My Story

Seems like you are very determined to do this, I haven't read it yet, i'll try to tomorrow. But it looks good so far :D

sounds good though Illidan and Maiev?

Come'on, it's possible. There are those who think of Vash/Kael. Uh...(shudders)

EDIT: I've almost finished the story, it's over sixty pages.

Jesus, 60 pages..

But Ilidan and Maiev...they are worst enemies! Oh well, it's still cool:D

I skimmed through that and it seems very well written for fan-work (As opposed to "pmg, I am teh Illidan die lichen king!!1").

Maeiv and Illidan isn't far fetched at all, either - she was his Warden and spent time in his vicinity. Perhaps they could develop a love-hate relationship, or something like Max Payne and Mona Sax.

If you admit one of the chapters is boring, why don't you change it?

But keep up the apparently great work and let us know when it's complete. 8))

I thought that maybe people here would think it was boring. The first ones aren't very action-like. Anywhoo, here's the next bit.

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The cage burst open. The Keeper of the Grove was limping, as if he had been injured. Allumnor was there too. He was also limping, but after they had came into the light, it was clear that they had shackles on their feet.

The Keeper of the Grove turned to Maiev. “Greetings, Lady Warden. And…� he turned and frowned at Illidan, “Brother of Shan'do. Was it you who commanded those foul brutes?�

“I command no demons but myself, Son of the Demigod.�

“My name is Malorne. The demons captured me as my sister dryads and I were walking through the forest. They were slaughtered.�

“I am sorry, Malorne.�

Malorne nodded.

Maiev turned to Illidan. “You should leave this forest. I will take Allumnor back to his home.�

Illidan turned and created a portal.

(As you wish, Warden. I will see you tomorrow.)

He walked through the portal.

“Where will you go, Malorne?�

“I will leave and tell my brothers of this loss.� He waved his right hand, and Treants appeared. “The Treants will protect the forest.�

Maiev took Allumnor by the hand. As they walked back into the market, Allumnor spoke.

“Mistress Shadowsong, why did you seem to speak to that demon hunter but not say anything?�

Maiev sighed. Allumnor was curious, yet she could not tell him of what made her curse herself every day for letting happen, and her failure to stop the demon.

“I cannot tell you that, Allumnor. There are things in this world that children should hear, and there are things that they should not.�

Allumnor scowled. “I am not scared of anything, Mistress Shadowsong.�

Maiev raised an eyebrow. “Not scared of anything?� If you heard her closely, you might say her voice sounded older, wiser, a voice of something that nothing could see, no one could remember. “That I respect, but the worries are mine and the Watchers. Perhaps someday you should fight for our people, Allumnor. You have a strong heart.�

She paused, then resumed her regular voice. “Now run back to your parents and tell them what happened, but do not frighten your mother.�

Allumnor ran off.

After half an hour, Maiev reached the hut that was her home. It was covered in leaves and moss, as night elves preferred. The thick leaves sung in the moonlight, calling any night elf to come near, and hear their story of how long they had been there, and what they had seen, so long ago to this very minute.

There were many things to eat in Maiev's pantries. But Maiev knew she would not want food then. She thought. What were her friends doing?

They are all on duty. She thought. Maybe I could watch the stars.

Illidan's voice rang through the darkness. (That would not be a good idea, Warden. There are dark things coming tonight.)

What can you do to stop me, Illidan? What magic prohibits me?

(Nothing magical, Warden, but common sense. There are still many creatures out there that enjoy eating night elves. Or worse.)

I can fend for myself.

(Yes, you can fend off four or five creatures, Warden, but not two hundred.)

Just what are you saying, demon hunter?

(There will be a gathering tonight, to worship the demons. It would be folly to go there.)

Maiev thought for a moment.

What if I dreamed of it?

(You could very well, Warden. I will not stop you. But be warned. The thought link allows us to share dreams too. And I am sure there are things in your mind I do not want to know about.)

And yours.

Maiev opened a window. She plucked off a leaf from the dreaming tree next to her. If night elves wanted to dream about something specific, then they only had to mix a leaf of a dreaming tree, water and a piece of who they wanted to dream of.

Maiev thought hard again. Where is this gathering?

The answer came swiftly. (Felwood.)

I need something from Felwood.

There was a pause.

(What about one of your hair branches?)

It was customary for night elf females to fashion their hair with small branches of enchanted wood. They used to be taken from Felwood trees, but now they were taken from Ashenvale, as Felwood was dangerous.

Will it work? The branch was taken from a tree before Felwood was corrupt.

(It will work. A night Elf that is a demon still has the same heart, no matter how many years go by.)

Maiev noticed something in Illidan's voice. It sounded more noble than the usual low growl. Maiev slowly took the branch out of her hair. It was beautifully made, but she had no choice but to put it in.

She stirred it, then it began to turn light green. It looked none too good to drink, but she had no choice, so she drank it.

Maiev knew well that leaves from dreaming trees made you sleepy, so she quickly shut the window then ran onto her bed. Her eyes closed.

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Maiev appeared in the entrance of Felwood. The trees were covered in a grey-green moss, the wind was terrible.

“It is unpleasant, is it not?�

Maiev turned to Illidan. He looked rather sad, as if something he cared for was sick but incurable, and they only had minutes to live.

“Yes.�

“I have seen it worse.� He pointed to the trees. “The moss is falling off. They will soon be well again.�

“I hope we hear good news.� something growled. It was a furbolg, but it looked unwell and it's eyes were the same grey-green as the moss on the trees. “Them night elves are pains.�

An old, white furred furbolg spoke. “My grandfather told me that they were better thousands of years ago, when the Quel'dorei were still around.�

“Yeah, they were great then.� Noises of approval came from the furbolgs.

The two had to keep close to the furbolgs, because a few metres away from them, the forest was being enveloped in blackness.

Two Plague Treants shouted at the Furbolgs. “Get a move on! The master wishes for you to all be there now!�

The furbolgs grumbled and groaned, but they walked faster, and soon they were all in a clearing known as Felheart. They were all looking at the front, expecting something to happen. There was a cloud over the area, then a burst, and Kil'Jaedan himself was standing there.

All in the glade fell to their knees. Kil'Jaedan spoke.

“Puny creatures, you are small and sickening.�

The whole glade chanted in repeat. “Small and sickening.�

“But not as sickening as those wretched night elves and Malfurion Stormrage that leads them!�

“Wretched Night Elves! Wretched Night Elves!� they called.

“They will be destroyed soon, but first we have more…pressing matters to attend to.�

The glade fell silent.

“That foolish demon hunter, Illidan Stormrage, is attempting to rescue the remains of the Alliance, and overthrow the Forsaken and the dark elf lady who commands them!�

Maiev looked at Illidan. “What is the Forsaken?�

“I do not know. They are undead though, that is for sure.�

Kil'Jaedan spoke again. “But we shall let them do that. There is no need to waste time and troops on those rebels. We shall let Stormrage and the Warden Shadowsong try to destroy them and get killed in the attempt, while we attack the night elves!�

There was an almighty cheer.

One furbolg spoke up. “Why should we let Stormrage die fighting the Forsaken? I thought he was your servant, Master. Why not tell him to help us attack the night elves?�

Kil'Jaedan stood up to his full height. “Foolish bear! Do you not realise Stormrage is a night elf? No, he will go to Lordaeron and Quel'Thelas and defeat the Forsaken. When he comes back with the Warden and those who he saved, we shall have crushed everything in Kalimdor, and he shall join us or die!� He smirked. “And then, puny ones, we shall destroy the Scourge and that deathknight in Northrend, and you will become the next Burning Legion.�

The demon turned to the crowd. “That will be all.� He then teleported out.

Felheart began to fade into blackness, except for her and Illidan.

“We must go and tell my brother and Tyrande. Then we may be a little more prepared.�

Maiev turned to Illidan. “I thought you served Kil'Jaedan.�

“Not anymore. The real reason that I was siding with him was because I wanted…�

“…to kill Arthas.�

“Yes. He is the reason I am like this.�

“It was your own choice to take the skull of Gul'dan, Demon Hunter.�

“I took it foolishly, not thinking of what I may become. But delivering it to the undead, and bringing Felwood into even darker shadow would be folly.�

“That I do agree with.�

“The dream will end in a second, Warden. I will create a portal outside your hut. Be ready, and open no windows.�

Then, even Maiev was fading. The real world was coming into focus.

Maiev took her hair-branch and put it in. She then climbed out of the ladder.

Illidan was there. “Let us go.�

Illidan and Maiev began to walk the long way to Furion's temple home, full of tree spirits, so he could hear the calls of the forest's creatures. It was a long way, but neither of them spoke. They were both concentrating on the task that would lie ahead of them.

At last, they reached Furion's temple. Illidan knocked on the door with his warblade. It opened, showing Furion.

“What is it, Illidan, Maiev?�

“Lord Shan'do, the corrupted creatures of Felwood, they are in league with Kil'Jaedan!�

Furion considered this for a moment. He then spoke.

“There is no time to waste. I want to meet Thrall, Cairne and Jaina immediately. I can send runners This is very bad news.�

Maiev looked confused. “Who are these people of whom you speak, Lord Shan'do?�

“You will meet them soon enough.�

The runner appeared. Furion turned to her.

“I want you to go to Ogrimmar.�

“The orc's city?�

“Yes. Give the warchief the message that he and Cairne are to come up to Ashenvale forest as fast as possible.�

He turned to the other runner.

“Tell Jaina Proudmoore that she must come up to Ashenvale forest. Lead them to it. We will be there.�

As the runners left with a few archers, Furion turned to Maiev and Illidan. “You two are to get some rest. When you wake up, get to Ashenvale forest's west edge.�

Illidan and Maiev nodded.

Maiev began to run back to her hut, while Illidan created a portal.

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I would have made it longer, but it was too many characters, so I had to shorten. Hope you liked it!

ok, that story has shown us but one thing. Illidan is one horny devil, and maiev cant resist him. Actually, i didnt read the story, only the bit where it says its a maiev/illiden romance. arthas and sylvanas however, ewww necrophiliacs dreams to put it plain and simple ewwwww.

i sat down and read it, WOW. Great work, u should send it to blizzard, see what they think about it. not bad, not bad at all! :arch: :dh:

Uhm. That sort of freaks me out...

But the idea of Arthas/Sylvanas is possible, honestly, it is. Hate=Love, right?

Except, of course, for Thrall's demon hate. I don't think that equals love.

You say that Illidan saved Valsasan 3 times. Yet you also say that Valsasan is young and unexperienced.

This is not consistant with the WC story that says that Illidan was banished more than 10,000 years ago.

How could he still be young and unexperienced if he lived through the war of the ancients. Surely he must have fought some demons.

Valsasan was saved in the War of the Ancients, when Illidan was out of prison. I said that it needed beta-reading.

How could such an inexperienced and moronic individual rise to such a prestigous rank?

Very nice I read the whole thing and im loving it, I was really getting into it, I havnt had good reading for a wile. So how much more is there, would it be easier to just post the word document? I wouldnt mind printing it out and reading in the warmth of my bed:ggani:

Very good work, keep it up!

It's good work and I think I may be one of the few people commenting that has read it.

One recurring thing I see in your work is the fact that the paragraphs are very short and you never really go into much detail without starting a new paragraph.

I'm in the process of writing a piece too and would be grateufl if you would read mine when I'm done too.

Should have it done by New Year.

GJ keep up the good work and post more....

Ok, Ok, I'm working on it. And Valsasan is just a demon hunter, he's pretty much surviving on dumb luck. Or is he?

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It was two nights since the runner had left Furion's temple, and she was nearing the gate. She only had to get through.

An orc looked at her. “What do you want, night elf?�

“I need to give your warchief a message.�

“And why cannot you give me the message and I will take it? There are many who wish ill of our new city.�

Another orc appeared. “Do not listen to him. Follow me to the warchief.�

The runner followed the orc through the gates.

The runner had to admit, Ogrimmar was impressive. It was crowded with orcs entering bars, orcs walking to their homes, everything busy.

The orc led her up to a palace. It was full of towers, trolls and orcs.

The orc turned to her. “We'll have to go through the tavern to get to the warcheif's room.�

The runner walked in. It was incredibly grimy, and the runner doubted that many of the people in there had washed for a long time. There were also rather a lot of trolls.

One troll beserker spoke. “We don't be seeing much night elves here,� he flexed. “milady…�

The runner picked up the troll by its neck.

“We night elves don't see many trolls either, fool.�

The troll reached for its spear. The runner broke it without even looking.

“Night Elves are usually not encouraged to break out in fights. Are they?� She shook the troll.

“No…�

“I expect that the warchief doesn't like you to try and talk that way to a night elf.� She shook him again. “Does he?�

The troll shook his head again.

“But then again, there are no other night elves to remind me.� She threw the troll to the other side of the room.

There was a pause. Then a very loud cheer.

The troll the runner had thrown massaged his throat.

The runner and the orc continued to walk when they came across another younger troll beserker, looking none too happy.

The runner, seeing this, decided to terrify him even more then the last one.

She winked.

There was another almighty cheer, and everybody began to pile up to the bar to buy drinks again.

The orc that she was being led by took her past the orcs, trolls and goblins.

They finally reached a door that had two axes crossed on a shield. The emblem of the horde.

The door was opened by a youngish orc with long black hair and armour on.

“Yes?�

“I have had orders from Malfurion Stormrage that you and Cairne are to come with me to Ashenvale forest for a meeting.�

Thrall thought about it.

“Alright. We can take a zeppelin.�

Thrall came out with his hammer and some food.

Thrall turned to her.

“This is Zem'Nakin and Zel'Nakin. They are representing the trolls.�

The runner turned, and saw the young troll beserker and the one she had thrown across the room.

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The other runner was doing slightly better. She had found the human's base, and only had to get past the priests and sorceresses, who insisted on healing her wounds before she went to see Jaina.

“Now I want you to stay very still.�

The priests stood around, and closed their eyes. Slowly, the wound began to close, then fade away altogether.

“What is this?�

The runner blinked. It was Jaina Proudmoore, looking very worn out.

The runner spoke.

“I am attempting to deliver an urgent message that you are to follow me to Ashenvale forest. I am already very late. If you could just hire a zeppelin…�

Jaina paused.

“Well, I disapprove of goblins at any rate, but if it's urgent…�

“You could just teleport there.�

“No, I need to be very close to where I want to teleport, less than five miles. We'll take a zeppelin.�

Jaina went and packed food and water, while the runner hired the zeppelin.

“You want to get to Ashenvale forest in under a day? Sure. Nine hundred gold please.�

The goblin held out his hand.

“I cannot burden Jaina with having to pay.� She thought. “I can pay you nine hundred and fifty gold if you let me pay at the end.�

The goblin considered this for a moment.

“Deal.�

The goblin began to prepare the Zeppelin.

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Two days later, Thrall, Tyrande, Furion, Cairne, Jaina, Illidan and Maiev were on the east part of Ashenvale Forest. They listened with horror to the tale of what Illidan had done, then fear when they heard of the meeting in Felheart.

Thrall was first to speak after this. “So why Maiev and Illidan?�

Tyrande answered. “Illidan is one of our best demon-hunters in combat. Maiev is an expert at hunting. We need them both.�

Jaina stepped forward.

“The remaining pockets of resistance against the undead may not trust night elves, Tyrande. Perhaps we should send someone else with them, to show we mean them no harm?�

Cairne nodded. “That is a wise suggestion, Jaina, but who could you send? Surely you yourself were not thinking to go?�

“I in fact was, Cairne. I did not know that tauren could see the future.�

“Actually, only few can. They are Spirit Walkers, white tauren. They cannot be harmed by anything but magic. One of my tribe's told me of your suggestion before Thrall and I left in the zeppelin.�

Thrall spoke. “I can send no one, if that is any help in elimination. The only one I could even suggest would be Rexxar.�

“Who is Rexxar?�

“He is one of the Mok'Nathol, half orc, half ogre. He is of great strength, and would be a powerful ally, but I cannot say that he would be welcome to dwarves or elves.�

Furion sighed. “I suppose then, only Illidan and Maiev can go on.� He turned to them. “You must not draw attention to yourselves. Once you have gotten them, take them back to Kalimdor. We then will talk to them, and prepare.�

“Prepare for what?�

“War.�

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Valsasan Hellbane was performing his ritual of magic in the early hours of the day. True, Valsasan was becoming less purple skinned. His skin was a lighter colour, due to him going around during the day. This was normal, after all, he was descended from some of the highborne. But many night Elves would have sneered at Valsasan if they knew what he did that time.

A small goblin approached him. Valsasan had adopted goblins long ago as his servants, as the wisp spirits would not go near him. His very name chilled wisps to the core.

Valsasan knew that no one would interrupt him. He had placed a strong negative spell on the area that would persuade people not to enter. It did not affect goblins, of course. It was spoken that way.

“We offer you this fish, o great and mighty one!� shrieked the goblin. His name was Iynk, and he was main servant to Valsasan. Iynk's mind was affected by Valsasan's magic, but deep down in his heart he knew he didn't really like Valsasan.

“Fish again, puny goblin. I am tiring quickly of this.�

“What else would you wish to consume, lord?�

“I wish, as I tell you day and night, small worthless servant, that I could consume something magical.�

Iynk cursed in his mind. The master would be displeased of his news.

“We have tried, lord. But they seem to be migrating. Many of the stronger creatures, including some of the green dragons, have gone.�

Valsasan picked Iynk up.

“Where?� he asked in a low growl.

“N-n-n-Northrend, your honour.�

Valsasan threw the goblin down. He then began to change.

At first it was barely noticeable. Then small tips on his shoulder blades. His face was getting longer, he seemed to be growing another leg, but then it became too long to be a leg, and turned spiked.

Valsasan growled as he became his true form. His gargantuan yellow eyes turned to Iynk.

“Do you respect me, goblin?�

“Y-y-yes my lord.�

Valsasan stepped forward.

“You are lying. Perhaps you have forgotten.�

“Forgotten what, my lord?�

“Forgotten that I am not elven, Blood or Night. I am not an orc neither, or a pathetic human. I,� he snarled. “am Deathwing! Lord of all dragons! All shall bow to my power!�

Deathwing began to morph again, but this time he was not his Night Elf form. He was human, a man of dark hair and a thin moustache. Then he changed again, becoming a skeleton, then an orc, a troll, a tauren. He spoke as he changed.

“You think, when I anger, that someday I will die. That day will never come. The great Deathwing is always ready for anything. And what will happen to you will be worse than dying if you fail or anger me.� He turned back into his Night Elf form as he said the last words.

“Leave now. The ritual is over.� He paused, then spoke again. “For now.� His eyes burned like flame for a second, then became normal.

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There. That was short, but now you know who Valsasan [b]really is.