Chapter one: the Storm
the elf stands in his cloak underneath it his garments can be seen the shining gold and red of Quel’thalas a champion of his people.
His golden Stave resting as his side as stares out into the Stormy night
“So this is War?
Where the Strong are meant to protect the Meek?
So, this is war where no harm should come to the Weak?
So, this is War where they say that what awaits you should be victory and Glory?
So, this is war where when I slay my foe I shouldn’t feel sorry?!”
the Storm rages on as the Noble far from home clutches to his Golden stave and holds it up high as if to reaffirm his determination.
“I who went to far edges of the Realms to protect my people, now stand here upon this boat and can find no words of comfort~
I who went to more battles than one man should survive, is now finding himself in an unbelievable Strife~
I who claimed more lives than anyone, I who burned down the Foes of my realm~
at the Palm of my hand I command great power!
yet, Never before Have I been so Lost~”
Tidal waves slams against the ship, it’s enchanted sails holding steadfast as he turns around and clutches Gold covered fingers to his chest as he leans against the Steady mast for support
“My heart is aches and it burns, but not with the fire of hate and dissent I once knew~
Something’s changed deep within me and this war has taken it’s toll~”
I no longer harbor hatred upon those I face, instead all I see is crying Children’s face…"
the Powerful Wizard slumps down against the mast as he seems to be recalling something very uncomfortable
“I am a disgrace…”
He stand stands back up clutching to his stave for support as if a heavy Burden forces him down
“So, this is war where more children they are Orphaned~
Where widows cry themselves to sleep~
Their loss something you cannot simply soften~”
a poweful tidal wave slams against the Majestic ship and the Wizard is hurled violent into the mast again, he let’s out no sound of pain for his heart aches further as he tries to stand back up
“How much longer til this ends?
How many more soldiers must be send?
How many more victims must be claimed before our wretched world is cleansed?”
The Storm gets worse as the crew around the Lord, goes below deck apart from a very few whom stands with their Lord through the treacherous weather
“How many more must I burn?
How much more glory must I earn?
When will those upon the top be satisfied~!”
the Wizard holds up his Golden stave a Massive Tidal wave threatens to consume his ship and crew, magic sparkles as he flares up power arcane, fire and frost at his command as a shield is raised and magical energies stirs the ship away from the danger. But soon the sound of cannons can be heard as the shield takes a terrible cannon volley to the face and the Wizard almost sinks down from the impact the Crew returns to their posts damned be the Storm
“What can I do to end this needless slaughter?
If I try to speak with these men surely there will be no laughter?
and what will then regardless come after?
-Whispers- War will eventually find us all~”
the elf holds aloft his stave and channels his power once more, the sky grows a fiery red as one of the enemy ships is sank, by a flaming ball of doom, the fight and storm ends in the After noon. the Lord stands with no pride in his heart of spirit, only tears leaves his sight as the derbies of foe and friend alike is carried away by the Ocean tide
Is this truly the right way for me defend my realm from harm? Taking the lives of others and split asunder families?
He sails on upon his quest, as his heart bleeds and there is only sorrow awaiting him, upon the Distant shores of Kalimdor