Ashes And Arrows: The Bright Fire

A novel involving my former WoW character Ashe and her adventures.

After the horrid destruction of Kezan caused by Deathwing tearing through the heart of the world we know as Azeroth, Âshe finds herself in the great Horde city of Orgrimmar. A stranger to these lands and with her entire family perishing to Deathwing's destructive power, she has sworn to carry on the legacy that is her family, many generations of proud Hunters. She soon find herself drawn to help heal the lands hurt by the Cataclysm and gets involved in a long journey, taking her far and wide to areas she could only dream of.

I want to point out, while there is ALOT of lore and actual facts from World of Warcraft involved in this story, there WILL be inconsistensies, seeing as it is still fanfiction, so do not take it serious.

Disclaimer - The name Ashe is in fact not stolen or nicked from League of Legends. I've had the name for roughly 10 years, ever since I started playing World of Warcraft back in Vanilla Beta.


8. Allies

As Âshe and Ome made their way through the trees, they stumbled upon a stone road leading up over and down the hills to a lush and green area. Or at least, that's how Ome remembered it. As they climbed the hill and the horizon cleared, Ome was met with a shocking sight. The area was no longer green nor lush. Many trees stood in flames and the ground was scorched. Âshe looked worryingly at Ome. "The Alliance didn't do this, did they? Such devastation... The druids of the Cenarion Circle wouldn't allow such horror to go unchecked." Ome's fear of what had happened here grew stronger by the second. "While the Alliance are our sworn enemies, they would not do this to a neutral faction. No, this must be the work of the plane of fire. Ragnaros' mnions are the only force with the capability to do something like this." As they both scouted the area below them for any signs of life, Âshe caught a glimpse of a magical green glow from the southern part of the area. "Let's go" she said without hesitation.

  Time was of the essence in situations like this. The glow could be a potential call for help. As Âshe and Ome made their way down the hill, their path was littered with charred corpses too scorched to identity, in addition to the remains of what appeared to be powerful fire elementals. Upon reaching the glow, they came upon a shrine and within they saw the most peculiar sight. A tall man, with wings attached  to his arms. He appeared to be in deep meditation and slowly as they approached him, they could feel how the earth and life slowly began healing the lands in an outwards circle from him. Before Åshe and Ome could even say anything, the man spoke to them in a deep voice. "Welcome Heroes. I was wondering when you would show up." As his state of meditation kept in perfect balance, he turned around to face the two of them.

  When Ome finally realized who the person was, he stood tall and saluted with respect. Âshe was confused and it took her a little while to notice Ome's slight poking hint in her ear, to realize she should probably show the same amount of respect. In quiet cooperation she saluted the man in front of them and the glow slowly died down while the healing continued. The tall man approached them slowly and stretched out a hand to Ome. He took it without hesitation. "We meet again, Ome of the Sunwalkers." Ome smiled in quiet admiration. "We do indeed, Malfurion Stormrage."


The magic disintegration formed slowly over the giant map in the Throne Room. Garrosh and his guards were ready to strike, should it turn out to be hostiles attempting to gain entrance to Orgrimmar. As Garrosh noticed an injured Orc and a Goblin Mage, he told his guards to stand down and get a medical unit into the Throne Room immediately. Kevin was exhausted and gasped for air as if he had just run a marathon twice the regular length. Garrosh helped the mage up on his feet and after letting Kevin catch his breath, he was only interested in one thing. "Report." Kevin dropped down onto a single knee in respect and spoke. "Warchief. It appears the outpost was ambushed by an Alliance Scouting party. No survivors except the lone injured Orc." Two shamans had arrived and was administering emergency healing and requested he be transferred to the Valley of Spirits for further treatment.

  Garrosh had agreed to the transfer, as he listened to Kevin's report. "How many?" Garrosh was pretty straight forward when it came to warfare and did not leave room for mistakes. "Uncertain. I found footprints of 3, possibly 4 troops. They covered their tracks good, which makes me believe it was Night Elves." Kevin could feel Garrosh's anger grow rapidly. "There's one more thing Warchief. At least 2 of the elves were magic users. Advanced training." Garrosh lifted an eyebrow in suspicion. "Magic? Impossible. The Night Elves have not taken to magic in centuries." Kevin could feel the sweat pour from his face. "I am certain Warchief. I will investigate further and report back." Garrosh seemed satisfied, for now. "What about your companions?" Kevin stood back up. "They are pursuing the culprits as we speak." Garrosh walked back to his throne. "Very well. Investigate this matter thoroughly. But make sure you are in a capable state. Get some rest and nutrition before heading back out. You're dismissed." Kevin nodded and saluted as he went out. He felt it was only fair he checked up on the Orc, after he had gotten some rest. Teleportation was not easy, specially not with a giant Orc as baggage. Kevin could just barely drag himself home, as he collapses in his bed the minute he got inside.


  Âshe was at a loss for words. In front of her was the greatest Druid of the Talon ever known, now shaking hands with her new friend. She knew that Ome still had a lot of secrets to reveal in the future. She would never have guessed Malfurion would be an acquaintance of his. "It is good to see you Ome. Who is your companion this time? I see you have replaced the mage." Âshe tried desperately to suppress a giggle, but couldn't. "He saved my life. I owe him a great debt of gratitude. When he told me of the mission to Hyjal, I was not hesitant to accept his offer of adventure. I am Âshe of the Nightfall, daughter of Damian, greatest Hunter of Kezan." Malfurion's facial expression turned from fond to sadness. Despite his long beard, covering most of his face, you could clearly see the sadness in his eyes, as he put his right hand on her head. "My deepest apologies and concern goes with you, young one. When I heard the fate of Kezan, I knew a great many lives had been lost. It brings warmth to my heart, knowing some of you escaped." Âshe tried to smile, but couldn't. Her memories brought her back once more, seeing her parents disappear into the distance as she sailed away on the Trade Prince's galley.

  Malfurion removed his hand and kneeled down to look her straight into her eyes. "Do not worry child. The choices we make, shapes us into who we are. Your parents wished for you to move on." Âshe struggled to keep the tears in. "But how do you know.." she whispered with a fragile voice. Malfurion smiled. "I am Druid of nature. By merely touching you, I can see everything you have seen. I have only a single piece of advise to offer you." Âshe looked back at Malfurion. Somehow she already knew what he had to say. "Remember the dead. But fight, for the living."

  A motto her Father used to hang on to, rang clear in her ears from the druid's soothing voice. She nodded and wiped the approaching tears from her eyes. She regained her composure and worked forth the courage to finally ask him something, even if it was with a slightly shaking voice. "What are you doing here Malfurion? We thought the minions of Ragnaros had wiped out the druids and charred these lands." Malfurion nodded. "This area is now referred to as the Circle of Cinders. Ragnaros had his lieutenant Baron Geddon bring fire to this valley. We managed to evacuate most of the druids to Aessina's Grove. I will take you there. Follow me, but stay close. There are still rogue fire elementals roaming the area." Âshe and Ome nodded and followed Malfurion. Little did they know, that the two Night Elves had followed them, carefully watching and biding their time.

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