AUTHORS NOTE
Hi, You!
I have decided to return to ! It's been YEARS since I last posted, like 2014. And I thought I might take a chance and post my works here that I'm not too keen on posting on my professional Wattpad site (where I have all my personal non-fanfiction novels with one or two fanfictions I'm using as professional writing practice).
Since I will be (hopefully) starting my 3D Animation Honors in September in the UK I won't have the time to triple check my writing and edit to the professional standard I always do. So I thought to only check once and edit lightly, and then post! It would be such a waste to let a good story like this one gather digital dust in my Google Docs (among over a dozen others).
Updates won't be regular, my apologies, as life is about as hectic as it can get at the moment. So I will write and update as I am able. And Authors Notes won't be so long as this - I'm not a fan of them.
Please let me know if I miswrite a character, language, or get any Azeroth dates and facts wrong. I will more than happily change them and re-edit. After so many years of playing, I still struggle with timelines and facts.
SO without further delay here is the prologue! It's short but perfectly juicy to start the events off!
ENJOY my wonderful WoW and Vol'jin fans!
Azeroth - year 620 After the First war
A shadowy figure in a cave deep in the wilderness of the Lost Islands, cackled.
"Soon my master…."
The figure waved its hands before the altar, weaving forbidden magics to weaken the barriers between the Elemental Plane and the physical realm.
"...soon you will rule. And no one will have the power to stop you!" The figure grinned.
It'd been too long since his master had laid waste to this pitiful land, too long since Azeroth's souls burned in the flames of his master's wake. No more time shall be wasted. No more shall his master be denied as the ultimate Aspect of them all! The true ruler!
"Rise, my Master! Rise! Your world awaits!" It yelled, arcane power draining from the air, the stone, and the figure's own body. Collecting in one place floating above the altar, the carved mask of a dragon upon the wall behind it.
The magic crackled and singed, the ground beneath the figures' feet quaking as its spells weakened the barriers bit by bit.
"Let these worms ignore you no longer!"
Then finally they shattered and a guttural roar pierced the air. The figure grinned with evil victory as the earth shook in the wake of his master's awakening. He could see it, the ground splitting, the world's magic quaking, and the oceans rising as his master sundered the earth and soared into Azeroth's sky.
Deathwing was free!
The figure bellowed maniacally with laughter as a second, shuddering roar pierced the sky. The air grew hot as the dragon flew across the ocean and over the islands. Plants and land caught fire in his wake, ash, and brimstone raining from the corrupted ancient guardians' wings.
The Hour of Twilight has begun!
Exiting his cave, the figure grinned at the destruction. And in his joy he raised his hands up to the burning skies, releasing torrents of lightning into the air. With this, it created a manic storm that engulfed the islands and the ocean around it. It mixed in with the Maelstrom's magicks and tripled in size.
All manner of elementals poured from the Maelstrom spreading out to all corners of Azeroth in eagerness. The ocean chopped and churned, the blazing air howled and whirled and the world's magicks plummeted into imbalance.
Then lightning struck, large and bright, directly down the middle of the Maelstrom. And unknowingly it broke through another barrier that had held its own for millennia.
A barrier that separated our world from theirs.
Disclaimer:
I DON'T OWN BLIZZARD OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTER AND STORYLINE.
The shadowy figure is of my own creation
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