Reborn - Character Story

==Chapter 1==
Dradon – Reborn chapter 1 – A Final Demise
It was in darnassus that it began and, in darnassus, it would end for dradon Skysilver. The spell that bound dradon, still. To the land of the living. He was finally going to feel guilt for all he has done wrong, for all his evils and all his betrayal of the soul... In his briefest of freedoms he helped friends, tried to free slaves, one of whom he, in a way, loved.
His life was finally reaching a peaceful end. His soul complete again he could only wait for the inevitable as his mind died and soul pained.
His friend, his only true friend, for whom the man may never say it true would be there to the end as his bearer but he wasn’t there alone his love was there with him to the end, Thebes, lakaz’s love, was there with him. The slave girl might just be the saviour of dradon.
Thebes neither owed dradon nor did, in one life time, dradon owe Thebes, it was Thebes who simply thought that there was something in him, something good, something to redeem.
And perhaps in his final, tragic, death he would be.
The Dwarf and the draenei Carried the monster on the sweats of their backs to darnassuss, says and nights passed as they carried him from The Barrens where he fell into his conditions
The Trail took their toll on the bearers of the burden with the elf’s condition never improving, never worsening. A constant of pain and suffering. They were tired quickly by the sheer weight of the elf with his armour
They strained and struggled but never once did they consider turning back despite what he had done to them. All the pain, All the suffering and torturing. Never once did they say “we must turn away”
The Journey took days and days, only stopping for Rest and Nourishment......Why did they do it, why did they bear all this further pain and suffering for a man who had treated them like nothing more than scum,
Did Lakaz, finally, find an ounce of respect for Dradon and with Thebes to do this act for the monster. Maybe it was Thebes that saw something good might come out this or perhaps this, last, morsel of kindness small bit of guilt of love might redeem both of them for any of their short comings.
Light forgive her if she’s wrong to do this.
Whatever the reason for doing this, be it respect, be it for personal redemption or for anything else they did it and, with it, came a sense of duty as they did it which in some way was a sense of need.
Their journey continued and had entered into the realm of Ashenvale.
The Beauty of Ashenvale had waned since thralls incursions went towards ashenvale and even in the most deepening parts of ashenvale were struck by the ravages of war with blades and axe cuts in the trees
The quiet crackle of a campfire flickered light across the nearby ground around the campfire. Thebes sat awake aside the campfire, unable to sleep, pondering a number of questions.
She pondered them relentlessly always arriving without an answer.
As her lips dried, as she pondered so she took her water canteen and suckled the last few drops of the water from it, suckling it from the skin like a child on a mothers teat.
She lay down looking though, the colourful dancing of the campfire’s flames, to dradon and before she fell into a deep sleep she asked one more question to herself “what is going on in dradons head?”
After a moment of darkness which encompassed the falling into a sleep, she began to see strange things, she looked to her hands and saw that her hands were clad in black and dark blue plates, very dark gloves she could feel their emptiness. She stared up to see Instructor Rasivious in front of her but what happened would surprise. The Instructor referred to her as “Initiate Dradon, What are you doing? Get back to training!”
And through no will of her own she saluted the monster of an instructor but then all of sudden she could see the through the eyes of a scarlet crusader but then she could see dradon once again this time he was, in the massively imposing Death knight armour, holding the crusader by the throat his grip tighten and then in this dream she felt her throat clenching she felt the pain.
The neck of the crusader snapped and the crusader died but she did but she could feel the pain, the agonising pain but she felt only a fraction of pain and suffering that dradon had and would on any he met. No matter how much she wished this dream would end then and there it would continue
The dreams were so real. She would see everything dradon done through the eyes of his victims All the things he had Everyone he had killed, tortured, traumatised and brutalised and so many he had done this and more .
She dreamt every moment, every stab, every lash, every cut, and every burn. All the pains felt by the dreamer are all things that she wished she couldn’t but knew he felt it as well. She felt it all and it was all she could bear to feel and she felt more.
The Dreamer, the sufferer could taste every tear, every last bitter sweet tear. Could hear every scream from every butchered person as they slowly choked on their own blood or brutalised by him.
They could smell every horrible odour that could be smelt in a gruesome life. The smell of blood, of rotting flesh, of tears, the dying and the smells thousands of bodies could make.
The smell so foul, so evil, so putrid that no living person should have to smell and the dreamer could smell it. The Dreams showed the dreamer, all the pain and all the suffering dradon was feeling the justice was coming to him and Thebes felt sorry for him
The pain was incredible, she felt it all but it wasn’t real to her, it was a dream only Dradon actually felt for him it wasn’t a dream it was real it was as real as it could get. Thebes would awake and she did and at that moment she did.
Thebes opened her eyes, slowly, to the ominous songs of the forest birds, tweeting through the cold air as the sun pierced through the tree canopy silhouetting the trees, where she caught the last dying embers of the dimming campfire ashes.
Across from her, still lying there, Struggling through the nightmares was dradon seeing all of his actions and his sins and suffering from it.
Near him was her friend, Lakaz asleep but watchful akin to the sleeping guardian of a sacred songbird. Thebes climbed from place of resting and approached dradon passing the camp ash.
She kneeled down beside dradon who had no awareness of anything around and could only see his past and all his monstrosity of a second life. She placed her right hand on to dradons face and caringly stroked and said “Is that your dreams? Is that what you are seeing? is that what are you feeling? The memories that haunt you so?”
She stayed right there by his side. Never leaving him the pity for him in her welling lasting what must have been hours when a single tear dropped her eyes on to the ground.
She pulled her head to dradons ear and whispered into his, in a vain hope he will hear her “despite all you’ve done to me ,the beatings, the enslavement.....I....I just can’t bring myself to hate because......because......I...I don’t know.....but...I forgive you”
Lakaz had long been awake, he was watching Thebes and making sure she stayed alright. He approached Thebes and places his hand on her shoulder. She looked up to him and he said “it’s ok, you take as long as you need” she nodded. A moment of silence passed and lakaz asked “Thebes, the dreams they’re...” she simply nodded
Lakaz thought to himself, he then said aloud “I think I know what going to happen”
The day began and ends once more but this time silent Thebes was silent, unresponsive but Lakaz wanted so desperately to talk to explain what he meant by that remark but he knew that she would garner no response and dusk was arriving
So they left the road and circled round several trees into a small cove of open land. They stopped in the middle of it and lakaz took from his pack the same old equipment various pots and pans and various camp equipment including flint sparkers and small amounts of dried tinder and a large amount of timber to start to a new campfire
He took a few nearby stones and formed a circle with them placed some of the timber in a pile and nuzzled the tinder below the wood and scraped a few sparks from the flint and the campfire quickly went up into a bright blaze.
The Dancing fire was like diamond on a long journey to ones final demise. Thebes starred deep into the fire as the flames seem to dance as she watched it. Lakaz interrupted the show with a low pitched called her name “Thebes”
Thebes turned to lakaz holding the blade of a Curved dagger pointing the hilt at her. Lakaz then said “take this” Thebes took the blade and dug it into the ground next to her. He then took a rifle out of his pack and asked Thebes a question “Do you know how to use this?”Thebes merely stared blankly at lakaz He began explaining “This is a long distance Lang-star Repeater Rifle; it holds a 7 round Cartridge, utilizing a trigger – lock safety mechanism. It has a polish oak barrel cover with a tempered steel Internal lining, the trigger mechanism has the engraving saying Silver sword Howling” Lakaz took a deep breath and continued “To operate this gun simply pull the lock back until you hear the third click then pull the trigger.....” he paused a moment “its a good gun....hopefully you won’t have to use it”.
Lakaz handed Thebes the gun and she took and placed the gun next to the dagger. Thebes thought to herself “why did lakaz want me to have this gun?” she forgot about and returned to the dancing flames. Lakaz began leaving the camp and said “I’m going to go out and gather some kindling” and disappeared into the darkness
But Thebes took no notice of it as she became, once again, entangled in the dancing flames. She became mesmerized as the flowing fires formed small female dancers, spirally to some mysterious unheard song.
Then as if a ghostly spirit had begun twirling the music, she could hear the music. The Orchestral symphony of Flutes, Cellos and Horns with Plucking of the harps. The Dancer now in key with the music, spinning on the Symphonic unisons the Flutes violins and Horns and swaying the hips on the low pitched 2 plucks of the harp.
Thebes had lost all awareness of everything around her. The tune, nothing more than the maginations of a Girl’s mind, slowly intoxicated her.
Then the tune darkened and became low as if a dark omen had entered the orchestra and had taken command. The Tone gloomed the harp strings snapped and Flutes died. All that was left was the ominous string tunes of the Violins and the cellos accompanied by the brass.
When the tune darkened the flaming dancers had disappeared but erupting into its place was the vision of a great dark dragon erupting from the very core of the earth cracking a fissure into the barrens. Then the vision turned to that of Dradon lying there dead but not struggling. At peace. The bloody corpse of dradon was in front of her and next to him was lakaz standing over him with a bloody dagger an expression of Sadness and depression on his face. He looked to Thebes’ left hand; she pulled her hand to her face and saw that his heart, dradons heart, was in her hands.
Thebes stretched her arms out towards the fire in a vain attempt to rescue dradon, to save him. The flames scarred her hands but she brushed it off not even thinking about. She stretched her hands further into the campfire hopelessly she whispered with a tear in her left eye “no!” The fires scarring turned to pain and suffering and she finally yanked her hand out of the flames and began to nurse it.
She turned back to flames and saw that in place of a personal vision she saw a great flight of imposing dragons while she watched this, horrified at the sight of a hundred thousand mighty corrupt dragon flew over azeroth, that visions had engulfed her she could only red rock and Mighty dragons flying above her. She stared at what could only be described mayhem as orc and human desperately fighting their final inevitable.
She then watched as the visions became a swirling vortex of shadows and light and playing in the background.
A shadow in the vortex, no visual distinction could be made only it was a tall person. was seen by Thebes.
Its voice then boomed across the vortex saying “Thebes, There ends have been foretold” its low commanding voice pull Thebes attention “They shall fight to the end and die. The Descent of Dragons will come to pass and you will be there defiant to the end. But you will never be alone the alliance will be with you and your friends and enemies will fight as well.” He paused for less than a second and continued “Now go Thebes, the cataclysm approaches and the descent of dragons will happen and you must be prepared”
Thebes suddenly awoke, in a panic, but with burns not there no pain or markings. Across the camp was lakaz sleeping. She looked around in a panicked rush swing her head left and right and behind.
She thought to herself
“Was it all just a dream?”
==Chapter 2 - Dreaming of the End==
`in the shadowy lands of Darkshore, their journey continued dradon perpetually unconscious bared by his former only that it gave their duty even more purpose.
The lights played tricks on Thebes’s eyes in the gloomy white light. Shadowy forms could be seen. So small a form were the figures that you could not make out what each one was. All but one form could be made out.
Thebes continued to watch the forms that watched but when one leapt out of the darkened forest bush to another she could make out the form of an elf but beyond an elf she could see no more of it.
Thebes looked at lakaz with concern and said “Lakaz, in the wilderness, there’s an elf following us”
He responded “I know. She’s been stalking us since Astranaar”. Thebes turned her eyes to lakaz while walking along and said “Do you think she’s aware we know she’s there”
Lakaz replies with uncertainty “I ......don’t... think so” his confidence or lack thereof, so apparent that it worried thebes. “Why is he so uncertain? A Master tracker amongst dwarves.” Thebes thought to herself as she continued to carry dradon with help from lakaz.
The Land moulded the mood. The mood felt dire it like all around was dying and so all that need would be asked.
Thebes had one thing on her mind since she spoke of the figure in the darkened forests “why was lakaz here?” She didn’t know why he was with her. He could make up a thousand excuses and lies but perhaps lands gave him the same feeling. A feeling of his doom.
He wouldn’t die so long as aeorna or that tracker had anything to do with it.
Thebes announced aloud “Why are you here, lakaz?” bluntly saying it hoping that a surprise question might provide an honest.
There was no response. Their travels continued silent and tense as if she asked him to do something he couldn’t do, a horrible task which he would promise himself never to do.
The Travel slowed gradually; perhaps lakaz was distracted, deep in thought as to the question Thebes asked him.
They slowed to the point where eerie movement could be heard, every drop echoed, every bird noise could be heard and the clang of dradons dragon scaled armour could be heard.
They slowed to a pace so low that even their footsteps echoed. Eventually, they simply stopped. A quiet sigh could be heard from behind Thebes. Thebes asked “Lakaz?” “.......” was the response from him.
A peaceful silence came over the time there in the darkly beautiful darkshore forest but Clearly the tracker, despite the expertise, forgot rule 1 of tracking your target don’t make a sound. The Brushing of leaves against the tracker coat and cracking twigs could be heard.
The silence quickly returned. Thebes, attempting to whisper it said “Is it the tracker?” Despite her attempt at whispering it her voice echoed loud enough that the tracker disappeared into the wilderness again.
Time passed and not a word was spoken by either of them. Dusk had arrived, the sun had apexxed, touching the horizon, no green spark but the beautiful orange glow swayed over the sky.
Thebes seeing that maybe lakaz is in no condition to even say anything tells him “let’s rest here tonight”
They pulled Dradon to the side of the road and laid him down. Thebes sat down by the road and lakaz sat down facing the Orange misted sky the sun cresting over the horizon. Thebes turned to lakaz and watched.....simply...watched.
As Time Continued to pass, Thebes watching she becomes heavy eyed her eyelids becoming tired and tried. She lay down and slowly fell in a slumber.
Thebes awaken to the same beautifully orange sun asides that it is morning. She awoke to more than a simple but a surprised one, lakaz, moved from his slumbered depressed seat, talking to a night elf female.
Unable to read any of the words the two say she could easily read what each one was feeling. The elf was calm, she seemed to know every move he would do, every motion, every sound.
But lakaz being told of this seemed almost understanding. It seemed he understood something what? Thebes perhaps would never know.
Lakaz returned to where he sat and covered the spot in new dirt to hide his tracks. He turned to Thebes and said in a sort of urgency “let's go Thebes this was our last stop before darnassus when we get there things will be sorted.” Thebes raises an eyebrow to what he said “what does he mean ‘things will be sorted?’” she thought to herself
The night elf woman disappeared into the darkness and they continued to aburdiene.
==Chapter 3 - His Arrival==
Lakaz and Thebes carrying Dradon arrived at aburdiene. They heard hushed whisper as they walked through. Thebes caught one line of conversation between two girls. Thebes heard “I thought he was dead”.
As they continued to the docks they saw many of the oldest elves salute the dying dradon. He was only honoured by the old because his name was lost into the annals of history and only those old enough to remember him respected him. The rest knew him by word of mouth from his exploits as a death knight.
Thebes were curious about the salutes and hushed whispers but they knew they couldn’t stop lest there mission fail so there. So they continued and stepped onto the docked boat.
The boat sailed for Ruth’eran village, Teldrassil. The wind flew everyone’s hair on the deck, Thebes’s hair flew like a dove on a warm breeze, and it blew high in the air.
She couldn’t help but think about the silence lakaz had invoked in himself when she asked about why he was helping her do this or do this at all.
His silence was a way of dealing with what he was realising. He realised he had begun to respect dradon he would try to let no one know and even he came as he has seem to done so before he would still never do so. And he would remain silent till ‘his’ end.
Thebes went to lakaz’ side and look toward the sun setting and simply hugged him. A pity hug it was and he knew it.
They arrived at Ruth’eran village the portal to the inside of teldrassil was ahead and they went to it slow but purposefully. They entered the portal and found themselves in the massive hollowed out trunk of the failed attempt at resurrecting their immortality. Thebes did and always did feel astounded at it size and how impressive the city was.
They travelled to druid quarter where they were met by a druid an initiate who “I was charged with this task” The slender elf gave Thebes the scroll. Lakaz and Thebes put dradon down and she read the letter. Dradons voice appeared in her head and said “Thebes, my dearest Thebes. To the ends of my heart I ask of you two things and by merely asking this I might die with a bit of nobility and dignity. I have treated you lakaz like scum, like slaves. And the first thing I ask you to do is to forgive me, forgive me for doing all I have done to you, done to lakaz. If by a miracle I live once more I would spend my entire life trying to earn your forgive my sins against you against everyone and my final request to you is.....” She read it and she felt a sense of grief in her heart, she felt she couldn’t do it.
She dropped it. The scroll rolled back up until only a single could be seen by lakaz. It said “You always wanted me to be saved, do this and I will be freed.”
Lakaz spoke “his death shall be here in darnassus under that tree right there right. He pointed to the tree in the distance on the left a very peaceful location a place he would want to die in from all the ravages of war and war too come.
They brought him to the tree and they lay him down by a single drooping flower between two mighty tree roots. Lakaz took out a single curved dagger and placed it in Thebes’s hands.
She said, with a single tear rolling down her cheeks and that she couldn’t face lakaz, “I can’t do it lakaz...I....I....just can’t” she went and sat down next dradon his struggling the pain on his face. She places her warm hands on dradons cold dying face. She continued “I...I promised him I would save him I said I would free him from her” He stared at her saying “I cant it isn’t my place no matter how much I wish it, it is not I who have to do this, he requested you not me”
Dradon placed a single hand on Thebes’ crying face. She laid her head on his hand and dradon gently rubbed her hair and said “Do it, Thebes. Release me, please” A tear rolled dradons face she shoot back at dradons “I....I...” He said “shhhh.....shhh” he said rubbing her head. Thebes looked to herself and looked back at dradon with quiver in her lip “I....Forgive you” she responded. Dradon fell back into the nightmare after saying “than...k you”
Thebes hug dradon before finally plunging the dagger into his chest ending his life. She removed the dagger from his chest and watched as while he was bleeding a sense relief came over dradon.
They buried dradon deep into the ground.
Thebes stood up and, looking down onto dradon’s grave, hummed a small song of mourning and she simply collapsed crying.
They left Him in that grave dead and hoped never to return. They would never forget dradon. They left and life went on.
==Chapter 4 - Dreams of a Priest==
The dreams would begin and while dradon was dead, his spirit, free, would dream of his 2 lives. His life as Priest and his life as a Death knight. His life in the land of the truly living began when he was born.
He began life as Dradon Skysilver, son of Silvana Skydowns and Thearean Strandsilver, Silvana was the daughter of a priest and was herself a priest but left her duties to raise her child. Thearean was the son of an assassin he however only inherited a bit skill enough for him to be considered for training but he didn’t want to be want to be an assassin he wanted to be a soldier , a soldier who emulated the classical idea of the noble soldier, the noble honourable with unwavering loyalty type of soldier.
The first thing he saw as a child was his moment of birth he saw his slim but solid father in the sun with all his classic armour. He was born into a warzone the stresses of war bore a premature birth but he would be his father’s savoir.
They losing the battle, the demons were winning but the soldiers in the camp fought to the end. Silvana held him in her arms, tears rolling down her face, kissed him on his bald small head.
An invading party of demonic satyrs entered the camp cutting a swath through the defending soldiers. Silvana was crying holding her son close her bosom, she would cry but not aloud.
As the demons commenced unholy slaughter, one happened upon dradon and his mother but Thearean would not let his newborn son or his wife die so easily. He stepped in front the satyr and fought. Thearean was brushed aside but the satyr noticed the child and mother when dradon began to cry to his father.
The satyr thinking it much crueller to let him wallow in self-loathing for letting his child and wife to be killed so the demon walked to Dradon and silvana but before it could begin its cruel act, a sword went straight through its heart spraying dradon and silvana with its blood.
The camp was lost, so Thearean and silvana with their son, joined by an old friend, abandoned the camp. They rang the bell of retreat and the few survivors of the attack left the slaughter and the camp.
They left the camp with their lives. Silvana was happy with that but Thearean wasn’t, he swore to Follow orders to his dying breath and he broke that promise. He felt he would eventually regret it but for now he would forget about it.
He arrived back at the Head quarters of the Ashenvale forces. They both reported to command to report the loss of Camp Eline in northern ashenvale. They then went to the others priests.
His arrival on the battlefield as an infant might explain why he chose to follow his father when he died and was resurrected and later released from the Death God but that he felt was unimportant.
Dradon grew and grew, baptized in the ceremony of battle and Blessed with the powers of elune, developing the skills he would later rely on in life and undeath.
At nearly a century, He finally had to choose what path he would go down a priest of elune or Warrior of the sentinel. Army.
He would be a warrior of the night elves forever but he chose to follow the priesthood of elune. He would be the protegtie of his mother.
He followed the Priesthood of elune with great loyalty equal only to his fathers to the sentinel army. His role ,even within the army ,were keepers of the faith, the healers, The Ritualists, the bearers of the dead and The Healers of the Sick but he was different, the fury he would sometimes bring out made some think he would be suited to the sentinel army.
The One who would first directly suggest that he should perhaps join the sentinel army was the same family friend that he met when dradon was just born and helped save dradons family, the ranger, Amelia Sanadover.
She spoke with a certain command in her voice; her blue hair could fool any man into thinking that pure water flowed down from her head.
She stood tall and strong with an unmatched confidence so perhaps that’s why, since she was the only person to up to him directly about it, she was the one to convince dradon join the sentinel army not only as a medic but a specialist in counter-demon efforts.
She was a wonderful woman strong and confident had it not been for already been joined with someone else dradon, he might have wanted to be with her but she was with someone dradon had no care for in knowing because the more he knew the he would jealously care for Amelia and hate that person.
He was that anyway, he was jealous of that person and in love with her but he was in control of himself in that time and would never pursue her, he knew he would regret it he did and if he didn’t but, thought, he would keep his honour and leave it.
He was skilled and an honourable holy fighter he was his father’s honour and Mothers faith intertwined.
And In his first life, he would earn the title of demon slayer during the second coming of the burning legion. In protecting a group of druids, he was helping to prevent the land known in the future as Felwood from falling to demons, at least for a little while.
On patrol, the druids were removing demon taint from a lake in the area when swathes of demonic imps and satyrs swathed onto the druids and dradon. They surrounded them and took all their weapons.
They were gathered together and dradon was approached by a massive imp, he was clearly in control as the satyrs and other demons parted for his passing.
He offered dradon an ultimatum. He would live and he would kill the druids and let him.
He spat at the over sized imps feet and flat out refused; he would die before losing his honour, like his father would with his honour.
Dradon turned his eyes to the demon carrying his sword, then to the druids behind and signalled for a first and final attempt to escape. He looked to the imp and saw his dagger in hand.
Dradon smiled and began laughing the demon imp was confused and said “What the hell are you laughing at?” he just continued to laugh, the imp came and punched dradon in the face, breaking dradons nose and chipping one of his teeth. Dradon simply continued to laugh, the imp pulled his head to dradons face and said “you’re going to suffering for....” and before he could finish his sentence, dradon removed his hands from his gloves releasing himself from the satyrs grip and wrapped his hands around the imps neck and snapped its neck.
To the dagger from the imp, gauged the satyrs jugular out, removed it from his neck.
The moment was a pause before the ferocious barrage the demons would unleash arrived. He took the last few seconds to shout one thing and fling the dagger at one of the demon satyrs holding the druids. He screamed to them “Now!”
Upon hearing the call the druid flared into action reverting their magic into offensive spells, Wrath bolt flying everywhere and moonfire beams flaring around. A root took form and flung dradon to the satyr with his sword. Dradon piled into demon before he could even realise dradon was coming for him.
As dradon piled into the satyr he swiped the sword and drove it into the demon. Dradon sprang back up and leapt to the defence of the druids.
Slowly each druid was picked off, each one mortally wounded until the only one left was the most senior druid. Then a stray arrow struck the druid narrowly dodging his heart. He fell to the ground wounded but not dead.
Slowly, dradon was surrounded by the demon army, then the same fury he had felt through every desperate stand, re-emerged with an even greater ferocity so much so that he glowed with elunes light, with the glow of elune with him began cutting through swathes of demon, then the felguard came down he was slowly wounded until he was finally struck in his leg and then cut across his chest.
He was left stunned and restrained by the end of the fighting; a single fel-guard approached him and said a single line “Time to die...” but in a spout of momentary luck, the sentinel Artillery division ‘Blade-launcher’ sub-division, arrived sending swarms of Glaives at the demons splitting them into. The Runners for the division charged in and dragged the wounded away. The battle continued and before falling unconscious dradon saw the battle continue.
When he next awoke he was at Moonglade, He was being healed by the medics and priests. The Recovery took months and even longer as he was shifted further and further up mount hyjal but before he was moved to Hyjal he was awarded with a mighty demon-slaying simply called Demon-slayer He was moved multiple times until he was at the peak so to have the honour of meeting several great leaders he eventually disregarded his own health and met with each leader during the final battle for mount hyjal. He met each leader; Jaina, thrall, tyrande, Malfurion but before he could join the final part of the battle he heard in from the forest a voice that compelled him, it spoke in wispy cold voice “They will die and you will fail but if you come to me I can show you the way to save them”
The Elf camp was heavily defended but he was ordered here, to his post. He could see the enemy army approaching but in, what he thought was in a noble goal abandoned his post and left his friend, Amelia to die.
The battle had begun. He saw the battle as it started but it was a world away deep into the open ground and saw Amelia rage filled face staring back at him. But he turned away and ran deeper into the woods getting and rotting until he saw a mighty dark steed and atop stood a rotting man’s face he was wielding an evil blade. He was emitting a deeply dark man and he felt his soul being tugged at by the man. He heard the same voice again and it chilled him to his soul “I AM your salvation”
Dradon could now feel what had happened and had realised what he had just done. He collapsed to the ground. Demon slayer struck into it and he hung from it. He whispered “Amelia, No!” The Great evil horseman moved forward to dradon and said “Join me, dradon. Be one of my servants of the lich king” He responded “Never!” Arthas responded “Then be a Mindless slave” Dradon leapt up to try and attack the monster but before he could even get in the air frostmourne was lunged in his chest and his soul was sapped from his body. Arthas would have him regardless.
==Dradon - Reborn Chapter 5 - His Falling==
Here, his life changed he became one of the great unholy, undead. Arthas had sapped his soul from his body and left it to rot.
The elves, humans and Orcs had won the prophet had lead them to join as one and succed against a threat so great that it threatened even the planet itself They sang songs of mourning and of joy for there victory and for there dead but dradon was denied this honour of honours he lied dead on the ground deep in the woods where there once lay a a base before it was brushed away by archimonde.
The Dead were buried and given honours and Ameilia was there honouring them but as they were singing for the dead, she remember dradon and ran from the honouring. She went to where she last saw dradon. And she just ran, she ran and ran and ran and didn’t look back she was desperate to find him. The Darkened wood had grown so thick that it struck at her scratching at her skin.
She was dodging through each evil then she saw a light the light then turned an open land and she leapt into the open space and what she saw would be with her forever. There lay in the open land lay dradon, dead, a massive stab wound through his chest. She rushed to his side and slide down to his side.
She looked into his face, so pale and so cold. She stroked his dead face, tears streaming down her face. She was abandoned by him but he was a dear friend and no matter what you do not leave a dear friend to die and rot alone.
The ranger was alone with a dead friend but she was followed not by a fellow elf or a human but an orc had followed her. She was no longer, The Orc stood tall above her, Ameilia spoke “What do you want?” He responded “You left, I followed, the dead must be honoured.One hear, i help” he spoke in pigeon darnassian. Ameilia spoke again in less condemnation than before “what is your name, orc?” he responded “Dran’kosh, means Heart of Axe”
Ameilia spoke “then help the dead take me to the grave site with this man” He responded “Swobu” The mighty orc took the dead elfs body on his back. Before they entered the forest he said “The forest, alive. Attacks us. Take great axe cut it” She took his massive great axe and carried it with her.
They arrived back and the orc followed Ameilia to his parents. The Massive building housing the injured was quiet in a silent respect for the dead but when the orc carrying the dead body of dradon.
There was a even greater silence not even a whisper from the physicians.On the second floor was his parents. When The Orc and Ameilia entered the area where Silvana and Theadrean were sat suffering only minor wounds, Ameilia had obviously been crying, she came up to silvana, she ran up to ameilia and hugged and said “Ameilia!, I thought....i mean i feared you had died. Its soo good your alive.” Thearean had stood up and looked to the orc and noticed dradon on his back, dead he said nothing but his eyes pooled with tears.
AMeilia hugged silvana tighter and began crying quietly “Sil.....” she pulled ameilia apart from herself and she said “ what is it, ameilia?” She looked at theadrean, silently suffering. “Ame” she said. Ameilia said to the orc “ Dran’kosh, put him down on the bed please” he simply grunted and took dradon from his back and put on the bed.
She looked on in horror as she saw the orc pull her son from his back. As she saw this she collapsed into tears near to dradon and began crying “No, dradon, no ....no...no...” she continued to cry and moan as she sat by the bed with her dead son. Theadrean came to his wifes side and sat and comforted her and commented “My son is dead, we have lost a good elf.” Ameilia wanted to say that he died with honour but she knew that he abandoned his post and ran. But she daren’t mention she wanted remembered as his father wanted him to be remembered as, a loyal noble hero to the end, so she remained quiet from then on.
Ameilia and Dran’kosh left the Mourning parents to it. Dran’kosh told Ameilia “I must go,Warcheif will need lots of Orc we founding new home in Rolling plains. She responded “No, I owe you too much....I.....I’ll come with you.....im sure i can help” he said “Honouring debt?” She responded to the 2 words “yes...yes” He took her to the warchief and he thought it would be good for him and her.
She joined the orcs in the quest to found the new orc capital Ogrimmar. She would eventually join Dran’kosh at his new home helping in a simpler life one of a farmers life. She never could gather the courage to return to the elves despite hearing of the teldrassil world tree attempt. And the new city of darnassus and that his parents were there. She lived peacefully neither the horde or the alliance really bothered them for anything other than trade.
But what she didn’t know was that dradon soon would return a very different person. Arthas began training death knights and dradons body was recoverd from mount hyjal. He brought him to Naxxramas and despite thousands of invasions dradon always managed to coincidentally to be gone while it was invaded. He was eventually transferred to Achereus.
But before that he was presented to the lich king himself. Dradon was ordered by the lich king himself to “Return to your home land, dradon and shred every last bit of your humanity from your soul. Be an instrument of mercilessness”
Dradon was clad in black plate armour his were white as if there was no soul he wore no helm and his hair was withered and grey but long. He was on a bone gryphon to astranaar, his entrance was made with a grey welcome or more accurately none. He proceed to darnassus. He walked in through the gates asked him to stop but he simply walked on.
The first guard he passed by he took by the throat and asked in a cold lifeless version of dradons low voice “Silvana and Theadrean Strandsilver....Where are they?” The Elf began to choke but said west side near temple and he snapped her neck and all of a sudden a Cult of the damned appeared out of nowhere and took them to naxxramas for ‘uses’.
Dradon continued to the western side of the city and then strangled a small child to know where from there the two lived. After getting what he need he rot the child from inside out and was later taken for ‘training’ for the lich king.
He arrived at there home in darnassuss and burst through the entrance. When she turned to see that her son, her dead son was there looking at her with those cold dead eyes.
She dropped her globe of glass and said “dra..dra..dradon” she fell to the floor in shock she continued “you..you...your dead ....your dead i saw you you couldn’t have survived that.” He responded coldly “but i am dead” he removed the chest piece of his armour to reveal the wound that killed.
Theadrean, having heard the crashing of the globe rushed down to the bottom floor and saw in horror his son, his dead son. He said to his son “dradon. .....no you are not my son. You have shell of my son but he died at hyjal. He died honourably” dradon cackled “did she not tell you......i fled from that battle.....i died abandoning my duty” he responded “LIAR!” dradon simply “fine die believing her lie”
Theadrean remained defiant in the face of death. He said “I will not die tonight and neither shall silvana” Theadrean charged dradon hoping to strike first but without remorse without hesitation and without humanity he stabbed his massive runeblade into his father and laughed.
Silvana kneeled up and screamed “thea...nooo” he looked to her former son and said “why dradon why he was your father dradon...how could you” Dradon walked up to her mother and said “because its my ‘duty’ before he began strangling his mother with one hand.
As she struggled to breath she squeezed a few words “no.......son.....please”. as she died she said three more word “let.....him...live...” He went up the stairs and found a man hiding he took hold of his blade placed it along the mans throat and said “who are you?” he responded incredibly quickly “Im Sareni, Ameilia old lover.” He quickly and angrily slashed the mans throat. He waited and waited as he gagged on his own blood and then started obliterating the corpse hacking constantly at it so he could be used as a ghoul.
He’d returned to naxxramas and was re-assigned to acherus to further training.
He’d become a monster and he didn’t care.
==Dradon - Reborn Chapter 6 - ==
==Epilogue﻿==
==Notes==
I am aware of my poor grammer, sue me and this is incomplete so i will be adding additions over time﻿
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