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Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jaina and Anduin turned to glare at Wrathion; they almost simultaneously nudged him in the ribs. Wrathion stiffened, he appear to growl dangerously at them both, and now they both were whispering to him angrily.
“Kairoz is Nozdormu’s past form? You knew this, didn’t you?" Jaina seethed, "I know you two are in league together, how long did you know this?”
At the same time, Anduin angrily whispered, “Nozdormu is in on this, too? No wonder you were so secretive—”
Wrathion raised an eyebrow in a show of regal irritation, he slapped Anduin’s hand away and whispered subtly through clenched teeth, “Interestingly enough, I knew nothing about this.”
In fact, he was quite annoyed that Kairoz had neglected to mention such an important detail.
But now that he’d thought of it, it made sense;Nozdormu, himself, had said he’d created the infinite dragonflight long ago, when once he’d been intent on preventing his own death. There must have been something in their own time period that he wanted, in order to accomplish this— Wrathion thought of how Kairoz had said, we’ll make the infinite dragonflight possible.
After all, the four of them who had come from the present were too young to have known what Nozdormu had looked like long ago; and so much time had passed since then anyway, that the other aspects might not have noticed that Kairoz resembled the way Nozdormu had looked over ten thousand years in the past. Maybe Kairoz wasn’t even really trying to hide from the present-day aspects the fact that he was Nozdormu.
As for Aethas, he said nothing of what he’d overheard last night; in truth, he wasn’t certain he disagreed with Kairoz, and maybe it was because he’d had the personal experience on multiple occasions of being labeled sinister, when he’d really just wanted to do his best.
He still couldn’t really believe he’d confessed to Jaina, in his past there had been so many painful nights when he’d worried himself over her; his mind drifted to those thoughts while he watched the guests chatting, it all seemed like a big family reunion somehow. In a small corner of the cave, Malygos was shyly performing small magic tricks for both Ysera’s and Neltharion’s whelps, they were tugging and climbing on him, which appeared to make him uneasy; he seemed too timid to ask them to stop, however.
This is the dragon who waged the Nexus wars… Aethas thought in disbelief, this shy pretty boy is the reason we moved Dalaran to Northrend…
Then there was Krasus; he was docilely sat at Alexstrasza’s feet with his head in her lap, and she was absently stroking his hair while speaking with Ysera; Aethas smiled to remember him among The Six in the Kirin Tor. He’d been a friend to Quel’thalas. At the moment, he appeared ever gentle and subdued, almost hiding in the queen’s robes— unlike two of her other consorts, who, Aethas took note, were lain in a shameless tangle of limbs and snogging each other stupid, like they had to entertain themselves somehow when they didn’t have the queen’s attention.
Aethas sighed, sometimes he really missed the parties in Dalaran, back when he’d studied magic there and before he’d had to grow up overnight; he’d been so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed until then that both he and Jaina were openly ogling the queen’s consorts.
He might have joked to her about whether she supposed the queen would let them borrow one for the night, except it was Jaina, and he was hesitant to let her know anything impure of him.
And at the other end of the room was Neltharion, flanked by both Kairoz and Nozdormu, he seemed to be talking with visible interest to both; even if Aethas didn’t feel himself their enemy, there was a bad feeling in his gut that this could not be good.
Anduin appeared to think so, as well, he was really quite concerned; here Nozdormu had asked him personally to come, because his function here was presumably so dire— and now it appeared he was actually Kairoz, and allied with infinite dragons. Anduin elbowed Wrathion particularly hard, and muttered angrily in whispering tones, “Now Neltharion is going to ally with them, Nozdormu told me to come here because supposedly I have some really important purpose— when do you think you wanna tell me about the world being destroyed and all?!”
"You have an important purpose?" Wrathion laughed, it was somehow insulting; "I’ll bet he meant your purpose is to stop me.”
Anduin chuckled dryly, he pointed one hand in the bronze dragons’ direction. “In case you haven’t noticed, Kairoz is a form of Nozdormu, and he’s allied with you. Obviously, that means he wouldn’t want me to stop you.”
"Don’t be so quick to judge," came the reply, "Nozdormu is directly opposed to Murozond, even though they’re the same dragon in alternate timelines. So Nozdormu is probably also opposed to Kairoz, even if they’re the same guy.”
“What with all— all the kissing—" Anduin stammered, suddenly shy; he was referring to the obvious affection Kairoz was showing Nozdormu. "They’re practically lovers— or something—”
But most disconcerting was the fact that Nozdormu appeared to have almost anticipated Kairoz’s presence at the meeting; that seemed to suggest they might have been allied somehow.
In a protective impulse, Jaina picked up the words kissing and lovers emitted by Anduin’s lips, and she turned rapidly to face him, guilty because she’d been watching whatever scandalous thing the queen’s consorts were up to—
"You two shouldn’t be watching that," she lectured Anduin directly, and now Aethas froze, because he’d totally been watching it, too. “Yeah!” he added for good measure, “Shame on you guys! That’s not at all the sort of thing…” his mind raced in attempt to find a good reason why they shouldn’t be watching. That sort of rigid princely discipline was exactly why he’d been so glad to study away in Dalaran…
"Watching what?" Anduin asked, and Aethas blinked at the unexpected awareness that Anduin really was that innocent; Wrathion appeared equally confused.
"Wha— well—" Jaina stammered, gradually aware she was watching, but the princes weren’t. She nudged Aethas painfully, “Kael’thas, you were watching?”
"What? Of course not! No! What sort of… beast… do you think…" he trailed off, and smiled despite himself as he stared at the consorts directly; he whispered to her, "Oh, come on, you remember the parties at the Legerdemain Lounge…” Jaina couldn’t help chuckling at that. She whispered back, “You can’t mention that in front of him…!”
"Right, human princes, so noble,” Aethas smiled, he rolled his eyes and held his hands up in mockery of being impressed. After that, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, “You’re right, they’re really not watching. Those two are so dull.”
Jaina pushed him lightly, with an incredulous laugh. “You are terrible influence.”
“You have no idea,” he sighed again, then remembered to stifle himself; if he’d kept that up, she’d get the wrong idea about him entirely.
Anduin and Wrathion had been too intently focused on the black and bronze aspects to notice all that other stuff; Anduin was more bitter than usual about his friend’s refusal to tell him his secrets. “I have some really important part in this! You have to tell me what’s going on!”
"Would you stop pestering me? I can’t afford to tell you anything. The last thing I need is all of Stormwind ruining my plans.”
Anduin’s entire face contorted in preparation for some nasty remark, but it occurred to him Wrathion was right; the end of the world was absolutely something all of Stormwind ought to do something about.
"Well, maybe all of Stormwind needs to intervene!” he finally said, and regretted it immediately after, because now Wrathion definitely wasn’t gonna tell.
“Oh!" Wrathion huffed, like he couldn’t handle the immense amount of exasperation he’d just been made to feel, "Oh! Oh, well now I’m definitely not gonna tell!”
“You know, that’s exactly the sort of thing— by the Light, look at those two guys over there—”
It seemed finally the princes took notice of the snogging consorts; they’d forgot their argument almost entirely, and were now staring mutely for several seconds, utterly stunned to see such a thing.
After some time, Anduin leaned close to Wrathion and whispered, “Have you ever done… anything like that?”
Wrathion flushed all at once. “What?" he recoiled, "What kind of question is that?”
But then, he appeared tentatively to assess Anduin’s reaction out the corner of his eye, like he wasn’t certain anymore whether doing something like that was a good or bad thing.
“That is— I mean— have you?”
“Ah—" Anduin stammered, suddenly self-conscious of his innocence. "Well— not exactly like that…”
His reply worried Wrathion greatly; it occurred to him Anduin must be farther ahead. He regarded Krasus, still dutifully sat with his head in the queen’s lap, and realized that, at that point in time, Krasus must have been younger than his own current age.
And he’d probably already sired at least one clutch.
"Oh—" Wrathion said rapidly, "Well— me too. That is, not exactly like that, but— you know.”
He gazed aside in mute panic, aware he now had to one-up his friend, because, apparently, he, himself, was terribly behind.
In truth, Anduin hadn’t got farther than kissing a girl on the lips— so saying that wasn’t exactly like what they were watching wasn’t technically a lie.
He was taken off guard when finally Neltharion called the meeting to order, at last the queen’s consorts looked up, both almost gasping for air; Malygos glanced up from where he’d been conjuring a particularly beautiful spell for the whelps, it was an elaborate set of blue blossoms, which glittered out of existence when Neltharion began to speak.
Wrathion’s father went on to relay the purpose of the meeting, how in the distant future Azeroth would be in peril, and that he’d confirmed with Nozdormu that this would be true.
“With Nozdormu—” Anduin whispered to Jaina, “He means Kairoz, he can’t be trusted—”
After that, Neltharion said he’d decided to lend the help of the black dragonflight, as wardens of the earth— because it was their foremost responsibility to protect Azeroth, regardless of whether help was needed in the present or future. He said the world would come under attack— by the Legion.
At this, the room erupted into commotion and chatter; Anduin, Jaina, and Aethas all stilled. “The Legion…” Anduin mouthed, Jaina appeared momentarily stunned; she slowly turned her head toward Aethas and whispered very softly, “Tell me you’re not somehow involved in this.”
He might have chastised her for accusing him of sinister things again, except he could not deny, something stirred in his heart to remember Kil’jaeden.
The power of it seduced him in a way that was nearly impossible to resist, and he fought terribly hard to block it out of mind.
"I have nothing to do with this, I told you," he said, but in his voice there was unmistakable longing; it sounded almost like heartache.
Anduin nervously gripped Wrathion’s arm, “You knew this. You knew this all along. Tell me this is another of your lies.”
"It’s another of my lies," Wrathion sighed, audibly annoyed; there his father gave away his secret bluntly.
“I don’t believe you!" Anduin said, "It’s not a lie, is it? This time it’s real!"
At his side, Jaina appeared to be struggling for clarity; she was thinking aloud, “There must be some way to find out if this is true. Velen might know. He can see visions of the future.”
Ysera had her hands over the ears of one of her whelps; she was shaking her head at Neltharion in disapproval and said, “This isn’t something for whelps to hear!" She turned to Alexstrasza after that and sighed, "I just couldn’t find a sitter on such short notice…"
Now Neltharion had his arms raised and was trying to silence the room back into order.
"There’s an artifact I’ve been meaning to have constructed for a while— and now it seems its time has come. I believe it should be able to combat even forces as strong as those of the Legion, but I’ll need assistance from the other flights."
At this, Jaina paled. She swore under her breath, audibly frightened; “No. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is. But how can this be? Wasn’t he already corrupted when he decided to make the— " she gripped Wrathion’s arm and seethed with pure anger, "You’re behind this. You and Kairoz, and Murozond—Do you realize what this means?”
But Wrathion appeared equally afraid; his eyes went wide with the realization of what he’d done by coming here; he’d never imagined he’d lead his father to do the very evil he’d resolved himself to escape.
However, it was ultimately Nozdormu who spoke; he rose to his feet with determination he’d not shown since they’d got there, and faced Neltharion directly. “No,” he said, “Absolutely not. The Dragon Soul was a terrible horror; it will destroy the Legion, but it will destroy the world with it, too.”
Jaina and Anduin glanced with pure hope, and now Wrathion also rose from his seat. “Nozdormu is right,” he said, “The Dragon Soul will destroy the very world we seek to protect.” You will destroy the world, yourself, Father.
Beside Neltharion, Kairoz appeared completely exasperated, he leaned back in his seat with both hands rubbing hard at his eyes, like he was terribly overworked.
“Why don’t you just let me do the talking,” he sighed, and it wasn’t certain whether he was speaking to Nozdormu or Wrathion; “We won’t make the Dragon Soul the way it was made before—”
"Don’t listen to him," Jaina said, "he’s been plotting with infinite— dra…gons…" she trailed off, aware suddenly that infinite dragons weren’t something the other flights present had heard of before.
At that, Kairoz shot Aethas a death glare that had him still with fright— because Kairoz thought that if Jaina knew this much, it meant Aethas must have squealed what he’d overheard.
"I haven’t said anything!" Aethas sputtered, and now he definitely seemed to Jaina like he’d been conspiring with the infinite dragons; Wrathion and Anduin both glanced at him, and Jaina murmured, “You said you weren’t in league with them… you’re not still in service of Kil’jaden, are you?”
"Jaina— you don’t honestly think— I swear, I’m not in league with them or Kil’jaeden.”
"Kil’jaeden?" Anduin asked in confusion, "Aethas is in league with Kil’jaeden?" His voice was inhumanly tender, like he was trying to understand, and forgive, and offer hope.
Aethas groaned tiredly, he was rubbing at his face with visible annoyance. “Seriously, what did I just say? I said I’m not in league with Kil’jaden…” he grumbled.
Neltharion sighed as he tried uselessly to call order to the room once again, he was now stood with Kairoz at his side; His voice came with a kind, fatherly sort of smile, and he spoke calmly.
"With all due respect," he said, and got one arm around Kairoz, "I’ve known Nozdormu since before the dawn of our kind— and my own judgment is not so terribly flawed. Either way, rest assured, my sisters and brothers, that none here will be forced to take any course of action they do not wish to take. Let us at least hear what he has to say.”
There was some whispering and chatter amongst the guests, and in the meantime Kairoz leaned forth toward Nozdormu; his hands caressed gently along both sides of his face, he spoke to him in soft, intimate tones. “I would never wish you harm,” he whispered, “I have no greater wish than for you to live forever.”
He released him almost with regret and turned finally to face the others. “It is true that the Dragon Soul had caused terrible things,” he said, “but this is because of the way it was constructed. I believe it can be purified, and the black dragonflight, too, can be saved.”
He regarded Nozdormu out the corner of his eye and spoke momentarily to him. “You had seen it, hadn’t you, long ago— before you’d lost your vision of the future— a powerful and holy prophet of the Light will rise within Azeroth, with the ability to end corruption—”
Nozdormu shook his head like he were somehow confused; he was now arguing with Kairoz directly. “You can’t be serious,” he laughed, “That’s your plan? That’s as good as legend, it was only a vision and an arbitrary one at that, you can’t take that for truth— and even if it were fact, it wouldn’t happen for thousands of years, and we wouldn’t even know where to begin looking—”
"Wouldn’t we?" Kairoz asked, "but you’ve brought him to us for exactly this reason.”
Nozdormu squinted, he still appeared very perplexed; “What are you…” he trailed off, aware Kairoz had slowly turned to look at Anduin.
Anduin’s brow furrowed when he noticed them both staring; he looked around, clearly confused, one finger slowly pointing to himself.
"What— you don’t mean— me?!”
He chuckled, like it was a pretty good joke, but he could tell Kairoz was serious; he could feel everyone’s eyes on him.
"I—" he laughed and shook his head, "I’m not a powerful prophet.”
He turned sideward to Jaina, then Wrathion, in attempt to have their support.
"No," Kairoz said, "not yet.”
(On to Chapter 7)
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A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, though there are a lot of lore characters I like. I've had a very difficult time finding anyone interested in this, as WoW fangirls usually like RPing their OCs (which I'm not interested in doing). It's cool by me if you're not completely versed in the lore, I'm not a die-hard lore person, myself, and it's something you can read about a bit at a time as necessary. If you're over 18 and feel like giving it a try, please let me know (contact info on my profile). Thank you!
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