Of Orcs and Elves: Prelude pt3
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jennifervittoeFantasy Writer
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The great elven city of Silvermoon, has fallen. In the midst of the chaos, destiny begins to weave its thread through the souls of two characters on opposite sides. Their meeting is not a happy one, but they will need each other to survive. The threads of fate and time have been woven. Their choices could spell the end of Azeroth, or its hope.

This is part of the "Of Orcs and Elves: Prelude" to my World of Warcraft fan fiction. I do not own the World of Warcraft. These are original characters in the game world, and credit for all mentions of World of Warcraft and its products and characters goes to Blizzard.

Hope you enjoy.

Of Orcs and Elves: Prelude pt3

Ky’lana prayed to the light as she watched the locked and bolted door. Furniture had been moved to block it, but she prayed it would be enough. The children gathered around her were terrified.

Her white knuckled grip on her staff and trembling legs spoke of her own fear.

“Sssh, children. It will be alright. T-the light will protect us” She said softly to the children as the adult readied themselves with weapons. She tried to be strong.

Ky’lana had been ordered to protect the children, but what was she to the mass of undead that would surely be pouring into the city streets.

The rumble of the wall collapsing had started more wails and tears. But she had to be brave. Softly she cast a small spell of light and warmth to calm the children.

It was quiet for a few minutes as the children calmed. then with a great crack, something hit the door.

Another crack followed as the young priest spurred herself and the children into action.

“Run!” she told them as she pointed up to the balcony. “Up there, hurry!” Ky’lana urged the youngsters up the stairs and to the balcony.

Maybe if she got them on the roof, they could escape out of the city. “On the roof, we can cross the buildings to the other gate” as she spoke her voice trembled.

Something strengthened her resolve to protect the children. She was terrified, even if she was older than them.

When they got to the balcony that overlooked the outside, there was a sudden look of horrified nausea on her face as the stench of the undead wafted up to their position.

It was enough to turn her a shade of unflattering green.. Rotting flesh and unholy magics permeated the freezing air. She looked over the balcony and gasped, her hands covering her mouth.

Huge monsterous abominations that looked like someone stuck a ton of used body parts together, were plodding through the streets, their massive bulk jiggling with each forceful step.

Skeletons and ghouls were attacking anything living that moved. Screams of the dying broke her heart as she pointed up onto the roof and started to help the children up to the high point.

She gagged as she watched a pack of ghouls descend upon a knight and pull her apart only to started to devour her afterwards. Her stomach surged and she wretched, dry heaving at the sight.

Never had she seen such things in her short life.

A cry from the children as they huddled on the balcony shocked her out of her horror. She looked up for a moment to study the roof, her blue eyes moved to the oldest.

“I will need your help. I will boost you up there first, then you can help pull the little ones up.” The boy nodded and she grabbed his hips and held him up to the ledge of the roof.

Her face looked strained as he scrambled for a grip on the ledge. When he had a hold of it, she pushed him up as she rose to the tips of her toes.

When he was safely up, she grabbed the smallest one and with the boy’s help, she got the littlest one up to the rooftop.

Ky’lana heard a dark and sinister chuckle below her as she boosted another child up. Dark as the dwarven stout beers that her father kept on hand at the tavern.

She risked a peek and froze when her blue eyes caught the sight of the large figure upon an icy, glowing steed.

Ice filled her veins, creeping towards her heart like it had crept through the city.

It was an undead knight in all of its unholy glory, dressed in black armor with a dragon helm blocking the view of its face,, a mockery of the holy knights that tried to protect the city.

A rare sight indeed and horrifyingly terrible to behold.

Red eyes glowed through the helm with menacing light.

The undead knight turned to survey above him and she locked eyes with the nightmarish monster, It pointed up at her and she shrieked in absolute terror.

A nightmare brought to life making her nearly lose control of her bowels. She wasn’t that much older than the children she was protecting.

How was she to defend them against something like that monster. Ky’lana needed to get the kids to safety and run.

Spurred into action by the terror making her heart race, she jumped backwards and turned quickly towards the last of the children, urging them to hurry.

“Come on, we got to hurry.” The children were crying and wailing in fear, but she grabbed them and continued to helped them to the rooftop.

When the last child was on the roof, shaking and trembling she clutched her staff harder and moved to step onto the balcony railing.

She tossed her staff to the roof and watched it land with a clunk and start to roll towards the edge.

One of the children reached towards it and caught it, just as a loud crash rumbled beneath them.

For a moment she looked back down and watched the knight dismount his charger, moving towards the door. “The door, they broke the door”, she said over the screams and shouts of the adults below.

With a jump and some help from the oldest of the youngsters, she scrambled up to the rooftop with the children, and they began to make their way to the gate via the many rooftops.

“Let’s go. hurry!”

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