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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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Following the talks on part of Neltharion and Kairoz, the guests were given an intermission to discuss matters amongst themselves; the black aspect had emphasized that none will be coerced to agree or participate if they didn't wish to do so. He was approached by both Wrathion and Jaina, who spoke over each other in anxious tones, they asked very insistently that he reconsider this terrible idea.
"I don't care what sort of vision the bronze dragons had," Jaina told Anduin after that, "you'll take no part in this." Anduin agreed absently without really listening; he was far too overwhelmed by everything he'd heard, from the Legion's impending invasion to this news about the Dragon Soul, to his own supposed destiny as some kind of prophet.
Somewhere in the background, he was aware of Wrathion and Jaina's voices as they spoke to Neltharion again, Jaina was now asking whether Kairoz had also been so helpful as to mention what the Dragon Soul had turned Neltharion into, in her own timeline.
Anduin stared at some random area of the cave floor, his hands idly drew patterns in the soft sand as he thought of this; the prospect of creating the Dragon Soul was indeed horrifying, but he couldn't shake a feeling he'd had since the night he'd realized he had to come here— somewhere inside, he inexplicably knew he had a role here.
There was too much noise in that part of the cavern, and he couldn't think clearly— he was badly enough distracted as it were, with everyone arguing and talking loudly he was able to get up and quietly walk away. He crossed the large hall where the meeting was held, and then proceeded absently down one of the branching corridors, the pads of his fingers trailed loosely along the stony walls; the way was illuminated at intervals by glowing colored lichens and gems, his shadow hovered malformed on the earthy floor.
It occurred to him he'd felt somehow useless ever since he'd heard about the world's nearing demise, Wrathion never told him anything because he thought he'd only interfere— but here was his chance to do something.
He could conceivably have a hand in protecting the world, and something in him hungered desperately to do so.
But what if it all were just a bunch of lies, devised craftily by Kairoz and Murozond— what if they tried knowingly to seduce him with false suggestions, because they knew it would make him eager to participate? He thought, I shouldn't buy so readily into such a thing, if I were to become some sort of prophet, Velen would have seen it. He would have told me.
It was a very disappointing thing to realize, but it seemed logical— this he could not deny.
On his journey down the corridor, he felt a slight draft, he blinked in confusion as he'd not realized there was a second exit from the lair; he followed down the hallway until he'd rounded a bend, and saw that, some distance before him, the floor of the cave appeared curiously to dissolve into something like mist, and beyond it was a grassy, wooded area.
A portal, he thought, because he knew the region outside the cavern was heavily covered by snow; this wasn't just an exit from the lair. However, it was unlike any portal he'd encountered, and it was strange that he could actually feel the chill of the air outside.
Very vaguely, he could make out a figure stood in the forest dressed in red, his voice could be heard weakly, like something muffled underwater; and it occurred to Anduin he was casting some sort of spell. The shimmering beams of the spell's magic became increasingly real, and as the vision better materialized, he could see there was also a raised, rounded banister, which seemed to surround some sort of pool.
The caster seemed entirely oblivious to the portal or Anduin's presence, and it slowly became apparent that other casters were there as well, stood in a ring around the man in red— they were dressed in foreign garbs, and seemed to be assisting whatever it was he was doing. Night elves, Anduin realized, and it was odd, because the night elves were notoriously opposed to arcane magic.
He tried to put his hand through the portal, but his fingers merely passed through like the images were only some sort of projection, his brow furrowed as he continued to watch; he'd become aware of a growing sensation of dread, he could see through the portal that whatever ritual the night elves were holding would soon reach its intended purpose, and gasped despite himself to see they were calling demons forth.
The Legion, he thought, he waited for some terrible conclusion to the scene— as the sound became clearer, indeed he could hear them call to Mannoroth. He'd been so focused on trying to comprehend the scenery, in attempt to figure out where this was, that he hadn't noticed until then how well the details had now resolved; Anduin noticed he could now see the people's faces quite clearly.
He looked on in confusion on realizing the caster in red wasn't a night elf, he was a high elf, with long blond hair. But high elves didn't exist yet in this time, he thought, maybe it was a dragon who took that form, like Malygos or Krasus—
No, he could tell when the image was finally very clear, he now noticed that this elf's eyes were glowing bright green, and blood elves, he knew, definitely didn't exist yet in this time. He tried getting a better look, but now the scene slowly began to dissolve, like some magical projection cast unto smoke that was slowly thinning into the air.
"No!" Anduin muttered in frustration, his hands moved through the vision, which now came completely apart; soon the temperature in the hall returned to a comfortable warmth, and he could see that the corridor continued on in a twisting path that was obscured by the portal before.
It occurred to him then that his pulse was going fast, he looked around the placid hallway as though to find any remaining traces of the portal, but there was nothing there; he trotted a few yards farther down, but the cave appeared completely ordinary.
"By the Light, what was that?" he asked the empty hall, he felt a pressing need to ask Neltharion about the strange portal in his lair. What did it mean? Was it some sort of time portal into the future, where blood elves and night elves were calling the Legion? Was that how the demons would eventually invade Azeroth?
Anduin turned on his heels and began making his way back to the larger room where the meeting was held, he'd not noticed he'd passed another small hallway until some fragment of speech from nearby caught his attention: the Well of Eternity. It was spoken in draconic, but he recognized the term well enough.
He slowed down his steps, and couldn't help listening in; there were voices of people speaking in a room nearby, in deliberately hushed tones.
"I have a purpose there, too," someone said, "something very dear to my heart."
"I know," said another voice, and the words had an oddly compassionate ring; "We bronze dragons took something from you, and you would like it back very much."
Kairoz, Anduin thought; the other voice was also familiar, and Anduin noticed on a certain inflection that he recognized the accent; Thalassian. It had to be Aethas.
"Please," Aethas said, he spoke with what sounded like humility; it occurred to Anduin that, whatever it was he wanted, he wanted it very much.
Of course, it made sense: what blood elf wouldn't want badly to visit the Well of Eternity, it was something they must have dreamed of for thousands of years; but what did the bronze dragons take from him? And if Aethas had come to Kairoz with this request, did it mean Kairoz and the infinite dragons intended to visit the Well of Eternity?
That can't be good, he thought, the Well's waters were notoriously powerful, and if Kairoz had some sinister purpose—
Before he could hear the next bit, someone's hand rapidly came on his mouth from behind, Anduin stiffened completely; there came the humid warmth of breath just at his ear, and the sway of soft hair.
"Silence, mortal," someone spoke, even though Anduin hadn't made a sound; it occurred to him that, whoever this was, he wanted to listen in on this, too. Anduin saw after that that some sort of magical barrier was formed around them, he slowly turned his head to see.
He recognized that Malygos was stood directly behind him, the blue aspect had spoken so little that entire afternoon that Anduin wondered if he'd heard his voice earlier at all; he now talked just at Anduin's ear, seductive somehow. "Don't ever help those two. They intend to use the Well's waters for terrible magic, Neltharion's brood was right to object." He went on after that to explain that the barrier he had cast would prevent Nozdormu from smelling or hearing them. He means Kairoz, Anduin understood.
He thought of the Nexus wars, how Malygos had been intensely opposed to the use of magic by mortals— and wondered if his words now were at all founded in bias, by Malygos' own distaste for the Well's use to that end.
But what if he was right? Why would Aethas need to meet with Kairoz in secret? He remembered Jaina's words about Aethas conspiring with the infinite dragons.
She had also said he'd conspired with Kil'jaeden.
But the way he spoke now didn't sound like something crafty or sinister; it occurred to Anduin that Aethas sounded almost like he were grieving the loss of a loved one.
It left him feeling uncomfortably like he was intruding on something very intimate.
None of it made any sense; he wondered if he was meant to help somehow, and it occurred to him after that that he'd actually been considering helping with something that could be quite dangerous.
Very tentatively, Malygos' hand slid down from over Anduin's mouth, like he didn't quite trust him to behave himself once he could talk; Anduin slowly caught his breath, he proceeded to turn around.
From up close, Malygos was enchanting in a way he'd not really realized; he appeared a wizard through and through, it occurred to Anduin that his timid demeanor was misleading. It made you unaware of the tremendous power that lay beneath. After some time, he felt he had to look away, because Malygos' eyes were somehow spellbinding; it was almost like he felt he would sink unknowingly into some abyss he could never escape.
"I couldn't help them even if I wanted to," Anduin said, "I don't have the powers they say I have, and I suspect it was all some kind of lie they made up in attempt to seduce me."
"You have powers," Malygos said, "I can feel them."
"I'm a priest of the Light," came the reply, "But not a powerful prophet."
Malygos appeared after that deep in thought; for some time, his expression was unreadable. "Perhaps that's all it is," he finally said.
They were both taken off guard by what sounded like footsteps within the room; Malygos gripped Anduin quickly and blinked some distance away from the entrance, to just behind a curve in the corridor. Anduin was about to speak up by that point, he didn't like being grabbed and transported without his discretion, maybe he'd had enough of that while growing up.
However, Malygos rapidly hushed him, before he could say much— they watched Kairoz and Aethas make their way out of the room, which confirmed Anduin's suspicions about who the speakers were.
After the two figures turned to head back to the main hall, Anduin thought of another matter that weighed on his mind; "Would it be all right to ask something," he said, like he were somehow reluctant to speak of it— because there was no way to do so without sounding dumb. "Do you know if Neltharion has magical portals in his lair?"
Malygos stared back for some time; Anduin wondered if the blue aspect outright disliked mortals, or if he was just very introverted and timid, and that he, himself, had got the wrong impression. He can't dislike mortals. The dragon aspects are meant to protect us.
"Magical portals?" Malygos asked, he regarded Anduin in a way that made him feel almost certain he thought mortals were complete imbeciles— and that he, Anduin, was a prime example of that.
Despite that, he went on to relay to him how he had seen a portal some distance away along the corridor, and how it was quite a strange portal, because he could feel the cool temperature of the outdoors through it; he'd almost told about the events he had seen, but then stopped himself. He wasn't certain why, but he didn't want to say anything about those dreadful events.
"A portal? Where?" Malygos asked, he sounded terribly condescending, like portals were his own domain, which clearly Anduin wouldn't know anything about.
"It's not there anymore," Anduin replied, "I saw it for some time, but then it vanished."
"Show me where it was, I'll be able to pick up traces of magic if it had been there."
After that, Anduin led Malygos down the hallway, but he couldn't find the part of the cave where he'd been before; they'd walked very far, until they'd finally reached the end of the pathway, and Anduin stood there in confusion, wondering if he'd made some mistake somewhere along the way.
"That's odd," he said sheepishly, "I could've sworn... well, maybe we've passed it..."
He felt awfully foolish, but proceeded to lead Malygos back, and this time he made sure to look in adjacent corners and branching halls— but he couldn't quite find that same place again. "And you've— not picked up any signs of magic anywhere along the way?" he asked.
"You waste my time, mortal," Malygos said, like he hadn't just spent like two hours idly doing tricks for little whelps, "There are no traces of magic here, and Neltharion wouldn't know how to conjure a portal even if he'd wanted to."
Maybe I'll ask Aunt Jaina, Anduin thought, but he knew that even if Jaina was a powerful mage, she wasn't more powerful than the blue aspect— and if Malygos hadn't picked up any traces, then that meant there probably weren't any.
"And what did you see through this portal?" Malygos asked.
"Ah—" Anduin stammered, somehow taken off guard. "Nothing remarkable. Just— some grass and trees."
He felt himself inwardly shrink under Malygos' gaze, his expression was unreadable again and Anduin was almost certain he wasn't buying it— but in the end he merely sighed and said, "Whatever it was, it wasn't a portal. Portals don't work like that anyway, you don't feel the climate through them. You must've imagined the whole thing."
"I didn't imagine it!" Anduin protested, he didn't like being dismissed for a fool; but, more than anything, he was really quite confused now.
"Look, I'm sorry I can't help you," Malygos said, "but there was nothing arcane here. Maybe you should consult with some other priest."
That's great, Anduin thought, except I'm like the only priest on the planet right now. He watched Malygos walk away down the hall.
Then, something occurred to him.
No, there were other priests on Azeroth during this time period— they had called the Light Elune.
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As he proceeded to walk back, Anduin wished he hadn't led Malygos so far down the twisting bends of the cave, he began to feel lost and worried he'd be late for the next part of the meeting; his mood improved vastly when he recognized Wrathion's familiar voice from nearby, he was heard speaking with somebody else. Anduin had almost called out to him— but he held back, because he took notice it sounded like an intimate sort of conversation, that would be very embarrassing to intrude on.
It made him inexplicably jealous, and though he'd had quite enough of listening in on the private matters of others, he'd resolved himself that this time he'd only listen until there'd be some particularly incriminating part, and then he'd accuse Wrathion directly.
What is the matter with me? he thought, thoroughly ashamed; I'm meant to show compassion and forgiveness, not...
...jealous possession.
He gazed discreetly, and saw that Wrathion appeared to be bargaining with Krasus, or attempting to do so; the queen's consort appeared to be denying him outright. "Absolutely not," he said, he turned around and pointed directly to his behind, where there was the inscription, Property of the Queen. "You see this? This means I'm not for rent. Wanna know how I got this?"
Wrathion sighed, though he was staring at Krasus' behind in a way that vastly irritated Anduin— he then went on in the sort of aristocratic, seductive voice Anduin knew well, the sort he used when he manipulated people to do his bidding. "I'm merely asking that you teach me," he said, like it were the most innocent thing in the world.
Teach you?! Anduin seethed inwardly, You want him to bloody teach you?!
"Absolutely not," Krasus said again, without missing a beat; "I am property of the queen, and the queen only."
Finally, Wrathion smiled; he held his hands to his sides like there was nothing to be done. "Very well," he grinned, "then I suppose there's no more I can do to convince you."
But Anduin knew him better; this was only part of the act. He watched Krasus take an elegant bow and then turn to head back to the main part of the hall; to his annoyance, he recognized very briefly what looked like desire in the consort's eyes.
Then Wrathion's voice came with very convincing disinterest and nonchalance, he asked while seeming to inspect his claws absently, "By the way, so how did you get that?"
The inscription, he meant.
Krasus stilled and looked over his shoulder; his voice wavered just a little when he spoke. "Malygos," he said, "If I were you, I'd do well to stay away from him."
Malygos... Anduin mouthed, he'd always thought it was a bit odd that Krasus, the queen's consort and a red dragon at that, was such a high-ranking and powerful mage.
His thoughts were interrupted when Wrathion spoke. "How long are you planning on hiding there?" He turned to face him directly, "Anduin Wrynn."
Anduin flushed immediately, and then he remembered he was quite upset with Wrathion; he stepped out from where he'd been stood and glared like he'd caught him in the act.
"So!" he huffed, now relishing in his anger, "So...!"
Wrathion raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
"So!" Anduin was now slowly pacing around Wrathion, he pointed one finger at him. "What the hell was that all about? Were you propositioning the queen's consort for s— for sex?"
He spoke the last words quietly, while looking around to be sure no one else could hear.
"Tried to," Wrathion sighed, "But you heard him, property of the queen."
Like he wasn't at all bothered.
"A-ha!" Anduin sputtered, he wiggled the finger he had pointed a little. "You even admit it!"
Now Wrathion raised both eyebrows. "Anduin Wrynn, are you jealous?"
"What— jealous?!" Anduin laughed, "No, I'm not jealous— and quit calling me by my full name every time, it's so freaking annoying."
Wrathion regarded him, utterly unfazed, like his reaction was terribly barbaric.
Anduin was stood in place with arms crossed, he huffed aside and laughed dryly, "Pff, why would I be jealous..."
"Of course," Wrathion smiled with that charming, irritating grin, "No reason at all."
"Why would I care if you want— to— solicit the services— of the queen's consort—"
"Of course you wouldn't."
"Exactly! I don't! I mean— if those are the sorts of morals you have—"
Wrathion bloody laughed, his fangs glinted dangerously in the low light of the torches; "Anduin, I'm flattered," he said, "And here all this time I was certain you thought I had no morals."
"You don't! You're a liar and a sneak! You betrayed me, just because—"
Because you wanted to protect our world from the Legion, and thought I would get in your way.
Now Wrathion was pacing around him slowly, like he was somehow aware he'd got him to understand; he paused just at his shoulder, Anduin felt his clawed fingers close one by one on his upper arm.
"You are jealous," Wrathion's voice came quiet and low, his breath ghosted humidly just at Anduin's ear; "My old friend, be not bothered by such meaningless things; you've always known the place you have in my heart."
Anduin stilled at the pressure of Wrathion's lips, warm and insistent at the side of his neck; he thought he'd never felt something so sweet.
"I'm not— jealous—" he murmured weakly; when he'd been released, he thought he'd lose his balance and fall.
"Let us head back," Wrathion said with impeccable composure, "I hope that kiss won't cloud your thoughts, you'll need a clear mind for the rest of the meeting."
Anduin watched him walk off, he absently fingered the side of his neck; despite himself, he was stupidly smiling.
(On to Chapter 8)
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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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