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.

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21. Priorities

  The rain and wind was picking up. The slow piddling rain had evolved into a storm brewing. Rain had turned into part rain, part hail. Âshe could feel her hair getting wet and heavy. Her long red hair felt like a heavy load on her head, despite it being held in bunches. The soldier's helmet was glinting from the water running down his armor. They had both taken heavy hits during their duel. Âshe could feel the wound on her left arm throbbing in pain. The handle on her spear had before slippery and hard to control, but she refused to back down. The soldier was getting exhausted. His armor was slowing him down. While Âshe's light leather armor was not much protection, it allowed for a much more agile approach to combat, while the soldier's armor was heavy and could easily take a lot of punishment. But his armor had flaws. His exposed kneecaps had already taken hits and he was slowly starting to stagger around rather than moving tactically. His blows had weakened and his heavy armor was now more a hindrance rather than protection. He was breathing heavily and the cold air was clearly visible from the small opening in his iron helmet. 

  He was not the only one wounded. In addition to Âshe's left arm having a severe injury, her left hand had started shaking from the blood loss and the result was much more inaccurate sweeps and strikes. The soldier had also cut slightly into her right thigh, leaving her entire body in pain. Her vision was starting to get blurring and she could feel the anxiety to pass out come over her, slowly but surely.

  "I think we have danced around long enough. What is your name, Warrior?" The soldier loosened his posture and raised his hands to his head. He slowly removed his helmet, revealing a kinder face than she had expected. His short-cut black hair began taking on the water from the rain and he looked briefly into the sky. He then looked back to meet Âshe's gaze. "My name is McMillian. Marcus McMillian. And may I say, you're a worthy opponent." Âshe couldn't help but smile. "While I have no intention of dying today, I find you worhty of my time as well. My name is Âshe." The soldier sheathed his swords back into his belt and picked up his shield. "Well fought Âshe. But I won't fight you anymore. You have dealt a great amount of damage to me. I yield."

  Âshe was baffled at the soldier's confession. She was lacking words to describe what she felt. As she was more or less stoned in place, the soldier approached her and knelt a few yards away from her. "I must ask you a favor Goblin." Her silence continued, as she slowly nodded in acknowledgement for the soldier to continue talking. "Please, do not kill me. I have a family. I have three daughters and a wife waiting for me at home. I will tell you anything you wish to know." Âshe gestured for him to rise. Despite having the Human kneel in front of her, he was still taller than her and having a Human show her this kind of respect, gave her an entire new feeling she couldn't describe. "Very well. Just make sure the Horde army doesn't catch you off guard. Those grunts won't be as merciful as I am." The soldier picked up his helmet and ventured away from the raging battle. Before disappearing between the trees, he turned to face Âshe once more. "Thank you for your kindness Hunter. I will not forget this."

 

   Targok slowly reached his hand out and grabbed it tight around the Troll's three fingers, followed by a respectful salute. "You be quite da famous Hero, Targok. Even if it is ta rescue ya, it is an honor ta meet ya in person." Targok had a hard time grasping the Troll's speech, but for the most part he got it right when he responded. "Thank you Santian. And thank you Nate, for springing me out. But how do we get out of here. If I remember correctly, we are in the far southern part of the camp, putting the army march right on top of us in a matter of minutes." Nate nodded to Santian. "We already have an escape route planned out." Santian slipped back into the shadows and exited the armory. "Before we move, we need you geared up. Let's find your armor and get out of here."

  Santian quickly came back and surprised both Nate and Targok. "Someone be coming. Hide." Loud footsteps could be heard down the corridor, in addition to the clinging of metal plates scraping against each other. Whoever was moving, was heavily armored. Santian jumped to the left of the door to the armory with Nate on the other side, ready to ambush. But as the footsteps came closer, Nate began to feel a weird hum of magic in the air. "Stand down Santian. This one will do us no harm." Ome stepped into the armory and was met with the gaze of the three. Ome's jaw nearly dropped as he laid eyes on Targok. "Targok... You're alive."

  As Targok and Ome exchanged looks, a few tears rolled down Ome's cheek. He rushed over and they shared a brotherly hug. "We thought you were dead Targok. What happened?" Targok smiled and looked at Nate and Santian. "It's a long story. Ome, meet Nate and Santian, my rescuers." Ome turned around and as Ome looked at Nate, he instantly knew. "You're one of the Blood Knights, aren't you?" Nate smiled. Ome was as knowledgeable as he thought. "You don't disappoint, Sunwalker. They say you're as wise as they come." Ome was pulled back to reality by Targok turning him around with a hand on his shoulder. "Ome, where's Âshe? Is she not with you?" Ome took a while to collect his thoughts and looked at Targok. "We came across a grunt locked in battle against a strong opponent and he was badly injured. I took him away, while Âshe engaged the Human in combat. We separated and I haven't seen her since." Ome could feel Targok's frustration. Ome was worried about her. Santian broke the silence with a commanding voice. "While it be good ta see ya all in a great reunion, we be having no time for dis. We must proceed with da plan."

  "What plan are you talking about?" Both Ome and Targok was rather confused. Targok specially was interested in why the Blood Elf and Troll had shown up out of nowhere. Nate pulled out a map and stretched it across a nearby table. "This attack was no coincidence. The Horde are here in Hyjal to secure more resources to fuel the war in the Twilight Highlands. But since Ragnaros has risen, these plans has been put on hold. Despite this, Garrosh ordered Ruk'Thar and his army to attack this outpost regardless and push the Alliance out of Hyjal. Me and Santian were sent here to help you. Our mission has a new objective."

  Targok and Ome studied the map as Santian took the word. "Da mission be simple. Da Druids be trying to resurrect da Demigods of Hyjal again and they are succeeding. It will take all their strength ta summon them back ta this world, mon. And that's where we come in ta da picture. Malfurion has already summoned Cenarius back into dis world. They are currently in need of assistance and are awaiting us through a portal near da entrance to da Firelands. We must leave immediately." Ome quickly shook his head and looked at the Troll. "No. Not without Âshe. I will not leave her here." 

 

  Kevin approached the mages holding the portals slowly. He was about to do something he would most assuredly would regret sooner rather than later. Went into the area and with a single thought, a massive ripple of arcane energy pulsed out from his body, attracting the attention of all the mages. "Shut down the portals or face the consequences." A nearby portal mage stopped chanting and drew his staff from his back. "That's funny. Who the in the name of our Warchief, are you." Kevin slowly turned his head and with a mere look, the mage turned into a sheep. "Anyone else got something to say? Or are you clever enough to recognize the advisor of the General himself?" The Mage slowly stopped their magic and one by one, the portals closed.

   

  "General, we cannot hold this much longer! We are too far from the army to get reinforcements!" Ruk'Thar snapped at the grunt yelling to him. "Shut your trap and swing that axe of yours." Ruk'Thar needed a miracle if he wanted to survive. But he sincerely doubted his chances at surviving for long enough. In silent prayer, Ruk'Thar called for help. "If someone, anyone, is out there. I could really use a helping hand about now."

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