Chapter 1
Well, this is probably a story that no one was expecting. So, for those of you that don't know, there's this fanfic writer in this site called Gamer95 and they have a boatload of stories where they have Harry Potter be adopted by a female from another franchise. Typically, the way they write the fics are; Harry is heavily abused by his aunt and uncle, even more so than in canon. They get beaten up or arrested, even killed as a result. Then Harry gets adopted by a female figure in a world where things then go rather happy for our little wizard. That's the basic premise for all those stories with some minor variations between them. And despite that, they're all pretty wholesome and rather a good read. I don't recommend them if you want a rather deep or you don't like bashing of any kind allowed because there is admittedly some bashing of the Dursley family with a few exceptions for Dudley, but I do recommend them if you like happy endings or want to read a story where it's rather happy and all.
But getting back on track, they also made inspired me to do the same and by that, I mean making an adoptive mother story, but with my own ideas and twists to it. Both because I want to see how I do with this type of storytelling and to differentiate myself from Gamer95's stories. So, my variation of this idea was to have a Warhammer character be adopted by Warhammer women and then have them be teleported to somewhere that isn't Warhammer. It's not the most original idea, but it's what I'm going for.
And to be honest, I'm actually surprised that Gamer95 didn't do a Warhammer character for their adoptive stories yet. I know that 40k doesn't really have that many well-known female characters, with the exception of Yvraine of the Eldar and Shadowsun of the Tau, but they could easily do that type of storytelling with the Fantasy characters, of which there is a handful of they could do, like Isabella Von Carstein, Ariel, and Valkia the Bloody. (Though I don't think a lot of Warhammer fans will like Valkia being portrayed as a motherly figure.)
But back on track, the idea of this particular story is having the Sisters of Twilight being the adopted mothers of Archaon the Everchosen since his birth in order to turn him into a better human being so he doesn't go and start the End Times. Because no one wants the End times. No one. And, before anyone asks me to, I'm not going to do another story of this premise. It's just going to be this one single story with this premise. There's not going to be another story like this where Archaon goes through this exact same thing just with a different mother figure. And if this story does well, then alright. I'm just doing this for the fun of things.
Nordland
Unnamed road
In the lands of Nordland, a province of the empire, a single human woman was carrying a baby wrapped in old rags. She was traveling alone on the road. Her mission. To deliver the babe in her arms to a church of Sigmar, where he'll be, hopefully, cared for and loved than his step-father could give him. Not that the woman could blame him for doing so. After all, how could a man love the spawn that had killed his wife and had been the product of a monster forcing himself upon said wife.
She had been the midwife to the couple and had no knowledge of the child's lineage until she saw the disgust and anger in the husbands' eyes as he looked upon the child that had killed his wife he loved so deeply. It then she knew that she knew that child was not his and that someone had forced themselves upon her while he was away. For a brief moment, she had thought that he would slay the child right then and there, but the man stilled his hand. Much as the child was responsible for killing his wife, he couldn't slay it. He had no right to slay a newborn child nor did he wish to bear the guilt of killing a newborn in his conscious, even if they were a product of rape. So, he ordered the midwife to take the child and leave. To get the child out of his sight while he buried his wife.
And this is why the woman was on the road. She intended to leave him by the step of a church, where he'll be cared for far better than she can ever give him. She prayed to god Sigmar that the child will become a good man that will bring about a bright future for all. If only she knew the truth. If she did, perhaps she would have done what the husband refused to do and kill the child in order to save the world from its terrible fate should the child live.
The child that she carried was destined to bring about the destruction of the entire world should he become an adult. For he was the appointed, as dictated by four great gods of power, instrument from which he'll lead their armies and unite them under one goal. The destruction of the entire planet. He was the next Everchosen of Chaos, the 13th to be exact. The one called Archaon the Everchosen, supreme champion of the four chaos gods, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Khorne, and Slaanesh.
His fate had been sealed the day he had been born and the days the world had until the End Times come were beginning to run out. It'll take years, even centuries before the appropriate time comes, but when it does, the remains of the world will be at the mercy of the Chaos Gods. For their champion will bring about their complete rule over this pitiful world.
However, an unforeseen event, one that even the Chaos God Tzeentch, the chaos god of fate, magic, and change, did not foresee, for this event was so unlikely and so improbable to occur that it had been buried deep beneath a tide of other, far likelier events that the Chaos God hadn't foreseen it from occurring. For which the entire world should be grateful, for things were occurring that were causing that event to occur at this very moment.
As the woman was making her way on the road, minding her own business, when the forest around her suddenly began to feel less and less welcoming. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was just her nerves. But then, she began to get nervous as she sensed something was coming towards her.
She had heard of monsters in the forest that prey upon lone travelers. Wolves and Goblin hordes. Even giant spiders. Not wishing for such a fate upon her or the child, the woman increased her pace, holding the child tightly. The child didn't make a sound upon the increase of speed from the woman. He didn't make a sound since he was born and she lulled him to sleep.
After a few minutes of speed walking that the woman heard a loud roar in the forest and that caused her to start sprinting for her life. A part of her considered abandoning the child as a distraction for whatever was chasing after it to give her a chance to escape, but the other parts of her refused to do so. She could never live it down. It was only a few minutes of sprinting that the woman finally tripped on a rock and was falling towards the ground.
Bracing herself for a hard landing, the woman was then surprised when she was suddenly caught by someone, preventing her fall as well as the baby's, who surely would have died from it. Helping the woman to her feet, the stranger silently steadied the woman before leading her towards a nearby tree. So shocked was the woman from nearly falling that she allowed this to happen. When she was resting at the tree, the woman looked at her savior and got a good on them.
To say they were beautiful was an understatement. She had never seen such a pretty face before. Skin as pale as snow that blends nicely with the jade-like eyes the strange woman possessed, which currently showed kindness and genuine worry for the wellbeing of both the midwife and the baby she was carrying. Black hair that went down to her lower back with half a mask that covered the right side of her face. Wearing green and black armor that was a mix of metal and leather, coupled with a green cloak, whose hood was down, allowing her to see that this woman held, to her astonishment knife-like ears.
After making sure the woman was alright along with the child, the stranger spoke.
"Are you alright?" Asked the stranger, speaking perfect Nordland. "Is there anything broken?" Upon hearing the questions, the midwife shook her head.
"No, I'm alright." Said the midwife before looking at the baby, still asleep surprisingly. "And so is the child. Thank you. If you hadn't saved me, then this child may have…" She was stopped from speaking any further when the stranger placed a gentle hand on her right arm.
"You do not need to speak any further." Said the stranger. "There is nothing more to say." The midwife nodded in agreement before remembering about the noises in the forest. "We must leave. There is something out there. Something terrible." Upon hearing that, the stranger calmed the midwife down. "It is alright. We're safe." The midwife wanted to argue, but one look from the stranger stopped her. "The danger has passed, my companions have already taken care of the danger. We are safe for the moment." Upon hearing the confidence in the woman's voice, the midwife calmed down, deciding to trust her.
"If you say so." Said the midwife before getting up. "I owe you a debt of gratitude and I wish to repay it someday, but I must leave at once. This child needs to be taken under the care of a church. I simply lack the money and materials to give the child what he needs to become a productive member of the empire. Hopefully, the church can provide the child what I cannot provide him." Just before she could leave, the stranger stopped her.
"If that is your intention with the child, perhaps it would be best to leave him with me." Suggested the stranger, eyeing the child. "The journey to this church is a long one and you seem to be ill-equipped for it. Perhaps it would be more prudent if I was the one that would escort the child to the church." Despite the kind offer of the stranger, the midwife refused.
"That is mighty gracious of you, kind lady, but I made a promise to deliver this boy to the church of Sigmar in person. It's the least I can do after helping deliver this child into the world." Said the midwife as she stared down at the baby. "Especially after his own mother died and his stepfather despises his very existence." Though the stranger could understand the midwife's decision, she also had a mission that must be accomplished and it involved the child.
"I must insist." Said the stranger as she pleaded for the midwife to accept her proposal. "There are a great many dangers in the road ahead. It'd be far better if someone more capable of protecting themselves and the child was escorting them to your destination. So please, give me the child and I swear to you that I'll do whatever I can to ensure that they reach your intended destination." The midwife frowned at the stranger's insistence.
"If the safety of this child is so important to you, then perhaps we should go together." Said the midwife. "There is strength in numbers." Despite the reasonable compromise, the stranger just shook her head.
"I'm afraid not." Said the stranger. "I can't take you with me. Please understand. Just hand over the child and you have my word that he'll be taken care of by people who wish to see him grow into a paragon of order. But I can't have you by his side. I'm sorry."
Now the midwife was getting suspicious. Backing away from the stranger, who only walked closer to the midwife with a pleading look on her face, despite that pleading look the midwife was moving away from the woman, now thinking she wanted to take the child away to a cruel and unloved place, somewhere far away from the watchful eye of Sigmar.
"Getaway." Said the midwife as she started to panic again. "This child will be delivered to the rightful hands of Sigmar and that's that. Are you willing to deny a god a child that was promised to him?"
"If it means saving the world, then yes." Said the black-haired stranger, causing some shock from the midwife. Before she could ask the stranger what she meant, the black-haired woman widened her eyes in shock. Before either woman could do anything a set of arms wrapped themselves around the throat of the midwife before pressing down firmly on. Gasping out, the woman, in her surprise, dropped the child, only for the stranger to quickly pick up the child before he hit the ground. Struggling to get out of the grip, the woman was slowly losing the fight to remain conscious as the arms stayed firm on her throat. Just before she lost consciousness, she saw the black-haired stranger gently place the child near her chest and eyed it with the warmness only a mother could give.
Black-haired stranger
The stranger, meanwhile, was gently taking care of the child as the midwife was being strangled, not doing anything to stop it. Much as she hated to admit it, it was necessary at this point.
Looking at the person that committed the deed, she saw a woman dressed similar to her doing it. In fact, the other woman was so much alike her in both appearance and looks that one would have mistaken them for one another if it weren't for their hair and eye color. Whereas the stranger's hair was black as the midnight sky, the other was white as snow. Where her eyes were green like emeralds, the other was blue like the clear ocean. Another thing to note was that the white-haired woman held a sadistic smile on her face as she strangled the poor midwife unconscious. When the midwife did fall unconscious, she was about to drop her to the floor uncaringly when the black-haired woman stopped her.
"There is no need for further damage, Arahan." Said the black-haired woman as she held the baby near her chest. "We already have done too much harm to the poor woman. There is no need for further violence. She's suffered enough as it is." The woman now known as Arahan could only scoff.
"This woman tried to save the one that would bring about the death of this world and the forest." Said Arahan as she did what the black-haired woman wanted. "If anything, we should kill her for not listening to us."
"She merely did what a woman of her position would have done when a stranger wishes to take a child from her." Said the black-haired woman as she looked at the child in her arms, scarcely believing that this child would bring about the end of the world as her queen said he will. That was why she had ordered them to retrieve the child and bring him back to the forest of Athel Loren, where their queen will do what must be done to prevent him from completing such a dark destiny.
Looking at the child's features, she can see the features of both types of man that spawned him. The fierce, but corrupt men from the northern lands, Norsca, and the soft, yet noble men from the southern lands, the Empire. A mix of both people into one. It would have been something that would have pleased her had it been something other than a result of rape. Sighing, the black-haired one gently carried the child as she went over to Arahan and the midwife. Handing over the child, causing Arahan to scowl as she was forced to hold the child, the currently unnamed woman gently carried the unconscious midwife to a nearby tree that gave one a good view on the road. Placing her as comfortably as she could near the tree, the knife ear woman gave the woman a look of pity before speaking.
"I'm sorry that things had to come to this." Said the woman to the midwife. "But know that this is for the greater good of the world, even if it doesn't seem that way in your eyes. I pray that you will find peace in our decision. If not, then I do not blame you."
"Are you done now, Naestra?" Said Arahan as she carried the child, far rougher than her black-haired counterpart. "We have to deliver this spawn to Ariel soon so she can get it this blasted thing from never completing its dark destiny." Naestra then got up and glared at Arahan in annoyance.
"Rape spawn he may be as well as the destined destroyer of this world, but he is still just a child, sister." Said Naestra as she took the child from Arahan. "And hopefully whatever Ariel has planned for him is sufficient enough to turn him away from his dark fate." Arahan just scoffed at that.
"Highly unlikely sister." Said Arahan as the two quickly retreated into the woods to begin their travel back to their home, where their queen was waiting for their charge to conduct her plans to save the forest from his evil.