Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft. I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Four
Wrathion took a deep breath and stretched his little wings. He could smell the ocean, he could smell horses and other things he figured weren't meant for polite company, and he smelled something that reminded him strongly of the place where he had hatched. It was the smell of humans.
"Awake?"
Wrathion craned his little head to look toward the only human he trusted outside of his own guard. Anduin had an easy smile on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked better now, without the bandages and the crutch, and without the worry in his blue eyes that something even more dangerous than the past threats to Azeroth had been sitting right across from him the entire time he'd been healing. Of course, the two had become fast friends despite the tension that had been accumulating since Wrathion had revealed his plan to save Azeroth. "Shouldn't you be asking if I got any sleep? This ship has been rocking incessantly."
"Yeah, well, that's because it's been on the ocean." Anduin replied with a smile. "Be happy. At least you didn't get sea-sick."
"Small favors, I suppose." Wrathion shifted and fluttered over to Anduin's shoulder. He could still remember the sounds of several people spending the night above deck with their heads hanging over the side.
"You know, we've docked. You can change forms now." Anduin said, wobbling a little as Wrathion's weight settled on his shoulder.
"I could. I don't wish to,"
"I'm not carrying you all the way to the castle."
"I'll change once we get off the ship."
"Why not now?"
"Because I'm pretty sure Left wants to murder me for dragging her out of Pandaria." Wrathion craned his neck, looking for the mentioned guard. "She's not here, is she?"
"No. And I don't see how being in your true form would keep her from strangling you."
"Because I'm small and cute and have big glowing red eyes."
Anduin pressed his lips together and fought not to laugh at Wrathion's poor imitation of trying to look cute. "Right."
"Don't laugh at me, human."
"I'll laugh if I damn well want to." Anduin replied. He moved to leave the cabin he'd been sharing with Wrathion and headed up to the deck.
As they arrived above deck, Wrathion craned his head to look at the harbor of Stormwind. There were plenty of tall masts in the harbor and on the horizon, a majority of the Alliance fleet returning home after waging war in Pandaria against both the Horde and Garrosh and other things. Across the harbor rose a great stone pathway that led up and into the city. "It's huge." Wrathion commented.
"Yeah," Anduin agreed. "But you get used to it. It's pretty much one huge circle anyway." He started off the ship, following a few of the sailors and soldiers onto the dock.
Wrathion couldn't see anybody that had been with the honor guard waiting on the docks, but he could see his guards ranged about in strategic locations, all watching and waiting. "Where's your father?"
"He went on ahead with everyone else to see Tyrande and the night elves off." Anduin stepped onto the pier and headed toward the far end of the harbor, toward the path that would lead into the city. He got about halfway before Wrathion fluttered to the ground and, in a split second, assumed his human form. Anduin watched as the Black Prince's guard practically swarmed around the two of them. "It always creeps me out when they do that."
Wrathion smiled. "I think it's quite charming."
Anduin stared at his friend for a long moment. "Can you tell them to ease off, maybe? I don't think anyone is going to attack us in Stormwind."
"You don't know that."
"I think I do." Anduin gave Wrathion a long, lazy smile. "Or are you scared?"
Wrathion glowered at Anduin. "I am not scared."
"Oh? Because I think you're standing a little too close. Like you want me to protect you. Like you're afraid of seeing Onyxia's ghost or something like that."
"You're an ass, Wrynn." Wrathion growled. But he stepped away from Anduin and waved back his guards. Anduin just watched, smiling, as Wrathion led the way into the city of Stormwind.
Everything was just like Anduin remembered. The streets were bustling with people from every race that belonged to the Alliance, including the Tushui Pandaren. A Draenei that stepped into Anduin's path paused, then inclined her head, a sign of respect. He returned the gesture, smiling, then continued on his way. Anduin chose to head through Cathedral Square. It was probably the safest way of getting to the keep and avoiding the Trade District entirely. It was always crowded, and was probably even more so now that the Alliance would be celebrating the defeat of the Horde's Warchief, Garrosh Hellscream.
When they reached the keep, after Anduin had to drag Wrathion away from the Dwarven District practically kicking and screaming, Anduin spotted his father standing with a small contingent of guards, as well as Tyrande Whisperwind. There was another night elf there as well. Anduin recognized her as Tyrande's adopted daughter, Shandris Feathermoon.
"I thought you said your dad was seeing them off?" Wrathion asked.
"I did. He was." Anduin started to approach. He saw his father glance at him, then return his attention to the night elves. Anduin bowed to Tyrande as he reached his father, then asked, "I thought you were heading home, Lady Tyrande."
Tyrande smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "We were. That is, until we learned that Garrosh Hellscream's trial would be held soon."
"Taran Zhu and the Shado-Pan are taking care of the details." Varian said, his voice gruff. Anduin bit his cheek to keep from smirking. This was an argument Varian had had many times before, though the person he'd been arguing with hadn't been Tyrande. "He said he would contact me when it was time. And I told you that I would send word as soon as I knew anything."
"Yes. I know." Tyrande smiled. "But I would still feel comfortable if someone I trusted stayed here, to make sure."
Varian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, he looked at Anduin. "What do you think?"
Anduin blinked. Why was his father asking him? "I think it's reasonable. But Stormwind's gonna be dreadfully boring, and there's always so many people. I don't think someone not from here would be able to stand it for very long. And there's no telling when Taran Zhu would contact us."
"That's the rub, isn't it?" Wrathion spoke suddenly. "Everyone wants to be the first to know, the first to arrive, as if that would change anything about Garrosh's fate."
Tyrande turned to Wrathion, studying him. "You must be the Black Prince. I've heard your machinations helped our champions to defeat the former Warchief."
Wrathion gave her a toothy smile. "I wish you wouldn't use the word 'machinations', Lady Tyrande. That makes my plans sound evil, and I'm desperately trying to steer clear of that."
"Yes, and that's why you ordered the assassinations of every living black dragon in Azeroth." Tyrande replied.
Wrathion's expression didn't change, but Anduin could tell by the subtle shift of his body that he wasn't happy with Tyrande's observation. So Anduin stepped between Wrathion and Tyrande and smiled. "The fact is, we won. Now we should deal with the problems left behind. Pandaria will need help and time to recover, so we should focus on that."
"Tyrande," Varian said, his voice gruff, "now isn't the time to be fighting amongst ourselves for something out of our control. Leave someone here if it'll make you feel better. I'll make sure she is the first informed, and see that she gets to you immediately."
Tyrande seemed to consider Varian's words for a moment. Then she tilted her head and looked at Shandris. "Would you be willing to stay and await word from Taran Zhu?"
Shandris blinked, like she was surprised to be the one chosen. "If you wish, I'll stay."
Tyrande smiled and raised her hand to press it against her adopted daughter's cheek. "You're the only one I can trust with this."
Shandris smiled. "Then you can count on me, mother."
"May Elune be with you."
Varian stepped closer to Tyrande, brushing past Anduin and Wrathion. "Go inside and get cleaned up. We're going to be very busy."
"Who's this 'we' you speak of?" Anduin asked with a knowing grin. Varian's lips twitched, but that was about all of the emotion Anduin wrangled from his father. He pulled Wrathion into the keep, aware Shandris was following them. The blonde Prince let out a silent sigh. Home barely for an hour and already they were preparing for the next crisis.
"Anduin?"
Both boys paused to look at Shandris. She seemed confused, looking around like something wasn't quite right. "What's wrong?" Anduin asked.
Those words seemed to be the key. One moment, everything was deadly silent, and the next everything was suddenly vibrating. Anduin called upon the Light and flung a shield over the three of them as the massive stones above their heads threatened to fall down. Wrathion bared his teeth and crouched, hands splayed against the stone at his feet as though he could do something to stop the violent shaking. Shandris was crouched, too, more for balance than anything else.
As fast as it started, it was over.
Anduin slowly let his shield dissipate and turned to look at the interior of Stormwind Keep. Nothing looked completely destroyed, but he could see all of the books in the library had been knocked off their shelves and a few paintings had fallen from their mountings, but there had been no injuries. As far as Anduin could tell, anyway.
Then Wrathion suddenly doubled over clutching his head. He let out an agonized scream, startling Anduin, Shandris, and Wrathion's guard. Anduin grabbed hold of his friend as Wrathion nearly collapsed, holding him close. The black dragon's body was twitching violently, as though he were having a seizure. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and his teeth were clenched so hard Anduin was afraid they'd break. Then Wrathion arced so violently that Anduin swore he heard his spine crack, and then Wrathion went limp in his arms.
"Is he okay?" Shandris asked, kneeling beside Anduin. "Is he dead?"
"He's not dead," I hope. Anduin tilted Wrathion's head toward him. His friend was out cold, but his eyes were moving rapidly under their lids, and his breathing was fast, like he'd just gone running. Anduin touched his fingers lightly to Wrathion's skin, but he couldn't sense any wound, even internally. Finally, Anduin let one of Wrathion's guards take him, then rose to lead them to a room they could use. "I don't know," Anduin said. "This has never happened before, in all the time I've known him."
"Will he be okay?" Shandris asked, following after Anduin as he led the small group down the hall.
"I don't know." Anduin replied softly. But his fist clenched tight, and he decided he would find out exactly what happened to his friend. One way or another.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dawn of the Dragon