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Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Twelve
Wrathion slogged through the muddy water, grumbling the entire time. Anduin was right behind him, with Shandris bringing up the rear. They'd managed to make it to the Wetlands with minimal damage, though Wrathion had proven himself a capable tank. It was rather amusing to watch him and Shandris vie with each other over who could kill the poor creature the fastest.
Anduin stared ahead, trying to see how much longer the puddle went on for. Not that it was really a puddle. It looked like a small lake. It must've rained something fierce, and Anduin decided the Wetlands certainly lived up to its name. He also decided he really didn't want to come back to this place.
Finally they had solid ground under their feet, and they took the time to try and wring muddy water out of their clothes. Or at least Anduin did. Wrathion and Shandris only had to scrape mud off their armor. They walked in silence for a little while, listening to the sounds of wildlife around them. Anduin spotted a few knolls, but they kept their distance from the party. They also spotted tiny little whelplings flitting around, their eyes wild and angry. Wrathion's one attempt to try and talk to one ended very badly, and he decided not to bother. "Too far gone." He said when Anduin had asked him. "There's no point in saving them."
By the end of the fourth day, they were able to see lights in the distance. Shandris unrolled a map and studied it for a while, giving a slight nod. "It's one of ours. We should be able to find supplies there."
"We're not in need of supplies. Why stop?" Wrathion asked.
"Because between here and Alterac there aren't really any Alliance holdings, except for our staging area into Arathi Basin." Shandris replied. "We're not likely to get any supplies from there, considering they need them more than we do."
"Are you suggesting we'll run out of supplies before we get where we want to be?"
"I'm suggesting we need to be prepared. Once we enter Arathi, the only safe place will be the staging area. After that, we head into Hillsbrad. There's nothing there that's friendly to Alliance, and even more so once we get into Alterac."
Anduin raised his hand to stop Wrathion's coming argument. "Shandris is right. Even if we get to Alterac and manage to speak with someone who can tell us where Go’el is, there's no telling where we'll have to go. So unless you want to spend time digging through the dirt for roots and hunting for meat, we're going to need to get as many supplies as we can."
Wrathion tilted his head and considered Anduin's words. "I didn't realize being an adventurer was such difficult work."
"Those adventurers, as you call them, often travel with far less than we have right now." Shandris said. "Most of the time, they have to hunt or forage, because they don't always have food available in their packs."
"Yes, but they can also travel great distances much faster." Wrathion replied. "They have things called mounts."
"Are you that upset that we're traveling by foot?" Anduin asked.
"No. Just pointing out a fact."
"Why don't you put your incredible intelligence to use and find us some more firewood?" Shandris told Wrathion, her lips tilted in a strange smile.
Wrathion just glowered at her, but rose anyway and pointed at Anduin. "You better not ditch me."
Anduin managed somehow to look offended. "Why would I do that?"
"I don't know. But don't."
They watched him disappear into the dark. Anduin looked at Shandris. "Why do you pick on him like that?"
Shandris shrugged. "He makes it easy. Besides, I often imagine that this is what it's like to have siblings. I've observed humans often enough to know that the oldest sibling often picks on the younger."
"That may be true, but they don't do it all the time."
"Why do you indulge him?"
"What?"
Shandris shifted position, pulling her glaive closer to her. "I've seen the way you treat him. He's like a child."
"He is a child. He's only two."
"Even kal'dorei parents know not to spoil their children, so why indulge him?"
Anduin shrugged. "I don't know. Probably because he knows about ten different ways to kill us before we even realize we're dead? Besides that, he's the last black dragon in all of Azeroth, and he's got a key role in what's happening now. You saw for yourself."
Shandris was quiet for a while. "You really believe that Wrathion is the key to all this?"
"I think he's got at least a part in it somehow. Besides, if we don't have him, we'll never be able to find the Earth Warder."
Shandris hummed. "You really think he's that important?"
Anduin didn't get a chance to answer. A piercing cry came out of the darkness, sending both the Prince and Commander to their feet. Anduin and Shandris exchanged a look, then took off running, trying to find Wrathion.
They didn't have to look for long.
Even in the dark, the shape of a dragon was unmistakeable. Anduin couldn't tell what color it was, but his first thought was that it was a red dragon. Fear washed through him, a frigid feeling that sharpened his mind. The reds had never quite forgiven Wrathion for escaping them, then working his own plans against theirs. Wrathion had never mentioned it, but Anduin knew that Wrathion was constantly looking over his shoulder for any agents of the red flight. Anduin quickly raised his staff and directed the Light to it in order to protect Wrathion from whatever was about to happen. Then he paused at the sight of a blood elf extricating himself from between the dragon's claws. And... Was he yelling at the dragon?
As they got close, Anduin saw that this dragon wasn't red. It was bronze. Wrathion stood nearby, jaw nearly touching the floor. He didn't look like he was injured. And it seemed like the dragon and blood elf hadn't noticed their audience yet, too engrossed in arguing with each other. Then the dragon began to shrink, until a beautiful high elf female stood where the dragon once did, her arms folded across her chest as she scolded, or something like that, the blood elf.
Then her head turned, and she looked right at Wrathion.
If Anduin had to judge her expression, she looked startled, even a little perturbed that Wrathion was standing right in front of her.
At the same time she moved, so did Shandris. Anduin quickly snapped out of his surprise and hurried to Wrathion's side to pull him out of whatever danger he was about to be in. He wasn't sure what happened first - he saw Shandris strike and he saw the bronze dragon turned blood elf dodge it with a speed no one should rightfully possess. Before Shandris could pull back and prepare for another strike, the bronze was within range and delivering a series of hits to Shandris' chest and stomach. Shandris hit the ground, saved from serious injury only by Anduin's quick shield.
"I thought you were a Mage." The male blood elf said, his voice tinged with something like awe.
"I can be whatever I want." Replied the bronze. She gave Shandris a long look, as if she expected the night elf to get up after the assault she'd just delivered, then focused on Wrathion and Anduin. "You. You're not supposed to be here."
"Who?" Wrathion and Anduin said.
"You. The Black Prince. Actually, none of you are supposed to be here. Why are you here?"
"Why are you?" Shandris spat, getting to her feet.
The male blood elf coughed. "Well, funny story..."
"We fled the clutches of a group of Dark Shaman bent on destroying Azeroth using Go’el as their weapon." The bronze said.
Anduin blinked and exchanged glances with Wrathion and Shandris. Then he looked at the bronze. "You... You're sure about that?"
"Quite sure. Now, would you like to explain why the Black Prince, the Prince of Stormwind, and the Commander of the night elf army are gallivanting around in the Wetlands for?"
"What's a bronze dragon and blood elf wandering around together for?" Shandris shot back.
"Can we not antagonize the nice bronze dragon lady?" Anduin asked. He took a deep breath. "But Shandris is right - what are you doing together, escaping from Dark Shaman, and who are you?"
The bronze canted her head to the side. She considered her options for a moment, then sighed quietly. "My name is Karidormi. About a month ago now, I had a vision where Go’el became corrupted, just like Deathwing. No one believed me, so I decided to investigate on my own. I went to find him, and discovered that the corruption was already taking root. He and Aggra are fighting it now, but..."
"But?" Anduin asked.
Karidormi wrung her hands together. "The corruption is spreading quickly. Go’el has already fallen into a coma, and I've used what little power I have left to try and stop it. The only solution I could think of was to find a black dragon powerful enough to take on some of the power of the Earth Warder."
"Wait. Time out." Said the blood elf. "That's why you're going to the Dark Portal? To find a black dragon that just might be willing to save the guy who killed their flight's leader?"
Karidormi looked at him. "I told you you didn't have to come with me."
"Yeah, and let you fall into some sort of trap or danger or whatever the hell-"
"You're the one who helped them catch me in the first place!"
"It wasn't like I knew what you were trying to do! And if I'd known you were a dragon, I never would've gotten involved!"
"Enough!" Anduin yelled. He turned to the blood elf. "Who are you?"
The blood elf let his breath whistle through his teeth. "Dashiell. Master rogue, at your service."
Silence reigned for a moment. Then Anduin looked at Karidormi. "Kari - is it okay I call you Kari? - you looked like you saw a ghost when you saw Wrathion." Anduin looked at his friend, and noticed Wrathion seemed a little pale. Anduin reached out to clasp his shoulder, wondering if he was going to have another attack. But Wrathion soon sucked in a breath and nodded slowly, silently telling Anduin he was fine.
Karidormi shifted a little. "I was on my way to see Prince Wrathion when I was ambushed by Dashiell and the Dark Shaman Khargol."
"You were on your way to see me?" Wrathion asked.
"I was afraid that whatever was happening to Go’el would affect you as well. I wanted to make sure the corruption hadn't spread to you, and I wanted..." Kari paused. "Well, I wanted to confirm if you would make a good candidate for taking some of the power."
"Which he's not." Shandris replied. She quickly recounted the earthquake in Stormwind and Wrathion's collapse. "If anything, he should stay far away from Go’el as possible after hearing your story."
"I agree." Wrathion said, startling Anduin and Shandris. The young black dragon looked at Karidormi and said, "I had a dream where I was used by a great evil to destroy Durotar. I can only assume the evil is this Dark Shaman, and if Go’el is as far gone as you say, then it's best we not go, after all."
"I guess we don't have to," Anduin said, "since our whole reason for going was to confirm Wrathion's dream."
Dashiell raised his hand. "Well, now what?"
"Now the princes and I shall return to Stormwind." Shandris said. "And I suppose you two will continue on your journey."
Wrathion stepped forward, coming to a halt before Karidormi. He turned to look at Anduin and Shandris. "I'm going with her."
"What?"
"I'm going with her." Wrathion repeated, spacing out his words.
Anduin felt his jaw drop. "Why?"
"Don't be dense. Obviously, Kari knows all about our little plight and she's determined to stop it. Also, she's going to Outland, some place I've never been, and she's going there to see members of my flight, which I had no clue about. So, I'd like to see them." Wrathion folded his arms over his chest. "And so I'm going."
"Never mind the fact that these Dark Shaman might be after you as well?"
"Then I guess you'd better come with me."
Anduin and Wrathion stared at each other for a long while. Then Anduin sighed and threw his hands into the air. "Why do I even bother trying to argue with you?! You always get your way, even if it's a terrible idea."
Wrathion gave Anduin a toothy grin. "It's an exercise in self-control, I suppose."
Self-control my ass, thought Anduin. He looked at Karidormi and wondered what she was thinking. Certainly she hadn't expected to add the three of them to her party, and by the look on Dashiell's face, he certainly hadn't expected to be dragged into her quest either. "So?" Anduin finally asked.
Karidormi looked at each of them for a long moment. Then she said, "You're welcome to come along, but please understand I'm not going there for pleasure. I'm going there to find someone who can shoulder some of the power of the Earth Warder. And because I'm doing this, I will be hunted by the people who don't want me to do that. By coming with me, you'll be exposed to the same danger, and I don't know if I can protect you. Especially you, Prince Anduin."
Anduin smiled, but there was no real emotion to it. "I think I can take care of myself."
"Then I suggest we start moving. It won't be long before Khargol and his Dark Shaman discover where we are."
Anduin and Wrathion exchanged glances with Shandris, then fell in beside Kari as she began to walk. No one questioned why they weren't flying, since Karidormi was definitely large enough to carry them all, but Anduin found he wasn't the only one glancing over his shoulder.
Dashiell was constantly turning his head to look behind, and wasn't it interesting he was doing it when he thought no one was looking?
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