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Duality Risen	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Duality Risen
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-one
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Epilogue
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Twenty-one

Nigrade’s tower wasn’t much of a tower. Built out of an old hollowed-out tree, one could walk right by and never know he was there. It was probably how he survived the constant night elf patrols, Mardruk thought. The only way the group was able to Nigrade’s home was because of Nolay. The druid had stopped abruptly and spun to face the old tree, giving it a warm smile as though she was meeting a beloved relative after a decade of absence. For all anyone knew, she might have been.
Chairon led them over the obscured path, disarming traps and rearming them once the group had passed. As they approached the base of the old tree, Mardruk wasn’t surprised to find the old orc leaning on a staff waiting for them. His tired red eyes focused on Chairon, then swept over the others, lingering on the Alliance before they finally settled on Mardruk.
Following every word that Goran had taught him, Mardruk dipped his head in a respectful position, and said, “Lok’tar.”
Nigrade’s red eyes widened slightly. Then an odd smile played on his wrinkled face. “So, one of you remembers your manners, at least.”
Mardruk blinked. “What?”
Nigrade waved his hand. “Not here. These old bones can’t take much strain. Since you’re here, you might as well come inside. Mind your shins.”
The old orc led the group inside the old tree. The first room was cluttered by books, grimoires, and scrolls. Candles sputtered behind glass globes on small tables, giving light to see by. “Find a place to sit. Careful when you move things. The squirrels might bite.”
Serasin jerked her hand back from a pile of scrolls, then settled to stand, her eyes focused on the old orc. Nigrade barely spared her a glance. Instead, he looked at Chairon, who had situated himself on a three-legged stool. “It’s good to see you again, little one.”
Chairon gave the old warlock a smile. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”
“No doubt.” Nigrade settled into a thick cushioned chair and looked out at the eight scattered before him. “Aljei is causing trouble, is he?”
The group stared. “H-how did you know?” Mardruk asked. The others asked the same thing, in varying degrees of disbelief. Only Chairon remained silent.
Nigrade sighed. “Aljei always causes trouble. After we sealed him away, it would’ve been foolish of us to expect he would remain where he was. But most of us did grow lax in monitoring him. They were the ones who died first. Besides the obvious, Aljei has been traveling with you since your journey began.” The old orc shook his head when the group looked toward Chairon. An old, withered finger pointed to Mardruk. “You awakened him, boy. You and he share a bond. You are the only one who can defeat him.”
Mardruk swallowed. “Aljei’s… inside of me?”
“He’s been watching, manipulating. He sent you to me to protect me, yes?” Nigrade nodded. “I will be the last he comes after.”
“So we’ve just let three others die because I was too stupid to see past his tricks?” Mardruk asked, voice tight with anger.
Nigrade shrugged. “Did you let them, or were they already dead? Aljei wants to have fun in his kills, not torture his players unless they’re intended for that purpose.”
Cassie touched Mardruk’s arm. His hand covered hers. “So we just have to keep you from dying.” Cassie said, her gaze turning to Nigrade’s.
“It won’ be dat simple.” Peritali said. “Aljei planned for us ta be here. He knows us, how we operate. He’ll be holding all de cards.”
“Unless we change the game.” Serasin said slowly. “We make him think what we want him to think. Of course he’ll expect a trick like that. Who wouldn’t? But we set up wards and barriers, show him what our intended hand is. Zen, vhen he actually shows up, he’ll be expecting to go through wards and barriers, not traps.”
Raichlos canted his head. “That might just work. It’s a sneaky underhanded trick, isn’t it? I like it.”
Nolay added her agreement. “It will give us an advantage if he’s already wounded when we try to attack him. If Mardruk’s the only one who can defeat him, we have to make sure our energy is focused on protecting and healing him.”
“We have time yet.” Chairon said absently. “He’ll want to revel in these last kills. He’ll take his time, make us sweat. It’s best if we plan what we want to do out of Mardruk’s earshot. Just in case.”
Nigrade nodded slightly. “This would be best. There are rooms up those stairs that you may use. I don’t have many, so you’ll have to share. Mardruk, if you’d come with me, we have much to discuss.”
Mardruk glanced at his friends, squeezed Cassie’s fingers, then rose to help Nigrade hobble into another room on the lower level. Cassie curled her fingers and brought them to her lips, wondering why she felt like this would be the last time she would feel Mardruk’s touch. She shivered and hurried after Serasin as the draenei led the rest upstairs.

“I know of Thrall, with his blue eyes, but never have I seen one with violet.” Nigrade told Mardruk as he settled his old bones on his bed.
“Thrall was lucky,” Mardruk replied. “My eyes were the reason mother abandoned me.”
Nigrade shook his head, mane of white hair falling over his shoulders. “Violet eyes are rarer than blue. You have a great strength inside of you, boy. You may not be a leader of a people, or change the course of history, but what you do accomplish will seem so much more important.”
Mardruk sighed. “So I’ve been told over and over. But I’ve never felt this strength.”
“How many of us failed to break free of the Fel powers? We needed that magic until our Warchief came and kicked us in our asses. Look at the strength you’ve mustered! Friends where enemies should be. Lovers, when there should be hatred. Yes, yes, everyone knows about that Proudmoore whore and her fascination with Thrall, but it isn’t the same.
“You love that flame-haired girl out there. I see it in those eyes of yours. Do you realize no half-breeds exist between Alliance and Horde? You are, you will be, a harbinger of a greater strength none of us have seen since before we orc were cut off from our homeland. If you survive your next test.”
Mardruk could say nothing for a long while. “You mean if I survive Aljei, I could bring children into this world?”
“More than children.” Nigrade stated. “Hope. If, IF, you survive Aljei.”
Mardruk clenched his fists. All his life he’d been teased about his eyes. To know that, maybe, a prophecy awaited him at the end of his road, made him believe for the first time his eyes weren’t a curse. He looked Nigrade in the eyes. “What do I have to do?”
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