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.


13. Trouble Ahead

  "You asked for my presence Warchief?" Kevin knelt in honor before Garrosh. "Rise mage. And come look." Kevin and Garrosh was standing on the balcony on top of the Warchief Throne Room. As Kevin approached the edge, he stared out over the valley below. Grunt upon grunt was lined up in clean formation, too many to count. "A fine army Warchief." Garrosh scoffed. "Indeed. And you are to lead them into Hyjal and secure a frontline outpost, for secure transportation to Hyjal. In addition, you are to take this scroll to the paladin friend of yours. My army general will take over control once the portal has been established and you have brought all the troops through. Once that is over, you are free to join back up with your group. Understood?" Kevin nodded and Garrosh handed him a dusty old scroll of paper.

  "And be alert, the Alliance are plotting something and this army is here to stop it." Kevin saluted and proceeded to make his way down the balcony and was greeted by a warrior decorated in medals and ribbons. "Throm'ka Mage, I am General Ruk'Thar, leader of this army. I am sure you have your orders, but I have my own as well. Do not stand in my way once the battalion is through the portal." Kevin was rather surprised at the direct request from the general, but despite his suspicion, Kevin acknowledged the request. "Very well general. Let's get started. Order your troops to take position outside the Orgrimmar walls, I will have the mages be there shortly, ready to take your men through."


  The road to Aviana's Shrine was not a short one on legs. With the Alliance and Flamewakers still in the area, flying via their own mounts would be too dangerous and exposed. The last thing Âshe wanted was to get shot down midair, dying upon a horrible crash. Ome and Targok had agreed that walking, although a longer path, was a better and safer option. The road to the Aviana's Shrine wasn't a long one. The path curved from the Aessina's Grove to the right, up above the small valley below dedicated to the shrine to Goldrinn. As the path curved around the steep hills, a tall tree-like structure stood tall, with a clear symbol on the entrance roof, showcasing the avatar of Aviana, usually in the form of a Raven or a Harpy. Aviana is a winged demigoddess. She was believed to have been killed in the War of the Ancients, but still appears to people of various races in current times. The Guardians and Druids of Hyjal had been in deep concentration trying to resurrect Aviana and bring her back into this world ever since Goldrinn had made his entry. Sadly the majority of the specialists on the mission of resurrecting the demigods, had already begun the journey to Aviana's Shrine before the battle for Aessina's Grove. Âshe hoped that the Druids had made progress by the time they got there.

  Her thoughts were however interrupted swiftly by Targok's voice. "So I've been wondering. If the Druids can't help us down, what are our options?" As they kept walking, Ome thought a bit and then responded. "That's a good question Targok. Finding a way down would be complicated, but there's a good chance, that given our assistance in the resurrection of Aviana, they will help us down, whether it be by portal or flight." Targok looked unsatisfied, but took the response into consideration. Almost halfway to the shrine, Âshe suddenly stopped and signaled Ome and Targok to halt as well. "What is it Âshe", whispered Ome. She looked around, squinting through her small eyes. "We are being watched."


  As the portals carried soldier after soldier through the portal to Hyjal, Kevin was already on scene with General Ruk'Thar. The soldiers first through had already carried the materials to rebuild and remake the structure and create defensive barricades. As the soldiers came through, they picked up the tools needed and were instructed to help in a certain area. The small burned down structure quickly turned into a keep big camp under construction. As the last few soldiers came through the portals, they were shut down from the other side. Kevin approached Ruk'Thar, who was standing next to a large table gazing at a tactical map of Hyjal. He was in conversation with one of his lieutenant by the looks of it and as Kevin came closer, Ruk'Thar waved him over and the lieutenant rushed away. "It looks like all your men made it through General. I will be on my way. I will report back to the Warchief once I am done here." Ruk'Thar shook Kevin's hand in appreciation. "Thank you Kevin. It has been nice making your acquaintance." Kevin started his travel west to seek out the rest of his companions.


  Âshe quickly drew an arrow and aimed it at a close by bush. "Show yourselves" she yelled so loud it echoed long into the hills. The bush rattled and a distorted figure approached them, with his hands behind his back. "Well, well, well. What do we have here. A lone small group of Horde members." The Night Elf had a smug smile spread wide across his face. Âshe's aim didn't waver once and was ready to fire if needed. "You were stupid to come out in the open Elf." Âshe's comment only made the Night Elf laugh. He raised his arms into the air. "Go ahead. Shoot me. You won't even release the string before you're dead." As he finished the sentence, a loud explosion kicked up the earth around Ome, Âshe and Targok in almost a perfect circle, kicking up the dusty earth around them and the force of the blast knocking them flat on their faces.

  As the dust died down, the Night Elf was joined by another along with two human scouts. In a commanding force, one of the humans issued an order. "Take the Orc to the camp. Leave the two others. They will bleed out soon enough." Blood slowly stained the ground from Ome's and Âshe's bodies. Ome's left arm was completely dislocated and his left leg was broken. If he wasn't completely knocked out, he would be writhing in pain. Âshe had bashed her head on the ground and was now suffering from a severe concussion. She could feel her legs being in a tremendous amount of pain and her chest was covered in a mix of dust and blood with wounds stretching across her stomach. As Âshe struggled to raise her head in pain, she could only watch as the Night Elves dragged Targok away from the road. She reached out her hand, but it was no use. She slowly drifted off and slipped into unconsciousness. 

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