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But at last… The whole of Azeroth will break…

January 16, 2013

The burning seas rose up and roiled the shattered landscape as the tortured world was finally consumed in a massive, apocalyptic explosion.

Daiera woke in a cold sweat, her eyes seeing again the shattered landscape of Hellfire and her heart aching as it had the first time she saw the shattered remains of the world. Fierce determination swept through her, and she rose and took up her sword, joining the assembled warriors on the Terrace to receive A’dal’s blessing before heading to Shadowmoon.

***

The burning seas rose up and roiled the shattered landscape as the tortured world was finally consumed in a massive, apocalyptic explosion.

Bolting awake, Daiera glanced over at the newly restored Quel’Delar. She had not needed that particular nightmare’s return to realise that to the Sin’do’rei, what had happened to the Sunwell was the destruction of their world. Nor had she needed any more reasons to oppose the Lich King; she had enough of her own. Grimly, she buckled on the sword and strode out into the cold.

***

The burning seas rose up and roiled the shattered landscape as the tortured world was finally consumed in a massive, apocalyptic explosion.

With a cry she bit back before any other might hear, Dairussë awoke. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself. No matter the cost, she swore; no matter who I have to beg, bully or inspire; Deathwing will be stopped. Azeroth will not be destroyed. If we can only defeat Deathwing, the damage done already might be healed. And perhaps, she thought, unshed tears stinging her eyes, there will then be peace at last. Slowly, she began to gird herself for war.

***

The burning seas rose up and roiled the shattered landscape as the tortured world was finally consumed in a massive, apocalyptic explosion.

Daiera leapt to her feet, her axe in her hand before her eyes were even open. Mouth dry and heart racing, she stared blankly at the walls of the inn until the peaceful surroundings penetrated the fog of sleep. Sagging back onto the bed, she let out a deep sigh. It had been long enough since she’d visited that that she’d begun to hope that the peace she’d found of late in regained friendship had banished the old terrors once and for all.

It had been Wrathion’s hints and suggestions, she thought, that had stirred up the memories. She found herself resenting that almost as much as she distrusted the last black dragon.

Still, he had a point. While he appeared to work for the good of Azeroth, she would work with him.

And when he showed his true colours, she would be ready.

Calling for breakfast, she firmly shut the door of her room.

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Late and only loosely based on the prompt, but still better than nothing!

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Prompt taken from The Writer magazine

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Arcturis permalink*
    January 24, 2013 11:31

    Poor Dai. Black dragons are always a problem, aren’t they.

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