Warcraft Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodstained Shadows - Chronicles of a Lost Soul ❯ Frozen Hearts - Prologue ( Chapter 45 )

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By: Calystea
After the battle of Light's Hope our protagonist breaks free from the bond of the Lich King.
He rejects any affliliation to Horde or Alliance and instead chooses the life of a lone wolf only bowing to one more person other than himself.
His existence is affeced by feelings of remorse, the lust for revenge, rage and insanity, or at least he tries to talk himself into believing that he is insane.
A new possibility to sooth his thirst for revenge will be offered to him, ultimately leading him to the frozen heart of Icecrown, pursuing his own history.

*This is the final Part of 'Bloodstained Shadows - Chronicles of a lost Soul', followed by a short Epilogue of the Story*

Non Anime: Warcraft Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 151 | Status: Completed

Frozen Hearts
 
 
Prologue
 
 
A cold wind is carried into the city of Dalaran.
The sky shines in a light reddish grey on this afternoon only broken up by a few clouds up high.
You can hear how the old mages command their apprentices to train and study.
`You are doing fine with fire magic but you also need to practice your frostbolts, Siiri. Skilled mages have to be sufficiently trained in every aspect of magic. You have to be prepared properly for combat.', the archmage speaks to the aspiring young woman.
The Violet Citadel behind them forms the heart of the city of magic. This central fortress of Dalaran houses various things, the Eye of Dalaran that is kept in the Arcane Vault; the Chamber of Air as well as the library of the Kirin Tor.
The Citadel is also meeting place of the Council of Six, six powerful and wise mages that form the leadership of Dalaran and its lands. Once their identities remained a secret for everybody, but these times have changed as some of them openly called out to be of the Council.
Four people are currently in the lower halls.
Rhonin Redhair, current leader of the Kirin Tor, is standing next to his wife Vereesa Windrunner.
She is a proud highelven woman with long silver hair, the sister of Sylvanas Windrunner known as the Banshee Queen. Although not a member of the Council, she is the leader of the Silver Covenant.
The other two people in this room are archmage Modera, one of the two surviving members of the Six of the Second War era and archmage Aethas Sunreaver, the blood elf that grants the members of the Horde sanctuary in Dalaran.
No one except for these four people could tell who or where the other three members of the Council are, but most likely not even they know their whereabouts.
The meeting today refers to various things. Recently the ruins of an old titan facility were discovered in the north of the Stormpeaks, a massif in the snow-covered north-east of Northrend. The mages of the Kirin Tor are alarmed because it seems one of the five old goods makes his move from there.
It is said that these hideous creatures once ruled over the whole of Azeroth long before the Titans brought order to this world. They were parasites dwelling on the elementals roaming the planets surface. Then they were banished down into the depths of the earth, imprisoned into the heart of the planet. It is said that they could still influence the life of this world but had not enough power to cause any more damage. Yet it seems their shackles are loosening a bit with every day that passes.
There is only few evidence that creatures as these old gods really exist, many think of them only as a myth, a legend, a fairy tale to scare the children at most. Yet the Kirin Tor have reason to be concerned.
The Lich King is also taking action again after the events in the eastern plaguelands. His armies are preparing to move out.
Dalaran was always a private function, looking at strangers with distrust, not letting them stay in their city for long or not even letting them enter at all. But many things have changed in the past months.
The streets are busy, people of all races are everywhere, from small gnomish warriors up to tall tauren shamans. The variety is incredible.
The Alliance as well as the Horde are guests in the city of the Kirin Tor in this time of need.
Not long ago Dalaran had been moved by some of the strongest magic their archmages could provide..
Once it lay in a green valley to the south of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and to the west of the Alterac mountains, now it floats high above the Crystalsong Forest in the middle of the Northrend continent.
From the towers of Dalaran you can see far into the frozen heart of Icecrown, to the towers and gates made of pure Saronite, winding through the valleys of carved out ice and stone.
The village of Ymirheim is located in the centre of this broken up land. It is the home of the strongest ymirjar serving Arthas. They are a Nordic race of humans, always ready to fight for their strength and pride. They challenge each other and fight till death for their dark lord. They want to be blessed with strength and immortality. The ones that prove worthy and victorious are allowed to live in the centre of Icecrown, close to their master. The losers on the other hand are revived by the Val'kyr and become nothing more than mindless slaves of the Lich King.
In the far west there lies the Fleshwerks, as the area is called. There the flesh giants and abominations are created to enrich the undead army.
And finally, directly to the west, the Icecrown Citadel lies at close quarters to Dalaran.
It is the large stronghold of the Lich King, built around the Frozen Thrown where once the armour of the tormented soul of Ner'zhul was placed in a block of ice as hard as diamonds..., the armour Arthas is now wearing.
No one knows what horrors dwell inside the black walls of the Citadel.
All that is known is that Arthas has his lieutenants and strongest minions near by his side.
The lesser minions roam the valleys below the unholy stronghold. There are hundreds of thousands of them, the moaning of the ghouls filling the air.
There are two known entrances into the Citadel. One is in Icecrown, heavily guarded you can approach it from the north. The other one is a gate at the border of Dragonblight, know as Wrathgate. At night you can hear screams coming from the depths of what might lie beyond it.
Forces of the Alliance as well as the Horde are positioned directly in front of it, laying siege to it.
Well prepared to face everything that could come out of it.
Well prepared to face despair itself.
Well prepared to face death.