Mightion will fall to the corruption!"
As soon as I was out, I opened my wings wide and took off toward Stormwind, a single idea in mind.
Get the Shard of Light.