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What? What do you mean you wont take a child into incredible danger?
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    • What? What do you mean you won't take a child into incredible danger?



    "You can't come with us" Malfurion repeated, as he sat down on a tree root, Illidan stood off to the side, tracing shapes into the dirt with a stick, and Tyrande stood looking over his shoulder.


    "Why not?" I scowled at him, though considering my face was entirely concealed by helmet it wasn't doing me that much good. "I'm the best mage here" Illidan twitched "I know more about the Demons than any of you".


    "You're a child, its not safe". Malfurion sighed and ran his hand through his green beard. "You keep saying that!" This had been going on for a while, me offering intelligent arguments, and Malfurion just constantly saying- "and it hasn't changed since the last time". That.


    "That didn't seem to matter ten minutes ago' I muttered quietly to myself, but judging by how all three of them flinched, it wasn't quiet enough.


    "I regret our actions Kaezar, and I promise that one day I will make it up to you, but I will not make it up to you by dragging into danger!" Malfurion stood suddenly, crossing his arms, mouth pressing into a hard line.


    "Where would I even go? If you haven't noticed every where is on fire, infested by demons, or both!" I glared at Malfurion, not giving an inch.


    "He's right, Malfurion" Tyrande spoke up suddenly, moving away from Illidan towards us. "He can't stay here, we have no idea if we could make it back here before the Demons got here, and we cant just send him away blindly to shelter, he might not make it" I graciously ignored the slight against my survival skills and smiled at Tyrande who, for all she was a lazy priest who had some higher entity do all the legwork for her, wasn't so bad.

    Malfurion sighed "Fine, but the second we find somewhere safe for him he will be staying there". He sat back down and began playing with a bird that had landed on his shoulder.


    "Well, I'm glad that's settled". I meandered away from trio, grabbing at rocks with a quick pulse of arcane power, levitating them around in different patterns, and occasionally crushing them together to amuse myself.


    "When is Cenarius going to be back?" I heard Illidan ask. "We can't stay in the same place for too long, the Demons could reach us any moment'. I turned around to see Illidan pacing around the edge of the glade, looking deeply into the tree-line and saw Malfurion walking over to him.


    "Not too long Brother, he's most likely just gone to inform the forest guardians of his departure". Malfurions arm came up to rest on Illidan's back and he began leading him towards four chair shaped roots that Tyrande was sitting at.


    "Kaezar, please come sit down, if you are to join us then we should discuss the threats we will be facing on our journey". Malfurion beckoned me over and gestured to one of the root chairs.


    I wandered over to the chair, and tested how comfortable it was with my hand, before sighing and conjuring myself a chair to sit on, flopping down on the chair bonelessly. "Well, what do we need to talk about?" I tilted my head back, looking at the eerily green stars above. Wait stars aren't gre- "INFERNALS INCOMING!"


    I sprung out of my chair, and began tracing patterns in my mind, taking my time to create a more powerful spell while waiting for the Infernals to get close. "Wait what are Infernals?" I heard Illidan exclaim "OH THE BIG GREEN ONES!", I felt a flash of arcane magic as Illidan prepared his own spells.


    "Cenarius shouldn't be too far away, we only need to hold them off until he arrives". I saw Malfurion shift in the corner of my eye, becoming a truly gargantuan bear, and felt my bones rattle as he gave off an earth-shattering roar, that while intimidating, was slightly sullied by the fact that an infernal smashed into his face mid-roar.


    "Malfurion!" My eyes snapped over to Tyrande, just in time to catch her fully draw her bow and fire in one smooth movement, the arrow burying itself deeply into the Infernals Shoulder before exploding in a flash of holy light, causing the Infernal to go out.


    I looked away, satisfied that the people around me weren't completely incapable of keeping themselves safe, and looked for where the next infernal would land. I caught sight of an infernal just as it landed, and before it could uncurl I filled the pattern in my mind with mana and unleashed a bolt of frost, angling it so it would hit the Infernals head as it uncurled.

    I didn't even wait to see the results of my spell, catching sight of an Infernal completely unfurled I twisted on the ball of my foot and blinked to the side of the construct. I traced two telekinesis spells simultaneously and grabbed hold of the infernal, I twisted both spells in opposite directions before wrenching them apart. I flug one part of the bisected infernal core at an infernal that was preparing to attack Illidan while he was distracted, and I brought the other one up to orbit around me, the massive rock larger than I was. I spun back around, absently noting that the infernal hit by my initial spell had been almost completely obliterated, tracing a pattern for a pure arcane blast looking for a target.


    I didn't have to wait long, noticing an infernal charging towards Malfurion, as he was preoccupied with two larger than average constructs. Blinking forward I unleashed my arcane blast into the Infernals back, then slammed the Infernal core circling me through the back of the infernal, twisting it with all of my power when it was wedged itself firmly inside, forcing parting the two sides apart violently, and causing the Infernal to dim.


    "LEAVE MY FOREST FOUL CREATURES!" a wave of nature magic exploded from the side of the glade, the sheer power of it causing my knees to buckle and I braced myself on the body of the infernal I had just destroyed. I glanced at the nearest Infernal and watched as a fully-grown tree burst up around the construct, encasing it utterly. The tree continued to grow, twisting into the shape of massive Treants, my eyes widened surely he couldn't jus- "RISE PROTECTORS OF THE FOREST, IN LIFE YOU DEFILED THESE FORESTS, IN REBIRTH YOU WILL BE THEIR GREATEST DEFENDERS". The massive tree's groaned, its eyes lighting up with an amber light. My eyes widened, how powerful was Cenarius really?


    "Thero'shan! We are leaving". Cenarius turned quickly, walking out the glade at a brisk pace. Malfurion untransformed and jogged after Cenarius. I tried to exchange a glance with my other two travelling companions, unfortunately both had also darted off into the forest.

    "Seriously? Nobody else Is going to comment on what just happened?" I gesticulated wildly at the dozens of newly created lives.


    "You should follow them quickly Young on- ". "YOU ARE LITERALLY MINUTES OLD TREE! YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME YOUNG!" I interrupted the Tree, glaring fiercely at it.

    "I might be minutes old, which is young in your people's eyes, but I am also the oldest of my species, and so I am an old wise tree from my species point of view" the tree rumbled incoherently, breaking my glare away from the unintelligent tree, I blinked in the direction of where the others left, breaking into a light run to catch up.

    "Stupid trees and their stupid points of view that's not how time works, why could they even talk they were literally just made" I grumbled to myself, blinking again to close the distance between me and the rest of my traveling companions.


    "Nice of you to join us Young One, I was almost about to send Tyrande to fetch you". Cenarius rumbled, looking like he was just taking a brisk walk. Unfortunately for me, a brisk walk from a four-legged 15-foot demi-God covered a lot of ground very quickly, and I had to nearly run to keep up.

    "Where are we heading first Lord Cenarius" Tyrande, compared was having a much easier time of keeping up with the Demi-god only breaking into a graceful light jog.


    "We are headed for Wyrmpeak, there we will find Alexstraza, with her and the other Dragonflights help we will cast this invasion back". I stumbled slightly, and felt my eyes widen.


    "Would Malygos be there?" I burst out, louder than I intended, but who could blame me? I might have been able to meet the Aspect of Magic himself! Malygos the Spellweaver! It is said that with a single gesture he could destroy an entire army, with a word he could freeze an ocean, and with a thought he could crush a mountain! The opportunity to even talk to him was perhaps the greatest I'd ever receive.


    "It is unlikely that he would be at Wyrmpeak itself, but Alexstraza would most likely request all the aspects presence once we have convinced her of the threat". Cenarius twisted himself around, and smiled down at my blink afterimage.

    "Hurry up then! The more time we waste the more Azeroth and her people burn!" I broke into a sprint in the vague direction we were moving before, tracing a complex pattern to ensure that I wouldn't run out of breath, and wouldn't get tired as quickly.


    "CHILD! ITS NORTH-WEST NOT NORTH EAST!" I blink forward, modifying the pattern so that I would be facing more to the right when it finished.

    Afterall, slightly turning myself physically would slow me down slightly now wouldn't it?

    A/N So I will admit I've fiddled with the power levels a bit, and the first demonstration of that is Cenarius literally making an entirely new race of creatures using the still living bodies of lifeless fel-constructs, DW the BC have a bunch of guys who also punch really hard, and the legion is practically limitless (also their basic soldiers absolutely tear normal mortals in half)

    Also, because of how confusing War of the ancient lore is in regarding Malfurion being taught by Cenarius (in the legion cutscene where Illidan asks to learn he is told to learn from Malfurion, who at that point shouldnt of been capable of teaching him at all since he hadnt even asked for lessons yet) So I've bypassed all that by saying that Malfurion had been taught for a long time before that, not that it ultimately mattered, because Illidan felt too awkward about ask a Demi-God who he just saw torture a kid for lessons.
     
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    Any chance illidan going to refine his arcane usage in response.
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    No. At least not in the original story. Illidan is obsessed with the Arcane and to him using more is always better. He is also very arrogant and there is at least one instance where people even die because Illidan is such an Arcane addict that he forces everyone to give up control over their mana pools to him, which while it did make him much more powerful, it was also wasteful and ineffective. illidan is also fascinated with the demons' ability to use raw arcane energies directly and without any calculations. There is really no way around this. Illidan is an Arcane addict.
     
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    Journey to Wyrmpeak, or hurry up Illidan we don't need sleep!
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    • The journey to Wyrmpeak, or hurry up Illidan we don't need sleep!


    Unfortunately for me, despite having the ability to run for days on end I didn't have companions who could run for days on end, and so when I collapsed late at night while running, and almost instantly fell asleep it was really me being considerate for my companions.

    "We have made good time if we keep this pace we'll be at Wyrmpeak within the week". I rolled onto my back and saw Cenarius fold his legs underneath him and felt a wave of nature magic that caused a tree to burst out from the ground, it was a low strange tree, it only had four branches and it had thick leafs that curled out from branches creating a cocoon like shape. "Sleep mortals, the tree will keep you warm, and hide you from the demon's sight". I saw Cenarius rise and walk away, disappearing into the surrounding trees.


    I crawled underneath one of the branches, smoothening out the ground underneath it with a quick burst of arcane magic, before raising a careful mound of dirt to act as a pillow. I curled up and drifted off to slee- "Kaezar, what were you doing so far from Zin-Azshari? Actually, what were you doing so far from civilization in general? You were hundreds of kilometres from the nearest town when we…" Tyrande trailed off briefly, audibly searching for words 'when we found you". She finished lamely. By the well of eternity why is she talking to me while I'm trying to sleep!


    "Teleported from Zin-Azshari, you know the thing that happens all the time?" I mumbled out, snuggling deeper inside the surprisingly warm leaf cacoon.


    "That explains why you aren't in Zin-Azshari, but that doesn't explain why you outside of civilizationm teleportation spells all go to civilization centres why did you leave the one you went to?" Illidan chipped, and my jaw clenched as I was pulled further and further away from sleeps embrace.

    "Not if you take the locator pattern out". I loosened my jaw and rolled onto my back, giving up trying to sleep for the time being.


    "Is that not dangerous? I'll admit I don't know much about the arcane, but I know that teleportation spells are incredibly delicate" Tyrande's voice continued to grate on my unconscious, and I heard Illidan hum.


    "Inconceivably dangerous, the location patterns are inherently tied to the separator patterns… and without those you have nothing separating you from the inbetween… you'd be exposed to pure void, it would send you mad!" Illidan's voice rose in pitch with as he realised just how dangerous what I did would be for a lesser mage.


    I hear shuffling, and suddenly my vision was filled by Illidan's face frowning down at me, his hand holding the top of my sleeping bag leaf up. "Kaezar what made you think removing the location patterns were in any way a good idea?" Is he seriously going to try and lecture me about proper arcane usage?



    "Didn't have much choice, you know, it was either that or face the Doomguard and the city full of angry Quel'Dorei mages, and I'm good but honestly that's a fair bit beyond my abilities". I scowled up at him, glaring into his amber eyes and was suddenly struck with the urge to burn them out of his eye sockets, and for a moment sympathise with Sargeras


    "Doomguard? That's what you're calling them? What are you a hundred?" Illidan shakes his head slightly, eyebrows furrowing "Never mind not important what was that about a city of angry Quel'Dorei Mages? What did you do?" Illidan's facial features loosen, reshaping into a neutral look, but his lips pressed together into a thin line, and his eyes sharped.


    "That is their name, I didn't choose, they did get off my back". I rolled my eyes, and brought my hand up to scratch at my cheek "I told you, didn't I? During the whole Cenarius 'interrogation'" I took my hand of my cheek, using it to form quotation marks "I killed a Pitlord, thought that we were being invaded or something" I smirk lightly "they didn't like that, for obvious reasons, and tried to take my head, hence the city of angry Quel'Dorei mages". I pulled on one of the sleeping bag leafs pulling it further under my body.


    "You survived as an enemy in Xin-Ashari for long enough to get off a mangled teleport spell?" Illidan's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open "How? Was it your armour? Why didn't someone stop your teleport!" he shot off rapidly, getting louder and quicker as he continued.


    "Illidan leave the poor kid alone, he's had a… A long day. We all have, lets just get to sleep okay?" Tyrande interrupted, and Illidan glanced away, blushing. He dropped the top of my leaf, and I heard scuffing of the ground as he moved away, and I left out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight Kaezar, may Elune watch over your dreams". I rolled my eyes, and turned on my side, oddly comfortable in the strange natural sleeping bag I was cocooned in, and I felt myself drifting quickly off to sleep.

    However, that was interrupted when Malfurion started snoring, loudly, very, very loudly.

    So I sighed, gritted my teeth and did what any reasonable person would do.


    I cast an arcane mute on my ears, After all I wasn't a sociopath or anything.


    A/N so, kind of a short one, but wanted at least one scene where the characters are just sitting around doing nothing before we hit Wyrmpeak, and honestly I got really caught up in doing 2v2 arena with a mate which has been going really well (we broke 1.3k in our first run, and the only thing holding us back at this point is the fact that we don't really have the Ilvl to put some people down, and we are a bit uncoordinated on the healer stunlock) oh well, more action in the next chapter, as well as plot progression
     
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    • Ambush! or Kaezar stop constantly using arcane magic the infernals are getting annoying!
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    • Ambush! Or Kaezar stop constantly using arcane magic the infernals are getting annoying!


    The journey to Wyrmpeak was mostly uneventful, aside from the whole constant barrage of infernals. I had no idea how they kept finding us, but it seemed like every twenty minutes another volley of dozens of infernals would crash down around us, and we would go through the motions of waiting to fight while we waited for the literal demigod to decide he wants to kill them all now.


    In fact we were in the process of waiting for that very moment right now. Blinking between two infernals I grabbed telekinetically grabbed Malfurion, pulling him from out between three infernals, and using his massive bear body to smash the infernal next to me, before calmly setting him down on top of the infernals trashed corpse.

    "I appreciate the save, but could you not use me as a club next time". He's surprisingly coherent for a bear that just went head first into a Fel-powered Golem, I mused twisting on the balls of my feet and unleashing a blast of water that pushed the other Infernal into another infernal. I heard him sigh, the sound utterly mangled by his animal lungs and mutter "why do I even try, he ignored me the last two time". I did not smirk to myself, after all I had nothing to be angry about since a mage of my calibre would never stuff up the timer on his mute spell not once, but twice and be woken up bot times by the nightmare inducing sounds of the Archsnorer. So clearly when I pulled him out of danger and he hit things on his way out it was an accident, and I had no time to acknowledge it in this chaotic melee.

    I blinked away from Malfurions massive Bear form, appearing next to Tyrande, who for some reason had seemingly commandeered an infernal's shoulder to brutally murder its compatriots untop of with light infused arrows. Casting featherfall while I casted a curious glance at the oddly docile Infernal. I noticed that it wasn't empowered by fel magic, but was being crudely puppeted through arcane telekinesis, and I let my unimpressed gaze wander over to Illidan, who was standing next to contemplative Cenarius. I blinked over to them, and unleashed a hailstorm of arcane blasts towards five uncurling infernals.


    "Well, Mr Demigod are we going to stay here playing a zero stakes game for the rest of the day, or are we going to move on?" Cenarius remained still for a time, before craning his neck towards me looking at me up and down.

    "Child, how are you capable of running for so long in your armour" his voice lacked its usual booming quality, sounding confused, as if he had the answer to something on the tip of his tongue but couldn't quite figure it out.

    I fiddled with my Titansteel helmet, playing with the rounded tip of the faceguards chin. "Arcane enhancement obviously, I have a pattern that instantly refills my lungs with oxygen, and another that pumps my blood faster and one that take the wa-" his hand waved in front of my face and I instinctively smacked it with a mild shock spell, it obviously did nothing.

    "So you are constantly using arcane magic then" Cenarius frowned down at me, and I saw his arm come to rest on the transition of his humanoid body and his deer body.

    "Well, yeah? I'm a mage, what else am I supposed to do?" I rolled my eyes up at him, unaffected by his stern mother routine.

    "WHY HAVE YOU TWO STOPPED FIGHTING!" I heard Malfurion yell, and with a quick glance over I noticed his ripping the arm off an infernal with his teeth, leaving me very confused as to how he spoke so clearly.

    "Arcane, like the arcane that comes from the Well of Eternity, the Well that the Demons control, and can probably track us with". Cenarius continued, and as I turned back to him I felt a wave of nature magic burst out from him. Before I could even centre my gaze on Cenarius again I saw Infernals being encased in viciously thorned roots.

    "You can't prove that. Maybe they're tracking you by demigodly energy". I snapped out, crossing my arms, and squaring my feet. However when Cenarius just continued to stare at me unimpressed I blushed and continued in a smaller voice "it's not a very high chance they're doing it but it's still a chance…"

    "Child you are banned from using the arcane unless either sufficient wards are set up, or we are fighting, these ceaseless interruptions delay us by too much". My mouth fell open, What! But arcane is my very life blood, its intrinsic to my very being! That was like asking Illidan to chop of his hand, or Tyrande to abandon the light, or Malfurion carve out his clearly malfunctioning respiratory system!


    "But… but what about Illidan!" I gestured at Illidan wildly, as he continued controlling the now ripped to shreds infernal for Tyrande.

    "Hey leave me out of this!" Illidan bit at me, briefly flicking a glare my way.

    Cenarius's second hand came up to rest on his human deer transition. "Illidan doesn't use magic outside of combat, and so he doesn't compromise our location" I opened my mouth to correct him, after all Illidan had been consistently purging leafs and twigs from his hair while we were running "Enough Kaezar". The use of my name stunned me, and I wracked my brain to think if he had ever used anything but child, or mortal "you will cease using the arcane, or you will be left behind!" my jaw clenched, my eye narrowed, and I felt a cold fury settle itself into my chest.

    I let out a deep sigh, and turned away from the arrogant demigod, looking at the utterly annihilated infernal barrage, their once mighty body's torn asunder by viciously powerful roots, and their wickedly sharp thorns.

    "How will I keep up" I almost spat out through gritted teeth, kicking a unpowered infernals head and keeping my blazingly furious eyes rooted on the ground.

    "You will ride on Malfurions back, it's about time I taught him how to become closer to the Emerald Dreams Ideal of Travel". He made a beckoning gesture at Malfurion "Thero'shan, come I will teach you this quickly". The Demigod turned sharply, leaving the battle-made clearing into thicker forests, and Malfurion followed after a brief glance at me.


    I stayed rooted in place, How dare he? To tell me to not use the Arcane as if… as if he had any right at all! First he tortured me before even confirming if I was an enemy, then he destroyed the enchantments protecting my helmet and now, he thinks he can just tell me what to do! "Kaezar, he's… he's right you know, the Legion is most likely tracking you through your magic. You said it yourself Sargeras discovered Azeroth because of the Highborn messing with the Well of Eternity" Tyrande's voice was soft, and her words reasonable, but despite that they infuriated me, and I felt my hand clench into a fist.

    "Tyrande, back away from him" I heard Illidan caution her distantly, barely audible over the blood pounding between my ears. I felt arcane energy twist itself around me reacting to my rage, its ebb and flow comforting, this is what he wanted me to stop using? This companion of my youth? The only companion who has never left me.

    I felt my hair raise, as if an electric shock jolted through me as my thoughts spiralled around the audacity of Cenarius's demand of demanding that me, a Quel'Dorei, a highborn of the Kal'dorei empire that stretched from one corner of Kalimdor to another, give up his birthright, to give up my birthright!

    I felt the pressure inside me disappear, and abruptly calmed. Fine then, I was a grown man, I could take it for a week, I kept breathing deep breaths, getting calmer and calmer, until I abruptly shredded the nature magic that had settled on my mind, and the anger from before crashed back through me.

    I raised my eyes, glaring at up the emerald orbs of Cenarius, who gazed at me disapprovingly, and felt the magic that I had just shredded settle back underneath his skin.

    "This is why I banned you from magic child! Even the prospect of it being taken from you sends you into a spiralling temper tantrum!" his voice boomed with the force of a thousand enraged animals "Your constant use of it delays us and endangers yourself! You will stop using it, or you will not travel with us to Wyrmpeak!" Cenarius seemed to grow larger as he spoke, he already stood at more than twice my height, but now it appeared as if he was thrice it, and his eyes darkened going from the bright emerald of a fresh summers glade to a harsher more savage green, with a kaleidoscope of different coloured flecks more akin to an untamed forest teeming with deadly animals. I felt my heart racing, my anger fleeing before the wrath of a God.

    "O-… okay". I stuttered out, utterly frozen underneath his glare. "I won't use magic until we reach Wrympeak" I felt my knee's buckle under an unseen pressure, and when Cenarius turned away, I fell to the floor gasping for breath.

    "Malfurion has taken the first steps to becoming one with the Emerald Dreams Ideal of Travel, and he will soon be ready to carry you to Wyrmpeak". I barely registered Cenarius's words, remaining bent on the ground struggling for breath, until I felt a large warm hand come to rest on my back, it was Malfurion.

    "Shan'do is… he is hard, and quick to enforce his will, but he fears for this world, what you told him has left him deeply troubled". I felt him try to slowly pull me up, and I went along with it boneless. "Please do not judge him doing what he thinks is best for us". His words didn't comfort me, or at least they didn't comfort me much, but I could tell that he was trying and that for what ever strange reason brought me comfort.

    "Come Kaezar, we must get going before we are attacked again". The hand left my back, and suddenly there was a Stag, Kal'Dorei forest markings decorating its body.

    I climbed onto his back without a word, and took a firm hold of his thick fur, and buried my face into his back, and tried to ignore the sobs wracking my body.

    After all, Quel'Dorei don't cry.

    A/N So, MC gets told he can't use magic, has a tantrum has a Demi-god bitch slap him with nothing but his presence, and then breaks down in tears. because in the course of a week he witnessed his people dooming his world, been forced through what is in that world considered torture, (the silence placed upon him by someone who holds Elunes direct favour, and Cenarius's divine demand was literally tearing him apart from his voice box out.) forced through a night of no sleep, and then told he can no longer use the only thing that makes him particularly special while also being forced to submit underneath a Demi-gods presence. Understandably, as someone who's the mental equivalent of a 14 year old he's a bit of a mess right now.


    Now, don't judge Cenarius too harshly, he was literally told the person who killed the guys who made his Mum (Wild God's are weird, because Elune birthed him, but he considers Ysera his mum) has come to Azeroth to kill everything, at the head of an army of the Titans greatest enemies, and only got here via tracking the Well of eternity. He is really scared for Azeroth.


    Also don't judge Malfurion for being socially incompetent with Kaezar, he really *really* respects Cenarius, and while he doesn't understand why he did what he did, he thinks Cenarius is doing what he thinks is best, even if he isn't entirely enthused about his actions.
     
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    • Is cenarius ever going to get his idiocy unfucked this go around, since he enabled the stupidity of the original timeline so much?
    Malfurion: "Hey kid! How dare you disagree with my sensei?! Just because you witnessed your entire civilization start burning to the ground and are almost sure everyone you know, love, or cherished are being murdered in horrible ways, gives you no right to think you know anything."
     
    Unless there is some kind of super important thing you can influence at wyrmpeak, you the little child elf that no one listens to or takes seriously, then you really should have bailed on their stupid asses.
     
    especially since no one until now told him that he was as easy to find as China with a GPS for the demon's.
     
    Wyrmpeak, or Kaezar stay outside!
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    • its a bird no its a plane! no its a chapter that is something like quadruple the normal length!

    Wyrmpeak, or Kaezar stay outside!


    The Infernals continued to attack us for much of the rest of the day, but as we moved out the next day, the attacks had far more delay in between them, and in fewer numbers. The attacks continued to slow as we approached Wyrmrest, and the last attack happened only two days away from Wyrmpeak.

    I didn't speak much with the others during the journey, despite Tyrande's efforts to make conversation with me, even in combat I restrained myself, usually just quietly blasting Infernals apart some distance away from the main group. I could see that my silence troubled the others, or perhaps it was the way I hunched in on myself whenever we were stopped, I cannot honestly say, but I can say that by the time we reached Wyrmpeak the other three mortals stole concerned glances at me whenever they thought I wasn't looking, they weren't very subtle.


    But not even my sullen disposition could resist the magnificent sight of Wyrmpeak. It was the largest mountain I had ever seen, with graceful natural arch's which connected large swaths of floating land. the greatest sight of them all was the veritable swarm of red dragons, that flittered about the mountain, from whelps to drakes to full on dragons, and even a mighty Wyrm its red scales resplendent , and wings larger than even the greatest Kal'Dorei warship. It was in short, the most magnificent thing I had ever seen, far beyond the grandeur of Xin'ashari, or the beauty of Suramar and I couldn't keep my eyes from moving, desperate to take every aspect of it in.


    "Wyrmpeak, the Dragon-Queens lair, the beating heart of the red dragon fight" Cenarius's voice broke me from my awe filled sight gazing, the boom of it causing me to flinch instinctively, and my head lowered once more staring sightlessly at Malfurions back. "Move quickly, if we have past the magic hiding it from sight, then we are a scant hour from its base". I felt Malfurion begin to sprint underneath me, nature magic empowering him, making him far faster than he had ever run carrying me.

    As we grew closer and closer to Wyrmpeak, I began hearing the beating of wings, and when I glanced up I saw a group of five Red Dragons flying overhead, circling overhead, and a sixth who had begun descending rapidly, it flared its ruby wings, the beige wing membranes flexing from the wind, and it landed heavily.


    "Who approaches the Dragon Queens nest?" the Dragons masculine voice was suffused with magic, akin to both nature magic and arcane, but less focused than the former and more… personal than the later, the magic sat in the air it was not welcoming nor was it hostile.

    I craned my head up, the dragon towering over every member of our party, almost twice as tall as Cenarius, and I couldn't help but compare it to the buildings in Xin'ashari, and realised that it would stand eye level with all but the tallest of buildings.

    "I, Cenarius, son of Ysera, approach Wyrmpeak with grim tidings for the Dragon Queen, Azeroth itself is under siege, and Azeroth needs the aid of its greatest protectors if it is to survive". Cenarius's voice lacked much of its usual volume, his tone the most respectful that I had heard out of him in the week I had known him.

    "Come then Child of the Emerald dreamer, The Lifebinder expects you, she has felt a dark presence fall over Azeroth". The dragon turned around, and bent his hind legs "Come, fly upon my back, I will take you and your companions to the entrance of Wyrmpeak". I slid off the back of Malfurion, and walked up the dragons massive back, and I when I came to a stop just above the Dragons wing, I felt the odd magic once more, and knew more than felt that I would not slip off the back of the dragon. I watched carefully as Cenarius walked past me, coming to a stop just before the dragon's neck, folding his legs underneath him.

    The dragon's wing beat powerfully, and with a surge of its strange magic it lifted into the sky, rising rapidly, joining the other five dragons in the sky in moments.

    It was my first time flying, never having bothered to use the Hippogryth's of the Kal'Dorei, preferring instead to teleport myself for long distance travel. It was… exhilarating, to put a word on it, utterly free of the world's grasp, only the powerful muscles and even more powerful magic of the dragon below us to keep us aloft. I, for the first time since I was been questioned by Cenarius, felt myself relaxing, letting myself go almost completely in the powerful flesh underneath me, and the mysterious magic around me.

    The previously hour long journey was reduced to only a few minutes, and too soon for my tastes we were at the foot of Wyrmpeak, and getting off the Dragon "I will go inform the queen of your arrival, please, enter when you see fit, you will not reach the top before I do". We were briefly buffeted by wind and he was back in the air ascending quickly to the peak.

    "It would be ill advised to keep the Dragon Queen waiting, come Malfurrion, Tyrande, Illidan. With haste we can ascend its steps within ten minutes". Cenarius began walked off swiftly, and we followed behind quickly, before he stopped. "I did not say you Kaezar, stay out here, lest you manage to offend The Lifebinder". I opened my mouth to protest, but Cenarius had already moved swiftly away. I saw Malfurrion exchange a strange glace with Illidan, but they followed along swiftly behind the Demigod, and Tyrande followed them after a brief glance at me.

    "Typical" I mumbled to myself, and I took a seat on a rock just outside the mountains entrance, and stared at the ground, wondering to myself how long I would be forced to wait.

    After staring at the ground for ten minutes, I felt a lightweight drape itself over my back, and froze not moving a muscle.

    I slowly left my hand, terrified about what was behind me, and felt what lay across my shoulders. It was definitely a dragon, but one far smaller than I was expecting, and I felt myself relax, confused as to why I was being so paranoid about beings who I knew to be protectors of life. The whelp underneath my hand shifted, its weight bunching on my right shoulder, and I felt it push off, tackling my hand and gripping it with surprising strength. I brought my hand back in front of my face, looking at the playful blue… whelp. My eyebrows furrowed, and my head tilted at the Whelp who had started happily biting ineffectively at my Titansteel gauntlet.

    "Now what's a blue whelp doing in the Red Dragonflights nesting grounds?" I brought my other hand up, scratching at the whelps back, who wriggled and flapped its wing at the stimulus. "Are you a foundling or something? Part of an evil Red dragon conspiracy to breed a new blue dragon flight to replace the old?" its pupilless amber eye seemed to flicker towards me, giving me what I could only call a flat look, surprising considering the Whelp was still happily chewing at my hand and wriggling its legs.

    I heard a chuckle behind me, and turned around to see an unnaturally tall and strikingly beautiful high elven woman approaching me "Nothing like that, young man, I had merely come to deliver the Lifebinder a message, and Cyanigosa decided to accompany me". Cyanigosa chirped around her metal chew toy, flapping her wings. "What is such an amusing mortal like you doing at the entrance to Alexstraza's Nest? Secret Red dragon breeding program to take over the Kal'Dorei Empire?" her voice was teasing, and suffused with pure arcane energy bristling with a deep well of power that outstripped both the dragon that took us here, and Cenarius, perhaps combined. I pulled my dragon-laden hand closer to my chest, and brought my right hand down across its back, petting it.

    "I uhh, I came in with Cenarius, to warm Alexstraza of the Burning crusade invading our world' The Transformed Blue Dragon's eyebrows furrowed, then she looked exaggeratedly side to side.

    "Cenarius huh? Where is Ysera's little project? Hiding behind a tree?" She smirked at me, and I felt myself blush and heard her chuckle "I'm just teasing you, I can feel him climbing the tower, that boy really does need to learn how to reign in his presence, why did he leave you outside?" her head tilted to the side, and I suddenly felt like an interesting specimen underneath a microscope.

    "I-er… I-um". I stuttered over my words "I don't know he just said stay out here and that I would offend the Dragon Queen, but he's always unreasonable". I got quicker and quicker "he banned me from using arcane four days ago because he said that the Legion was tracking us because of it but he didn't give a reason for it". I finished breathlessly, and glanced meekly up into her twinkling eyes

    "You? Offend Alexstraza? She'd be more likely to name you Spot and make you dress up" my face twisted downward into a frown, feeling my pride ache slightly "Why you don't look like you hurt a fly". My eyes flashed and my nostrils flared.

    "I am Kaezar Xanishar! I have slain Pit lords with a single spell! I have killed Doom guard with nothing but my wits and my magic!" my outburst came suddenly, and I felt Cyanigosa start in my arms at the sudden volume. I glared into the Blue dragons Pupilless blue eyes.

    "And fierce too, good I was growing bored with you just passively taking it". Her smile grew from a smug amused smirk into a challenging grin with far too many teeth "So you fancy yourself a mage? Taken down some foot soldiers of whatever monster of the week threatens Azeroth? Care to try your hand at a magic contest then? Yours against another's?" she kept eye contact with my glare staring challengingly down at me.


    "A magic contest against a you? A blue-" "I didn't say that it would be against me, now did I?" she cut me off, and she gestured at Cyanigosa in my arms "I meant you have a contest against Cyanigosa, unless of course you don't even think you could beat a Whelp" my jaw clenched and I glanced down at the whelp innocently chewing on my arm, there was no way that I would lose a that contest.


    "Fine then". I wetted my lips, suddenly eager to stretch my metaphorical magic limbs after nearly a week of spells that barely strained me "What are the contests?"

    The transformed dragon hummed, bending down and pulling Cyanigosa out of my grasp, tugging my gauntlet out of the whelp's mouth. "Three challenges, one of how much arcane power you can channel at the same time, the next" the dragon chuckled "will be a challenge of finesse, and the last will be a test of speed, that covers the first three principal aspects of spell slinging does it not?" She scratched behind Cyanigosa's ear, before releasing her, the whelp fluttering towards the ground. "Come on now darling, this contest will be easier to judge if you transform into an elf form" the whelp yawned, and with a flash of magic what looked like a sleepy looking bi-centennial Quel'Dorei girl was suddenly where Cyanigosa was.

    "Do I have to Mother? He gives such good back scratches, it would be a shame to humiliate him". I felt a rush of anger at that, but it was not the cold fury that Cenarius filled me with, it felt… more innocent, an annoyed anger than a hateful one, and even just feeling it brought a smile to my lips.

    "Oh? Scared? Cyanigosa afraid she'll lose the contest to a mere mortal? Is that why you don't want to compete?" I smiled mockingly at her, twisting my head like I saw her mother do when she was teasing me.

    "You think you have what it takes to beat me?" She crossed her arms, and glared up at me, and I took joy in the simple feeling of being taller than someone for the first time in a week. "I'll wipe the floor with you so bad that it would take Alexstraza herself to put you back together!"

    "Enough posturing you two, time to put your money where your mouth is". The woman smiled at us, amused. "We will begin with the Arcane channelling contest, both of you will channel as much arcane as you can, and who ever channels the most wins". She gestured at the two of us. "Well? Get a move on!"

    "How will you judge who has the most? How can I trust that you wouldn't just give Cyanigosa the win when I beat her?" I questioned the woman, wondering what magical artefact she had that could measure the amount of arcane someone could channel.

    "Are you saying I would lie mortal?" the air around me grew cold, and a hidden pressure placed itself firmly on my shoulders, not enough to force me anywhere but enough to let me know it was there. "Are you accusing me of being a liar?" the smile slid off her face and she glared down at me, the pressure mounting, the arcane power in her words felt like cool ice pricks of anger.

    "I'm sorry, I was just asking" I mumbled out curling in on myself, and I felt the pressure instantly lighten from my shoulders.

    Fingers cupped my chin guard, and the Blue dragon tilted my head up to look her in the eyes "I am a Wyrm of the Blue Dragon flight, my ability to sense magic is far beyond any artefact ever constructed, by mortal hands or otherwise". She smiled down at me, and I felt my heart rate calming, finding comfort in the soothing intent in the arcane within her words.

    "Mother, can we hurry this contest along! I want to prove I'm better than him!" The Blue Wyrm released my chin and chuckled.

    "Well you heard the young lady". She made a gesture and I took it as my que to start channelling mana.

    Gathering mana without a pattern to push it into, or at least being prepared to be pushed into was simultaneously harder and easier, it was easier to get it initially, but harder to keep, chaotic without the stabilizing presence of a pattern. But despite its difficulty it was child's play for someone of my skill, and I started quickly gathering mana at a rate that outstripped some fully grown Quel'Dorei battlemages, and counteracting its chaotic nature to force it to stay within me. Minutes passed, and the amount of mana inside me far outstripped the mana I used to obliterate the top half of Mannoroth, I wasn't far from the absolute maximum amount of mana I could channel at once, and I began to truly struggle with suppressing the mana's chaotic nature as well as gather more mana. I finally lost the fight, reaching the point where I couldn't gather any more without consequences, consequences that I wasn't willing to risk in a simple contest. I released all of the mana at once, blasting it harmlessly downwards, aligning it with earth magic at the same time to ensure that it was easily absorbed and dissipated, but as I forced it out I felt a powerful presence stop it, gathering it all up, and pulling it towards itself. I opened my eyes, blinking out the specs of flashing blue in them, and glanced over to where I felt the presence take the mana I had gathered, seeing two orbs together, one noticeably bigger than the other, not by much, but still observable with the naked eye.

    "Good thinking, turning it into earth magic before releasing it into the ground, with the amount you were gathering I was almost afraid that I would have to step in to stop anything dangerous from happening if you lost control, or released it recklessly". The Blue Wyrm looked impressed, slightly nodding her head. "I hope the method I came up with satisfies your sense of… fair judgement" she continued, impressed looked wiped away and becoming an amused smirk. "Unfortunately for you, Cyanigossa has channelled more magic than you have, and so she wins this part of our contest". I stared at the Cyanigosa's orb, sightly upset but I didn't blame myself for the lost overly much, afterall the Blue dragonflight was practiacally magic itself, channelling it was basically what they were made for, I would beat her in the other two contests.

    "Don't feel too bad Kaezar, I am after all just better" Cyanigosa smirked at me, looking much like her mother. "Don't worry I won't beat you in the other two too badly".

    "I hoped you can back up your words, Cyanigosa after all it wouldn't do for you to bring shame to your brood now would it". The woman ruffled Cyanigosa's already sleep-mussed hair and I watched her lean into it. "The next contest is a test of finesse, to see how well you can twist magic into what suits your needs".

    I felt a flash of arcane, and suddenly there was a pattern imprinted on my mind, impossibly complex, with delicate sloping curves, entwined three-dimensional loops, and finely spun tunnels, all interconnected, and I quickly realised that no matter what I did I wouldn't be able to construct that pattern and fill it with mana in my mind.

    "Of course, I don't expect you to expect you to get it exactly right, just get as close as you can, you have four minutes before I check" I heard her voice distantly, already focusing on constructing this impossibly complex pattern, intensely curious as to what sort of magic requires that level of complexity.

    I did not use the more complex shapes very often, relying on layering basic patterns together to reinforce each other in certain ways to create my desired effect. But I wasn't considered a prodigy for nothing and so I began simple, creating the basic outline of the entire pattern in my mind, forging the connections between each pattern early, before they became too delicate through modification. When I had the basic outline of the pattern created, I began modifying individual parts of the pattern, twisting and expanding parts, slicing and rearranging the pattern with painstaking care, until finally I was confident that I had gotten it as close as possible to the pattern inside my head, and began slowly filling it with mana. Taking great care not to overfill the pattern and potentially destroy part of it.

    I felt the Wyrms presence again, carefully extracting my pattern from my mind, and I opened my eyes to two patterns hanging in the air, identical from where I was standing, and my jaw clenched, a draw?
    The Wyrm chuckled "Oh Cyanigosa, it looks like I'm going to have to make you take some remedial pattern crafting lessons, a Blue Whelp sloppier than a mortal?" She chuckled, and suddenly the patterns exploded into detail, hundreds of different mistakes expanded for all to see, tunnels wound too tightly, curves too shallow or sharp, even focus fraying, where lack of concentration had cause the pattern to loose coherency in parts. I grinned, looking over at Cyanigosa's pattern, and counted her mistakes, one hundred and fourteen mistakes to one hundred and thirty, I had won decisively.

    I glance over at Cyanigosa, who caught my eyes with hers and shrugged "So the Elf has some skill and is lucky" she ran a hand through her still sleep mussed fringe "He still won't win this contest" She smirked at me, blue eyes a dance of different shades.

    "We'll see about that". I turned back my head back to the Blue Wrym and watched her flick her hand, two round disks of pure whtie ice appeared in mid-air several metres away, and a new pattern imprinted itself on my mind, an incredibly basic arcane missile, containing nothing but a shape to craft the mana into a bolt, and a shape to propel it forward.

    "The last contest is simple, whoever casts the most spells, and hits the target" she gave a flat look at Cyanigosa "in one minute wins, the disk will grow darker the more that it is struck". I played with the new pattern in my mind, testing how quickly I could form it, and how many I could form simultaneously, but I quickly noticed that it wouldn't scale well, and I wouldn't be able to form more than five simultaneously without losing more time then I would save. "If you are done playing with the spell, we can begin the contest without precasting spells" I blushed, and dismissed the patterns in my mind, letting the mana that I was filling them with dissipate harmlessly. "Good, Now begin on my count, three". I wetted my lips, and brought my hands up towards the icy disk "two". I took a deep breath "one".

    I began tracing patterns, and filling them, blasting out arcane bolts five at a time, each volley taking a fraction of a second to create, and the icy disk quickly darkened to a light grey. I forced myself to breath steadily, the barrage of spells wasn't straining, but as I focused more on spell slinging I found myself holding my breath. Soon however, the contest was over "Time!" I heard the Wyrm call out, and felt an anti-magic field fall over me, forcing me to stop casting. My disk was a dark grey an almost castle rock colour, and I stole a glance at Cyanigosa's, and hers was far darker, better described as black than as grey. "Cyanigosa wins this contest, and with it the contest two to one" the Blue Wyrm watched me impassively.

    I let out a sigh, and my shoulders dropped, I had lost. "Congratulations I guess". I sat back down on my log, and waited for them to leave. After all, they had just proven I was nothing special, nothing interesting, they would leave just like the rest.

    I went back to staring at the ground, glad, at the very least that I had the chance to stretch my arcane muscles before being forced back into not using it for who knows how long. I heard the fluttering of wings, and felt a weight settle across my shoulders. I my eyes widened, and I lifted my left hand up to my shoulder, and felt my hand get tackled. I straightened up, eyes still low to the ground, and brought a Whelp formed Cyanigosa down to my lap, and I began softly scratching her scaly back.

    "its impressive, you know", My head snapped up to the surprising sight of the Blue Wyrm standing only a few metres in front of me, and my head tilted to the side, confused. "A mortal capable of competing with a Blueflight dragon? Even just a whelp in a test of the arcane?" she walked closer, towering crouching before my sitting form "Impressive, especially when they themselves are just a whelp themselves" She pulled my helmet off my head and my eyes met hers. "I don't think I've ever seen that happen actually, I want to see what that kind of mortal could do with proper instruction". I stared confused into the Blue Wyrm blue eyes, distracted by how they shifted and moved into a thousand different shades. "And who better to give you such instruction than myself?" My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open wordlessly. "Well, Kaezar, would you like me to teach you? Would you become…" she paused, seemingly searching for words "Sindragosa's Thero'shan?" my eyes bulged at her name, Sindragosa? The great Wrym in front of me was Sindragosa herself!

    "Y-ye-yes Shan'do!" I spoke hurriedly, the opportunity was once in a life time, to learn at the foot of one of the oldest and greatest Blue Dragons on Azeroth, it was second only to being taught by Malygos himself!

    Sindragosa smiled down at me, and I saw her eyes flash, feeling both a burst of arcane, and a soft tracing along my face. I watched Sindragosa's face, seeing a tattoo much like the one I felt being traced on my face appear on hers, just below her eye, an incredibly complex pattern that was far beyond me, even further beyond me than the intricacy pattern test was.

    "Then, until the day you can successfully cast the spell upon your cheek, I will teach you all I know". Sindragosa straightened, and I felt Cyanigosa shift in my arms, curling in on herself, and I smiled.

    "Come, climb aboard" there was a flash of light, and feeling of thick arcane presence draped over me, Sindragosa had transformed. She was massive, almost half again the height of the dragon that flew us here, and I struggled to even think of a building that was taller than her. She was a deep blue, much darker than Cyanigosa was, with massive wings that looked large enough to completely encircle the Xin'Ashari palace. She was awe-inspiring. "We shall inform Cenarius of your new status, before we depart to the Nexus, I do not wish to delay showing you to my Dearest". I climb blinked aboard the dragon and sat just behind the Wyrms shoulders, Cyanigosa still in my arms.

    Sindragosa's wings extended and she took off with a massive flap, the sheer amount of force behind the flap forcing the trees around us to bend almost vertically. Sindragosa flew leisurely, looping around the mountain slowly and I watched as the Red dragons flying about swiftly moved out of her way, creating a respectful distance between them and her.

    We, despite the circular flight, reached the peak of the Mountain swiftly, barely taking two minutes in total. There was a massive hole at the peak of the mountain, carved in an impossibly perfect circle, and inside Cenarius was standing in front of a Dragon, gesturing wildly. Sindragosa chuckled "it seems Cenarius is having difficulty convincing the Dragon Queen, we will talk to him later, we must first speak to Alexstraza, it would be impolite to do anything else" We flew into the massive cavern, which seemed impossibly larger on the inside. Sindragosa set down on the ground with unreal lightness, and did not break her stride, continuing at the same pace on foot. She quickly came upon another entrance, and moved through it.

    The second I crossed the threshold of the entrance upon Sindragosa's back I felt an impossibly powerful presence, the power that its mere passive aura gave off dwarfed even Sindragosa's outburst. There was no mistaking it, this was the power of an Aspect. I looked around and saw almost nothing but resplendent ruby scales, even atop Sindragosa's gargantuan bulk I barely reached the top half of the Dragons body. I briefly wondered how the mountain even held such a massive creature, both in size and in weight.

    "Sindragosa? I thought you had already delivered you message? Surely you haven't managed to fly to the Nexus and back that swiftly?" Alexstraza's voice, if it wasn't described just as pure power, was Regal and motherly, but there was a hidden edge in it, beyond the power suffusing it, an edge that would warn even more powerful foes that she was not to be trifled with. "Who is the child with Cyanigosa in his arms? You didn't have an apprentice this morning" The weight of the Lifebinders attention felt like a warm homecooked meal, and amused chastisement, it was both comforting in its contents and terrifying in its vastness.

    Sindragosa chuckled. "No Alexstraza, I haven't even left for the Nexus yet, I stumbled upon one of Cenarius's mortals outside, and he amused me so much I just had to take him as an apprentice" Alexstraza shifted, powerful muscles beneath her scales rippling as she stretched.

    "And you came to introduce him?" The Aspect of Life sounded confused, tilting her head curiously at Sindragosa.

    "No, no, I am just here to ask for permission to speak with Cenarius before I whisk him away to the Nexus with me" Sindragosa made a shrugging motion rolling her shoulders "I think it is only polite after all".


    The Dragon Queen hummed, the sound rattling my bones "Fair enough, I suppose. Perhaps you can convince him that the Dragonflights have no stake in his favoured races crisis" My head snapped up, and my mouth snapped open before I could stop myself.

    "What!" my outburst seemed to surprise everyone in the room, Alexstraza's head darting towards me, and Sindragosa jolting underneath me.

    "Do you disagree mortal? Do you think that the Dragonflight should deal with your problems for you?" Alexstraza sounded genuinely curious, but there was an undertone of condescension in her tone. "Save your people from learning a lesson that they brought upon themselves?" She continued, eyes unwavering from my form.


    "It is not just the Kal'Dorei's problem Lifebinder, the Burning Crusade seeks to destroy Azeroth herself, Sargeras seeks to defile the world soul!" I barely held my ground underneath her gaze, the desire to just beg for forgiveness overwhelming, but I could not, Azeroth needed the Dragonflights help if it was to cast back the Burning Crusade.

    "Where did you learn what a world soul is, mortal?" Her presence lost its curious colouring, becoming sharper and harsher. I struggled to breath but I remained standing. The aspect huffed. "It matters not, whoever Sargeras is he will be destroyed completely when he attempts to try anything" My heart soared, did that mean she would fight? "After the Kal'dorei have learnt to not play with creatures beyond their ability".

    I felt my heart sink, and I grew angry "You think you can destroy Sargeras alone? He'd tear you apart!" I felt Sindragosa freeze underneath me, and Cyanigosa wriggled out of my arms.

    I felt the sharp presence grow becoming harsher and impossibly more all-encompassing "You think I am not powerful enough to kill whoever this Sargeras is?" The Dragon Queens wings flared, and I could no longer breath underneath the pressure of her presence "My might is Legendary! Elemental lords have learnt to flee in terror rather than fight me! There is no being on Azeroth that could rival me or my siblings!" I collapsed to my knees desperately trying to get air into my lungs.

    "You think you got beat the creature that killed the Titan pantheon!" The pressure froze, and I could finally breath again.

    "You don't know what you say mortal" The Dragon Queen breathed out, and I felt Sindragosa shift underneath me.

    "Aggramar, Eonar, Aman'thul, Norgannon, Golganeth, and Khaz'goroth" Each name seemed like a physical blow to the Aspect of Life, flinching back at each of them. "Sargeras is not to be taken lightly Lifebinder, he cannot be allowed to set foot upon Azeroth!"

    The Dragon Queen's presence grew weary, and I felt my shoulder droop along with it. "I don't know how you know what you do mortal, and right now I cannot find it within myself to care, but you have given me much to think about. If this Sargeras is as dangerous as that, then you are right, we cannot let him enter Azeroth. Sindragosa, return to Malygos immediately, tell him to prepare his flight for war, we will cast this Legion back". The Lifebinders voice was thick with grief. "Go, I need time alone." Sindragosa didn't delay, bowing towards the Dragon Queen, and leaving swiftly from where we entered.

    "I perhaps understand more why Cenarius feared you would offend the Dragon Queen, Apprentice". Sindragosa sounded exasperated "That was a dangerous game you just played, if I was not there then Alexstraza would have struck you down for your impudence". Cyanigosa climbed back into my lap, and I began absently scratching at her scales once more. "Be glad that whatever those names were stayed her wrath, I was growing concerned that not even my presence would spare you". The great Wrym chuckled as she took off from the entrance, rapidly gaining both speed and altitude at rate that far out stripped the dragon I rode on before.

    "What happened to telling Cenarius?" I yelled over the intense winds. "I thought that was the entire reason we met with The Lifebinder? I felt Cyanigosa twist in my arms and give me a flat look.

    "When the Dragon Queen tells you to do something immediately, you do not tarry with trivialities".

    Which, when you think about it, was a pretty damn good reason.

    A/N okay so I started writing this, then I kept on writing, and it kept pilling up and I think this is the most words I have ever written for literally anything. Anyway, Meet Sindragosa, who you might remember from such shows as ICC's second to last boss, and DK's overpowered as fuck fuck everything in that vague direction ability that does WAY TO MUCH GODDAMN DAMAGE WTF IT JUST DID 500K IN ONE USE! *ahem* not that I'm bitter at losing my of the DPS charts top spot, obviously, and Cyanigosa! Who you might remember from the original Violet Hold Dungeon where she takes forever to do anything, and its just vaguely annoying.

    Sindragosa being a blue dragon, and being Malygos's consort is 110% confirmed cannon, and her death is one of the things that drives Malygos insane (the first time) in OT, Cyanigosa isn't confirmed as being Malygos's daughter, but it doesn't say that she isn't Malygos's kid *shrug*

    Anyway, criticism welcome, even the sort of criticism that can be summed up as you're bad and this story is bad. Theres probably a lot mistakes and errors in this and like always I probably used way too many commas.
     
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    • So I'm kinda confused here when it comes to the general power level. If you are able to kill Mannoroth, and a blue welp is stronger then you, how did the burning legion not get pushed back if baby dragons are as strong as legions generals?
     
    A big part of being able to kill the Pit lord was the fact he wasnt stabilized yet he was still mostly arcane energy being tranported across, and thus was really really weak to magic, demons usually are far more resistant to that kinda thing.
     
    Crocea_mors said:
    A big part of being able to kill the Pit lord was the fact he wasnt stabilized yet he was still mostly arcane energy being tranported across, and thus was really really weak to magic, demons usually are far more resistant to that kinda thing.
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    Yup. If Mannoroth had been on Azeroth for even one hour longer, he would have survived that attack without too much trouble.
     
    Crocea_mors said:
    A big part of being able to kill the Pit lord was the fact he wasnt stabilized yet he was still mostly arcane energy being tranported across, and thus was really really weak to magic, demons usually are far more resistant to that kinda thing.
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    I Don't want to argue, and this is your story, but we got the impression that the protag was no slouch even compared to full grown mages. With the power levels you are establishing, most, if not all the conflicts in azeroth should have been resolved with a simple: "call the closest blue dragon, he'll nuke the problem to oblivion".
     
    Actually the mc explained it nicely, he layers multiple simple patterns on each other to create a greater whole. The contest was designed to favor the whelp and dragons. We've seen him trashing infernal right and left casually. A teen was standing even with the three main heroes of the war in OTL.
     
    pancakes said:
    So I'm kinda confused here when it comes to the general power level. If you are able to kill Mannoroth, and a blue welp is stronger then you, how did the burning legion not get pushed back if baby dragons are as strong as legions generals?
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    Stop thinking in "power levels" this isn't Dragonball Z where one's power-level makes you sturdier. Kaezar did an overpowered sneak attack that wasn't noticed because it was done so close to the well of eternity. That Pitlord got assassinated not beaten in a fight.

    Sure, Demons probably are just like dragons sturdier than they have any right to be, but that sturdiness alone isn't enough to protect them from serious attacks. That Pit lord would probably have blocked the attack with active magics had he noticed.
     
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