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Lifelong Promise	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft. I do not make any money from this story. Written for Parzival12 as a request.

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Two
Korial’s legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed hard on the ground. His eyes were wide in shock as he stared up at the red-haired woman. His heart was hammering in his chest, threatening to break bone and leap right out between them. He was shaking, but he couldn’t tell if it was from shock or fear or both or something else entirely. She followed him down, crouching before him but not touching him this time. Her golden eyes softened and a smile played on her lips. It was sad, but slightly happy as well, as if she knew something he didn’t.
“I’m sorry. I startled you, didn’t I?”
Her voice was musical, melodious. It still didn’t do anything to ease his nerves. Korial swallowed hard and asked, “How do you know my name?”
Her golden eyes widened slightly. Then she blinked, as if she was trying to hide her shock. “Your name?”
“My name is Korial.” Why did his voice sound so small? “Who are you?”
She didn’t answer. She studied his face, her sadness becoming more profound the longer she stared at him. “So you don’t know?”
Korial blinked. “What?”
She didn’t move, but she looked to the side, her face becoming such the picture of sorrow that Korial had a sudden fit of self-loathing for making her look so sad. Then she looked back at him and smiled lovingly. “You still make that expression when you believe you’ve done something wrong, I see.”
Korial blinked. He couldn’t even begin to understand what she was talking about, but somewhere deep inside him, he could almost find a glimmer of knowledge. It was the same feeling that he’d had as a child, when he’d dreamed of dragons and watched them from afar. It was like those dreams had belonged to another person, that knowledge had belonged to another person, from a time before Korial himself. “Who are you?” he asked again.
This time she rose, stepping back from him. Korial didn’t move, watching the red-haired woman move through the grass as gently as a ballerina danced across the stage. When she was a good distance away from him, she said, “My name is Alexstrasza.”
Alexstrasza. Korial felt a shock of cold run through him. He stared at her, trying to see the dragon where the woman was standing. On one level, he knew exactly what she was - the legends were true, dragons could change their shape - but on another, he couldn’t quite believe what she was saying. “You mean... you’re...” his voice was barely more than a whisper.
She nodded, clasping her hands together before her as she watched him. “But then, you knew that, didn’t you?”
Korial didn’t say anything. He slowly got to his feet but didn’t move for his sword. He knew that Alexstrasza could kill him before he even pulled the weapon out of the ground. She didn’t seem like she would do so, but Korial had learned long ago not to trust dragons.
She is the Aspect of Life. She would never kill you, even if you tried to kill her. Because she loves you, even though she doesn’t know who you are. She loves all things. As she once loved me.
Korial shook his head to drown out the other voice inside him. He saw Alexstrasza’s expression change quickly from neutral to concerned back to neutral, but he knew she had some idea of what was going on with him. “How?” Korial asked. “How can you be a dragon and a human?”
Alexstrasza smiled. “I was born this way. I cannot change it. Same as you, Korial.” He noted that she had dropped the ‘strasz’ part of the name, and wondered why. “Are you not going to try and kill me? After all, that’s what you’ve been doing. I’ve heard of you, the boy who shares his name, and I wanted to see what you were made of.”
“Shares who’s name?” Korial asked, his voice gaining an edge. Alexstrasza only smiled, which made Korial’s temper spike. He grabbed for his blade and yanked it out of the ground, but he didn’t move. She just watched him, though she was no longer smiling. “Why aren’t you trying to kill me? After all, I’ve hunted down nearly all the dragons in Azeroth. You’re their queen. Why aren’t you defending your people?”
Alexstrasza smiled sadly. “Because I don’t believe in the taking of life. You are in pain, Korial, from something that happened long ago. And you blame dragons for it. I understand that. Instead of forgiving, you’ve taken your hatred and used it as a weapon against my kind. I understand that too. I’ve seen something similar before. There are two paths before you now-“
“Don’t lecture me like you’re my mother, or something!” Korial snapped. His knuckles tightened around the hilt of his sword. “You know nothing!”
Alextrasza’s smile became a little more sorrowful. “Korial, you won’t heal if you keep fighting the truth.”
He wished he could raise his hand to her, but his arm refused to move. He glared at her instead, his vision starting to blur. He closed his eyes tight against the tears and ground his teeth. “Maybe I don’t want to heal.”
His nose filled with her scent. He felt her warmth as her arms came around him, pulling him close and holding him tightly to her. The embrace was so comforting, so soothing, that Korial could no longer fight the tears. As he buried his face against Alextrasza’s neck, as he inhaled more of her scent - he remembered it somehow, that lovely scent of fresh flowers, of spring breeze, of freshly extinguished ash - he remembered a dream he once had, a dream that had very quickly become a nightmare.
He himself had been a dragon, a mighty red dragon who had learned the truth about the clutch of eggs resting beneath the great Wyrmrest Temple. Knowing there was no time, and knowing his sacrifice would be seen as betrayal, he went and barricaded himself within the chamber with the clutch and had orchestrated his own demise, along with the deaths of a hundred or less infants. Infants who would’ve hatched and grown to serve the mad dragon Deathwing in destroying everything good and wholesome about Azeroth. It had all been to protect his greatest love, his very life, the very woman who was hugging him now.
“I forgive you, Korialstrasz.” Alexstrasza whispered, stroking Korial’s hair. Her own tears slid down her face, partly from sadness, partly from happiness. “I forgive you. I love you.”
Korial lost his grip on his blade and it fell to the ground beside them. Unbidden, as if against his own will, his shaking arms he wrapped around her, feeling soft and supple skin against his fingertips. How long they stayed in that embrace, Korial didn’t know, but at last he raised his head and stepped back from her. Alexstrasza looked at him in askance, her own golden eyes watery. He knew in that moment, if he stepped back toward her, the embrace would begin again, and perhaps Alexstrasza might even would free him from his anger and hatred.
Instead, despite himself, Korial reached up to use his thumb to wipe away Alexstrasza’s tears. She leaned into his touch, her cheek brushing his palm. He smiled at her, then bent to pick up his sword. For the longest time, he studied the blade, then said softly, “My name is Korial, not Korialstrasz. I don’t know who you think I am. I used to live in a small village near Elwynn Forest. It was destroyed by two dragons, a red and a strangely-colored bronze.” His eyes flicked up to Alexstrasza. Whatever she saw there it made her take a step back. “You forgive me? For what? For doing what needs to be done?”
She took another step back. “Korialstrasz...”
“It’s Korial.” Lightning fast he swung his blade at her, but she evaded him. In two heartbeats, she was five steps away and then suddenly in the air, her powerful wings driving her upwards. He couldn’t reach her if he tried. “I will find you!” he roared. “I swear it! And when I do, I will kill you!”
Her golden eyes shone with sadness and shock. They both knew that she could kill him with one swipe of her claws, or burn him with her fiery breath. He realized that if he dropped his sword, if he called to her and begged her to land, to hold him again, to help him, she would do exactly that without hesitation. He kept his teeth firmly clenched, his eyes burning as he stared at her. And, at last, she turned toward the open sky and flew away, wings beating hard.
Korial realized he was crying when the first tear slid down beneath the collar of his armor. He blinked the tears away, rubbing his eyes with his fist when they wouldn’t stop, and when they did, sheathed his blade. He retrieved his horse, mounted, and then moved to follow the Dragonqueen’s path on the ground, chasing after her with the goal to end her life.
She was, after all, just another dragon, and he had sworn on his parents’ ashes to kill every dragon in Azeroth.
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