The Return of Deathwing (Hurray!)

This is a story i wrote (In progress) that steps on a good portion of wc3 lore and scrambles up the order of most of the lore. Don't read this and yell "WTF, why is <this> happening before <this>..." I thought it would be cool (Because blizzard doesn't seem to feel like wanting to) bring back everyone's hero, Deathwing the Destroyer (Aka, Neltharion!) I know that around chapter 3, it starts to get sidetracked, but im gonna fix that in my next chapter( I might not post all chapters at once). Im not particullary proud of my work in chapter two, so don't be two harsh.
EDIT: Forgot the prelude

Chapter 0:
Prelude

He was a great colossus covered in black scales and clad in adamantium plates welded to his hide, which gave him the appearance of a metal juggernaut. He could spit a fire as hot as lava that made blazing cinders out of the strongest of materials. The abomination had wings as long as a flagpole and a tail to match. With talons and fangs like daggers, this could mean only one thing. Deathwing the Destroyer, lord of the black dragons had returned. Once called Neltharion the Earth Warder, he wasn't always evil. He is one of the Dragon Aspects that were created to safeguard the ancient land of Kalimdor.
Neltharion was once Alexstrasza's greatest advocate. Sadly, during a great war known as the War of the Ancients, Neltharion was driven insane, and he began to plot against his brethren. He propositioned to use a artifact that he created that was called the Dragon Soul. He said he would use it to combat the Burning Legion, so each Dragon Aspect gave a portion of their energy into the Dragon Soul. Then Neltharion betrayed his brethren and used the power of the Dragon Soul, renamed Demon Soul, but in order to wield it he would need the cooperation of the goblin engineers. In order for Neltharion to wield such power contained in the Demon Soul, he would have to find a way to keep the power from annihilating himself. He relied on the adamantium plates that the goblin engineers possessed at that time. The goblin engineers welded the plates to most of Neltharion's hide, but this process was painful, yet necessary for Neltharion keep his body from tearing itself apart it from the Demon Soul.
Though the invasion of the Burning Legion was halted for some time, the battle had a terrible toll, even for Neltharion, renamed Deathwing the Destroyer, who lost nearly every black dragon in the world, and to make things worse for Deathwing, his Demon Soul no longer responded to him. Lucky for Deathwing, a new breed of creatures had penetrated the world of Azeroth, and Deathwing perceived a new set of pawns.
Deathwing entered into an alliance with Ner'Zhul. Deathwing even traveled to Draenor. In the Second War of Azeroth, Deathwing was able to use the Demon Soul once again through the use of his orcish puppet, Nekros Skullcrusher, to imprison Alexstrasza. With Alexstrasza imprisoned, Deathwing used his red dragon captives to help repopulate his devastated black dragonflight.
With his gain of power, Deathwing had found a way of assuming a human guise in the form of Lord Prestor, and in that human shell he would meddle in the affairs of Lordaeron. When he was in the guise he had absolute control of the mind of many humans. He was mostly appreciated by nobles in Lordaeron, especially the king, King Terenas Menethil, who appointed him as the ruler of Alterac, but still Deathwing had only one goal, to repopulate his dragonflight and take over Azeroth.
Even at this peak of power, Deathwings plans were foiled my the mage Rhonin and Krasus, who managed to wrest the Demon Soul from Nekros and free Alexstrasza. In the resulting great battle Rhonin annihilated the Demon Soul through the Scale of Neltharion, and all the Dragon Aspects had regained their power. People believed that Deathwing got trapped in Draenor when the portal was closed in the second war, when the world ripped itself apart. Others said that Deathwing is held captive in Grim Batol for eerie screaming and cursing has been heard in that region. One thing is sure though. Azeroth has not seen the last of Deathwing the Destroyer.



Chapter 1:
The Return of the
Black Dragonflight
As a fire goes out, a fire is rekindled from the ashes. Screams filled the blaze enclosed Alterac. The town looked like one gigantic blaze. Little ant people were screaming things like "Dragons have come to destroy us, we have displeased them!" and "The black dragonflight! We are DOOMED!." A few of the more educated were yelling "DEATHWING HAS COME FOR US! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES." When people started yelling that, then the real out roar happened. The fires only seemed to grow as people yelled more and more. Black dragons that looked like specks flew above threw fireballs down, while a few dragons that roamed that ground ate every few people they found. Then the cloud of dragons parted as a larger huge dragon pushed though. People started to scream "DEATHWING!"
When the beast landed, buildings crumbled before his mighty claws. He then spit a huge spew of molten rock, melting buildings and people that came before its path. The huge half metal beast went on a rampage and yelled "FEAR ME VERMIN, I am Neltharion, I AM YOUR GOD!" and once screamed "Give my regards to my old friends Alexstrasza.” An hour later, Alterac was in ruins again for the third time. Several people had managed to escape and had fled to Dalaran. They all piled into Archmage Antonidas’s chamber. “What is the meaning of this,” demanded Antonidas.
One brave townsfolk came forth and said, “Alterac has been laid siege by Deathwing and his dragonflight."
"Hmmm," mumbled Antonidas who started rubbing his chin, "So, Deathwing never was on Draenor when the Dark Portal Collapsed."
"It seems so sir," muttered a sheepish townswoman, "His dragonflight came and set our town ablaze, then minutes later Deathwing came and destroyed our town."
"Your name?" asked Antonidas who looked grim.
"Katrana, Katrana Prestor," said Katrana slowly.
"Prestor?" asked Antonidas "like Lord Prestor?" Many people had started eavesdropping into the conversation.
"Why I nev-," retorted Katrana.
"Calm down! No offense was meant." said Antonidas as he comforted Katrana.
"No, No, I'm sorry, I've been a little edgy since Alterac," said Katrana softly. Just as Katrana finished speaking a weary, worried looking man ran up. "I have urgent news from Lordaeron."
"What could be so important," said Antonidas semi-annoyed.
"It's King Terenas," said the messenger who looked sad.
"What about the king?" asked Antonidas.
"He died from a plague that is sweeping our lands," said the messenger very quickly as if it would help.
"This is a very grave day indeed," spoke Antonidas in a slow mournful tune. "Who has taken his place?"
"His son Arthas Menethil," said the messenger.
"Alas for our former king, send this message to Lordaeron," said Antonidas who was looking extremely gloomy, "Deathwing and his dragonflight has returned and Alterac destroyed."
"WHAT!" yelled many of the eavesdroppers.
"What are you peasants doing here, get back to your jobs," said Antonidas angrily.
"I will do it," said the messenger, "for this is a sad day in the realm of Azeroth today that I hope will be mourned forever." The messenger quickly swept off and was gone.
"Katrana," said Antonidas.
"Y-y--yes?" asked Katrana shakily.
"I want you to go to Deathwing, and say you are one of his followers, and bring back information about him, and his plots," said Antonidas, "Be careful, its a dangerous one."
"I-I will," said Katrana sadly.
"Good, now go to the ruins of Alterac and find him." said Antonidas.
"I shall sir," said Katrana. Katrana promptly left and Antonidas left as well, but with one final remark: "The fate of our world depends on her."
Meanwhile in Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil did not know of any plights in either Alterac or Dalaran. He was too busy grieving for his departed father and trying to combat the plague that was taking over. He kept speaking to himself over and over again, saying the same thing: "What is happening to Lordaeron, Its falling apart." Suddenly the messenger appeared in the middle of the grand hall. Arthas, who remained nonchalant about the sudden apparition, said "So, what news from Dalaran."
"I bear evil tidings," said the messenger who took a deep breath,"Alterac had been destroyed, and even worse, it was Deathwing and his dragon flight who destroyed it." Arthas sat and mouthed wordlessly.
"What evil plight has descended upon us," he cried. "Go, rally our army, we shall march in a great union, and slay this great beast, I would kill the beast myself but, I would be stopped if I tried."
"It is too dangerous for a king to kill the lord of black dragons on their lonesome," spoke Arthas's consul solemnly
"Ha, you worry too much!" said Arthas who then noticed the messenger standing there barked, "What are you still doing here!" The messenger promptly stormed out loudly banging shut the door.
"I worry only for your safety my lord."
"Yes, yes, very touching," said Arthas sound annoyed.
"Should I at least call for aid, even the dragon aspects would be of assistance."
"Dragon Aspects, HA! They were the ones who got us into this trouble, and by the time they get here who will be destroyed next, us?
"They have also gotten us out before too, and do you think Deathwing is stupid enough to come directly after a capital!"
"Yes, yes that's all fine and dandy but, we- don't- need- Dragon Aspects, and maybe you are right about Deathwing."
"Fine my lord, should I call upon our allies at least?" said the consul who looked like someone stuck a lemon in his mouth.
"If you really think we need them then," said Arthas who hesitated on the last word, "fine."
As Lady Katrana reached Grim Batol, she prepared herself, she planned her scheme to fool Deathwing. She decided to plead to him to become his servant, but the problem about this is how she would fool him. For Deathwing was a sly dragon, and knew how to fool people and when people were lying After a long deliberation she had decided. She took a deep breath and ran into Grim Batol.
"I shall rally our troops," said Arthas's consul as he teleported out. The fate of the world as it appears lies in the hands of two people: a naive king and a scared women. It seems the world now hangs in the balance.

Chapter 2:
The Cave of the Forsaken

The walls of Grim Batol were covered in slimy ooze, and huge stalagmites standing were standing tall as towers on the cave floor. ”No wonder this cave is called ‘the forsaken cave’, it’s most disturbing in here,” spoke Katrana to herself. Katrana slowly crept through the cave, carrying a torch fashioned from a dead tree limb, carefully watching for unfathomable creatures that lurked in the darkness. The torch hissed like an angry snake as it a glob of slime fell. After an hour worth of walking, she came out of the seemingly endless tunnel and found herself standing inside a gigantic chamber filled with black dragons lurking in the darkness. In the very center lay her target, the beast Deathwing himself. She approached him and Deathwing barked, “What do you want, vermin.” Katrana replied with a ground-shaking statement, “It is I, Onyxia, your daughter.”
“Save yourself embarrassment and take your true form,” replied Deathwing Sternly. Suddenly the small frail frame of Katrana twisted and morphed into a huge dragon whom size was only matched by Deathwings.
“Father, I have news from Dalaran. The fools plan to attack you, they sent me to get ‘information’ on your plans.”
“Foolish humans, they have no idea what they are getting into.”
“How should I mislead them Nelthari-“
“DO NOT TROUBLE ME WITH MY NAME OF OLD,” screamed Deathwing, causing the cave to tremble.
“Sorry father, spare me this time,” pleaded Onyxia.
“You shall be forgiven this time, but next time I shall kill you.”
“Yes father.”
“Tell the foolish Archmage, Antonidas, that I’m planning to siege Khaz Modan. The humans will run to the Dwarven Empire, only to find that I am attacking their petty home.”
“I shall,” said Onyxia who morphed into her frail human form and sulked out of the cave. After a fortnight of traveling, and a few trolls, she had made her way back to the Violet Citadel. Upon entering she became immediately harassed by people who wanted to know what had happened. When she reached Antonidas, he asked “Well?”
“Deathwing had told me that, he plans to attack Khaz Modan within the next week,” spoke Onyxia solemnly.
“Dwarves, why would he want to attack the dwarven realm? Well, it doesn’t matter, we have to inform King Arthas.”
“Would you like me to inform him?” asked Onyxia.
“No, there is no need for that, I will send my most highly regarded pupil, Jaina Proudmoore.”
“Didn’t she have that relationship with the king?”
“Yes, but, that is in the past, or at least I hope it is.” Antonidas walked over to the great fountain where Jaina was and hands her a note, “Jaina, I need you to deliver a message to Arthas.”
“Why must I, I don’t want to have anything to do with him,” said Jaina.
“If you do not do this because of Arthas, then do it for your nation, no, for the world,” spoke Antonidas slowly.
“I shall, but not because of Arthas,” said Jaina after a small period of deliberation and she takes the note.
“Then go, and be blessed with the grace of The Pantheon,” said Antonidas. Jaina had promptly teleported to the king.
When Jaina promptly appeared in the center of Arthas’s grand hall. He angrily asks “What do you want here,” putting emphasis on the you.
“I am here to tell you that Deathwing plans to attack Khaz Modan, and that Lord Antonidas thinks that you should send your army there.”
“Fine, contact Antonidas and tell the old man that I shall send my troops.”
“I shall, my lord,” said Jaina who teleported out.
After a few days, every willing battle-ready man rallied outside of Stormwind and ready to march. “Today, we assemble here TO FIGHT! Fight not only for our country, but for the world,” spoke Arthas sternly, “Today we fight for valor, for honor, for Azeroth!” The army roars in applause. In a huge mass they marched to Khaz Modan to find a surprise. As they marched Deathwing was already sending his most elite black dragonkin to Lordaeron.

Chapter 3:
The Flight from Stormwind
Arthas was deeply troubled that Katrana was able to easily extract such vital information from Deathwing. He worried because she didn't even seemed phased that she had met, whom some would say, the bringer of evil. He paced back and forth in his chamber pondering for some many days. The sun had risen and fallen several times as the troubled king pondered. The king looked up, "hmmm, a red sunrise. This can't be good." Shortly after saying that scream erupted around Stormwind. A huge explosion sounded. Several of the King's guards came. "Sir, we have to go," they said as they rushed him out. A horrible sight befell Stormwind. The king gasped and nearly fainted as he looked outside to see blood, bodies, and dragons everywhere. Arthas started flailed his sword around like a madman. Arthas fell to ground and wept.
"We have to round up as many survivors as possible," cried Arthas.
"We can only get a few. We must keep you alive at all costs," said a guard. They ran with haste and gathered a mere one gross out of the tens of thousands of civilians. "We must make haste to a strong fortification," said the guard.
"We must, run to Kul Tiras, and from there we can take a ship, or two, to Theramore Island in Kalimdor," spoke Arthas solemnly.
"You want us to go through The Maelstrom. Very few ships have every survived that."
"We have to try," said many of the civilians. They prepared to take a fortnight's journey to Kul Tiras, but as they prepared, Arthas began to talk to himself even more than usual. He, as he left Stormwind, realized the folly of his actions. By sending all of his men to Khaz'Modan, which was never under attack, he let himself become vulnerable to a full-on strike from Deathwing and his minions. He swore that the next time he sees Katrana, he would kill her. They gathered food, water, firewood, and several other supplies. They began their expedition to Kul Tiras. They ran into a pack of bandits who nearly robbed them of all their goods, but Arthas was trained by Uther, and was able to help fight them off. Screams followed them as they ran. They dared not stop for long for fear of being attacked by man, beast, or dragon. The reached the coastal base of Kul Tiras and found it in ruin. Smoldering remains of buildings were everywhere and bodies were as abundant as flowers in a field. The blood red sky hung high overhead stained with the blood of the fallen. They remained speechless at the horror that befell them. "What should we do, Kul Tiras is in ruin? There is no way we can make it to Theramore Island," said a guard.
"I guess..." spoke Arthas speechlessly, "try to... find somewhere else to go..."
"But where? We have nowhere to go. Not enough rations to survive much longer."
"There has to be a nearby settlement, do any of you know of any nearby settlements?"
"There is always Silvermoon City," suggested a guard.
"We will not go to those traitors, they betrayed us when they joined the Naga..." retorted Arthas.
“We must go, to… Gnomeregan,” said a guard. A gnome in the crown fainted at the suggestion of going back to Gnomeregan.
“WHAT,” shout almost everyone.
“After the we got pushed out, all that remains is the ‘Exiled Ones,’” said a hardy gnome in the audience.
“Who exactly are these ‘Exiled Ones’?” asked Arthas.
“They are the followers of Mekgineer Thermaplugg who had been darkened by evil forces, they are rumored to be strong.”
“Then why should we go there?”
“There is a small Gnomish encampment there, and we should be safe from Deathwing for a while.”
“Shall we go?” asked Arthas, whom looking on all the nods said, “Fine, agreed, we march to Gnomeregan.” At this very moment, Stormwind was left in ruins and The Alliance was starting to wane. Arthas asked his guards to travel to Khaz’Modan, alerting any villages they find on their way, and from their to take a hippogryph from there to Teldrassil and The Exodar. As they parted he said, “We must send word to all those whom remain in the Alliance, even the Draenei, we will head to Gnomeregan and rally as many friendly gnomes as we can.”
Meanwhile Thrall, warchief of the horde, had received word from his messengers about the lays of Lordaeron, and decided that know was the time to strike the Alliance down. He told Prince Kael’Thas to bring his Blood Elves to the Undercity in the ruins of The Tirisfal Glades. He told the prince that when he got there to rally the Forsaken to strike the dwarven realm of Khaz’Modan. Thrall also told Cairne Bloodhoof to bring his Tauren to Orgrimmar where they would prepare for a strike against Teldrassil with the Orcs and Trolls. Thrall, who thought this was a good time to end this war, would soon realize that in order to truly win, he would have put aside their differences and work together with the fallen Alliance. They are 10 races with one future, together.

Chapter 4:
The Assembly
The mighty land of Durotar, founded after the great battle at the Tree of Eternity, is the home of both trolls and orcs. Not to far from Durotar, across the Barrens, is Thunder Bluff, home of the powerful Tauren. Thrall, Warchief of the Horde, was troubled by the faltering Alliance. His council told him it was for the best, but he worried about the cause of these events. The troll and orcish assembly outside the Halls of Honor in Orgrimmar signaled the dawn of a new war, the forth war of orcs and humans. The only thing holding back the start of this was the taurens. Hours late as usual, the tauren came stampeding into the city, shaking the grounds, lead by Cairne Bloodhoof. "Throm ka, fellow warriors," said Thrall turning the Cairne, "Hello, old friend."
"Hello, young warchief. The earth mother shines down on us today. It is a good day to fight these defiles of our sacred lands," said Cairne.
"C'mon mon, lets get this over with," interrupted Vol’jin, leader of the Darkspear Trolls. Thrall picked up his onyx warhammer with a commanding yell, "For Doomhammer!" The armies roared with applause and they headed out to attack the Night Elven haven, Teldrassil.
Meanwhile deep within the bowels of the infested Undercity, Thrall's message of war just reached Banshee Queen Sylvanus Windrunner.
"Good," said Sylvanus, "I have something you might find interesting." She took the messenger to the Apothecaries' Quarter in the southwestern quarter of Undercity. She rummaged through a special box and pulled out a crystal flask that contained a faintly glowing, ominous fluid inside. "This is a special poison brewed from poised from a plagued spider and blood of other plagued creatures that reside within the Western Plaguelands. It does not just merely kill someone, but it turns them into a forsaken zombie. Let me demonstrate." She gives the dog a small sip of the flask's contents. The dog instantly dies, and seconds later revives. He checked the dog's vital signs; to his suprise he found no heartbeat. The messenger remained speechless.
"Take this box and distribute this poison to our army. Tell them to taint their weapons with the poison," said Sylvanus handing him the box, "Then, we shall fight." He promptly distributed the poison to Deathguards and Abominations, the staples of the Forsaken army, that were in Undercity. He returned to Sylvanus and said, "The poison has been delivered, now, if you don't mind, I need to head to Silvermoon City," handing Sylvanus the empty box.
"Take the translocation orb," said Sylvanus.
"The what?" asked the messenger sounding extremely puzzled.
"Its an orb outside of our city that links us the Silvermoon City. It will take you directly into the Tower of the Sun where Regent Lord Loth'Remar can help you." He thanked Sylvanus and exited Undercity and translocated to Silvermoon City.
He apparated inside a small cylindrical room. "Remind me never to use one of those again..." said the messenger outland to himself. After recovering, the messenger descended to the grand hall and found Regent Lord Loth'Remar. "Where is Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider?" asked the messenger.
"Do you live in a rock my good man, he traveled to Outland through a special portal devised by a foolish night elf warden, Maiev Shadowsong. I control this land until he returns," said Loth'Remar almost mockingly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't kno-," apologized the messenger, who shuffled his feet in embarrassment.
"It's ok," interrupted Loth'Remar," Now, how can I be of assistance?" The messenger explained the situation and Loth'Remar, after taking a minute to evaluate the situation said, "It sounds... interesting. I shall go and rally our army. Our weapons have been getting a little rusty you know..."
As the messenger stormed off, Loth’Remar whispered to a nearby magister, “Tell our Blood Knights to drain the naaru hidden beneath the Farstrider Square.”
“We liege, you want us to continue draining that thing? What if the Naaru on Outland find out of this treason? We will surely be exiled and slain.”
“We must if we are ever to find a stronger source of energy to feed on. Our people need this magic, if we don’t… we might turn into those wretched who troll the ruined part of Silvermoon in search of mana… I don’t trust these horde characters… they make me uneasy,” said Loth’Remar whose stern tone signaled the end of the conversation.
With this turning of events, it is only a matter of time until Azeroth's greatest secret becomes revealed, the very secret that nearly destroyed the planet thrice.


Chapter 5, is in the works!

Your first sentence was bad enough to make me not want to continue.

I'm getting the feeling you don't like me lol j/k I didn't like the lore setup, so I said, screw your lore Blizzard, and I rearrranged it to make my story possible, and make it sound better!