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Beneath thy Wings	By : gothkoneko Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beneath thy Wings

Chapter one

The world was burning. He could feel the intensity of the flames licking at his sweated skin as he stood on the ledge of this burning abyss. The roar of the sea swirling and sizzling out as it was extinguished in the smoldering abyss below. It was a frightening sight to behold for the world the he knew was crumbling right below his feet. His hot tears of anguish and turmoil ran down in streams, down his cheeks and into his tunic. The little bit of earth that was barely withstanding the mighty pull was starting to crack and crumble spilling dust into the windy vortex.

                His knees gave out from under him as he fell to the ground in utter defeat. His gloved hands gripped the loose soil has his heart throbbed. Not only could he feel the world dying all around him but the elements themselves were crying out in pain as their plane was ripped asunder. The endless ringing in his ears was deafening making his surroundings distort. How could this be happening? His mind reeled. He looked up to the black, broken sky where it looked like someone has ripped it in two, the purple twilight swirling in a chaotic pattern amongst the black.

                Scraping of a heavy object being dragged over loose dirt and rocks made him turn to the limp body of an Orc drabbed in Shaman garments, his black braided hair whipping wildly in the wind, its skin bruised and cut as the abyss pulled them in. He reached over timidly and gripped the Orcs forearm dragging him closer to where he was kneeling. The Orc’s face turned slightly and immediately he his heart crushed. It was Thrall. Thrall was dead. The grief was overwhelming; his body shook in rage as he held his mentor to him as the world closed around them. He never felt more alone then he has now with everyone presumably dead or dying. However, he wasn’t truly alone for a shadowy figure was looming over them with red glowing eyes and wings dark as obsidian. A dragon, he was the cause for this destruction, this tragic end to a world he grew to call home.

                The black dragon descended down, its heavy body landing with a thud as it landed on the small island with him and the dead War chief. He could feel the flames of hate basking off its body as it stared down at him, its eyes smoldering and fiery. Then it spoke, its voice deep and rumbling.

“The whole of Azeroth will break and all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings.”

He watched as the dragon turned suddenly, its body quick for its size lashing out his tail scaly along the ground coming towards the young man in a flurry of dust and rubble. He didn’t even have the mere strength to move as the armored tail caught him square in the chest, his ribs and lungs protesting at the violent impact, his very breath knocked out of his lungs as his body fell like a rag doll into the abyss below…

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Kaijin awoke with a start! His breath was labored, and his skin sheen with sweat as he sat up right gulping in the cold, sweet air. He rubbed his face with a shaky hand, the vision haunting him as if it was the first time he had seen it however, this was not true. This vision has been haunting him since the downing of the Lich King. He couldn’t tell if it was an over active imagination from the lack of battle and the hunger for more conflict or if this was truly a warning from the future.

With a regretful sigh Kaijin stood up, his knees felt weak and rubbery like a noodle, he pulled on his heavy leather jacket and slipped into his weather worn boots. He stepped outside into the brisk cold air. There were many fur lined tents along the small frozen river, a few campfires with boiling cauldrons with food and gritty looking men. By men he meant Trolls, Undead, Orcs and even a few Tauren and Goblins.

His boots crunched against the fresh snow that fell the night before. Kaijin was the only human in this encampment of Horde. He was not a prisoner of war or any of the likes as one would think however, he was a Horde member himself. Seems a big strange one would think, the Horde taking in a Human as an ally but, with no previous, memorable allies Kaijin thought it was the most logical thing to do.

Kaijin was of an average height for a human, lithe and agile. His hair was jet black, braided into Troll dreadlocks with woven blue leather throngs that interlaced his hair. Like all humans his face was ordinary, sharp jaw line with now a few days old stubble appearing on his pale skin and odd hazel eyes that some have said that “glowed” when he’s angry or in the very heat of battle. Kaijin thought his eyes were about the only none human attribute about him other than that, just another ordinary human being with no memories of who he was.

He walked up to the “gully” part of the encampment where there were a few makeshift rock chairs and wooden tables. He could smell the venison stew bubbling away over the fire as he neared a small group of Hordies. A Troll turned and gave him a toothy grin.

“Good mornin’ mon.” He greeted waving his 3 fingered hand to the empty spot beside him. “Been savin’ ya a spot before the herd comes a stomping.”

Kaijin laughed, sitting down on the cold rock. “Thanks Gromjil.” He looked around the sullen faces of his comrades. “No word yet?” He asked.

Gromjil shook his head. “We was suppose to be leavin’ today but nothin’ is confirmed from our gracious leader.”

The young human grinned at the troll’s sarcasm. Their “gracious” leader – Captain Kleer - was an over pompous orc that didn’t like getting his hands dirty and sat in the backlines. It was pretty laughable however, he was a masterful strategic on the battlefield; which is why this rag tag group was still alive after the merciless assaults from the scourge not even a few months ago. But the men were feeling that he was being now overzealous on keeping this area scourge free for whatever reason. It was time for him to let go and let his men go home. The war was over.

Warm venison stew was placed in a wooden bowl with a chunk of bread on top and was handed to Kaijin. Nodding his thanks to the cook he dug in savoring the warmth from the bowl and the stew. The cold has been biting more so lately. Staring down into his bowl the chunks of meat reminded him of the islands suspended in the abyssal sea from his dream. He placed down the spoon back into the bowl; his appetite forgotten.

Unknown to him his troll friend was watching him as he ate his own stew. Gromjil was getting a little concerned for his human companion. He seemed paler and listless of late, the dark rings under his eyes indicating that he was indeed not sleeping well. He watched as Kaijin slinked back to his tent, stew forgotten on the stone seat. With an inward sigh he picked up the discarded bowl and walked towards the humans’ tent.

Kaijin was lying down on his back, the back of his hand covering his closed eyes. He heard a rustle as the tents front flap was pushed aside. He didn’t even have to open his eyes for he knew the only person that would come in here would be Gromjil. He smelled the stew faintly.

“Mon, I don’t know what is eating at ya but ya can’t starve yourself physically and mentally. “ The troll chided setting the bowl beside the makeshift bed and settled on the bed continually eating his stew.

Kaijin grunted as he sat back up not looking at his friend as he spoke. “I saw the death of Thrall,” He said distantly. “And the end of Azeroth.”

Gromjil set the bowl aside looking at the young human. “Another threat?” He asked concerned. He knew Kaijin’s visions have come true in the past so this was slightly worrying especially if it involved the death of the War chief.

Kaijin shrugged. “I’m not all too sure. But it felt so real …” He remembered the dust and the wind and the cold corpse of Thrall. “That dragon though felt familiar as well. As if I know him …” He sighed rubbing his eyes, he could feel a headache in the makings.

Gromjil was over the human; slightly cupping his face with his 3 fingered hand and carefully kissed him. He hated seeing him so stressed and pained over these sorts of visions. He felt Kaijin respond to the kiss, his lips moving against his in a soft, pleading rhythm as his hands were lightly clutching his leather vest. Gromjil’s other hand tangled itself in Kaijin’s black dreads bringing him into a deeper kiss.

A human and troll infatuated with each other. It seemed in a way very surreal but it was real to them. They never used the term love for they both felt it was left better to best describe what a man and woman would feel. They were both men and of different races, a big taboo in the making. However, they had a deep bond of friendship and would die for the others sake if it came down to it.

Noisy commotion broke their private embrace as the men outside were shouting and cheering. Kaijin gave Gromjil a bewildered look as they both clambered up from the bed and back outside.

“Finally! “They heard a Orc shout from the crowd. “We’re going home!”

So the captain finally made his decision. The said captain was standing tall in front of his tent, his hands behind his back and gruff face voided of emotion. “The Rendezvous point is at Warsong Hold in Borean Tundra!” He continued talking. “We will be accompanying Warlord Hellscream and his men on the Mannoroth’s Bones!” There was an up rise of whispers as Hellscream’s name was mentioned. “This is a two day trek from here to the Hold men. We will rest for the day here and head out at the break of dawn.” He raised his fist in the air and shouted, “Break out the ale!”

Kaijin cheered with the rest of the men as some have broken free the few ale barrels they found and were drinking merrily around the fire. Though deep in his gut something was gnawing away at him, that dream just made him uneasy to return home. For he feared they were all going home to die.

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Apologies for the messed up format. I changed it slightly with the AFF editor to the best of my ability.
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