((Turning - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM9dicyQ00s
They were fighting; swords were shrieking, cries of dying intermixing with battle cries from all sides into a cacophonous symphony. Yes, they were fighting.
And they were dying.
She pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning against a block of destroyed wall, breathing heavily as she glanced over the stone to see another of the regiment run to her side. He looked her over before passing her a vial of blood colored potion.
"Fel, Kaylock." He chuckled weakly. "How many have you ended up tanglin' with?" Myaka didn't answer for a while, choosing to gulp down the health potion and giving it time to work before she answered in a hoarse voice.
"I lost count a long time ago. Where are the others?" His answer was cut of when a Felguard brought his sword down hard on the wall. Chunks of mortar and stone flew around them as she moved back away from the wall. Her fellow soldier was not so lucky. Blood sprayed as the man slumped to the ground, the debris burying his now cooling corpse. Myaka dived and darted away from the felguard, knowing that any attack would be suicide without her sword that had been lost in one of the many battles she had already fought.
A sound rent through the air, a great singing horn. She looked up at the great tree that made up the bulk of the area. The leader of the demons was pulling his way up the tree, We are too late
, Despair rolled through her. All those deaths, and it meant nothing.
Balls of light suddenly flew at the demon and circled around it, halting its progress.
She darted away from the felguard again, but this time turned on her heel and went to dive at it. If the demons were going to win anyway, she'd take this one with her to death.
An explosion rocked through everything, blinding white light and heat the only thing she could see and feel as the world then went black.
She walked through the twin rows of bodies, hobbling slightly with the cane she had been given when she left the infirmary. The explosion of the wisps destroying Archimonde destroyed almost everything that was in its path, not caring who was Horde and Alliance or demon. Only her dive at the felguard had saved her from the worst of the blast but even then her landing had led to her leg being trapped under debris. But it was better then the body of her fellow solder who had been found crushed to a pulp not far from the felguard who had killed him.
She forced her thoughts away from her own physical pain and to those that had been laid out respectfully after the fighting.
She listened respectfully to the one boasting by the fire, going on about how many demons he was going to kill, how great of a warrior he was. Even though she knew he had never held anything more dangerous then a plow.
"Kaylock!" Her attention caught, she glanced at him. "How many of them demons do ya thin' you're gonna get?" She shook her head with a slight grin. "Come o', you ain't bad with that sword you are always carryin'. I'm sure you'll get ah few." Those around him sniggered, she wasn't sure if they were laughing at her, or the over eager boy that had never been in a battle that wasn't with his buddies after the crops were harvested.
She shook her head, trying to hold the tears at bay at the memory, he wasn't as ready for the fighting. A pair of felhounds caught him before the fighting really got started. She had to hope he was dead before his body had been torn apart.
So many others, more then half of her regiment were lying in neat rows, some even next to the same Horde fighters they had ridiculed during those same fireside chats.We are truly not that different.
She thought, standing in front of the bodies of a Horde and Alliance warrior laid out side by side. We both bleed when injured, and the stab of a sword kills us all the same.
She remembered her own loathing of the Horde, something that had only just barely disappeared after her rescue from death by a Tauren Hunter only a few short weeks ago, with a stab of disgust. How could she believe what the others had been telling her. Papa always spoke of the Horde as something that at least deserved the chance to live, to find their happiness now that they were only trying to protect one another. He would have been ashamed of how cruel his daughter had been to the Horde fighting back the Burning Legion.
"Winterborne!" Myaka turned at the call, already guessing who it was by the address. Dominic Sanders who was one of the survivors of Andorhal who had managed to procrastinate through his enlistment to 'accidentally' miss all of the previous fighting, sneered at her when she turned.
"I would have thought you'd be in Durotar celebrating the ceasefire with the rest of the greenskins." He moved forward, leaving the table with the rest of his friends and swaggered over to her. "Are we sure you aren't a greenskin in hiding?" She glared at the drunken man and swatted away his hand.
"Go back to your drinks, Sanders." She did little to hide her disgust of him, and turned on her heel to leave to a different area of the city. She could celebrate the end to the boiling conflict somewhere else. In her move, she missed the flash of anger that passed over Dominic's face and the calculating gleam that sparked in his eyes when he took in her meandering path that took her away from the populated area.
She missed the nods he gave to the four other men who stood and followed him outside.
She missed the fact that the scabbard that hung from her belt was empty .
She missed the fact that she had company as she wandered the empty darkened streets of Theramore pondering on a never ending war.
((This one was a fun one, I also was able to go full circle from my first major story arc that involved Dominic!))
Battletag: Myaka#1873 feel free to add me! If your tag is different then your character name say you are from the sanctum.
Alliance: Myaka(Main), Mervic, Surina, Dundhane(Emerys Dundhane)
Horde: Fleetmane, Kirand.