L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.


1. Chapter 1

The night loomed over the city of Dalaran, in the alleys the soft lighting hid in the darkness the ones who didn't wish to be noticed. The old Windle should have been in bed for a while, there was no sign of his famous Lighters. Sure, the city's hotspots were full as always of guardian mages, but even if their spells to banish the unwelcome were powerful, to use them they had to see you. But she had no plans to be seen. Jumping on a roof, a little shadow avoided the sentries watching the entrance to Sunreaver's Sanctuary, where only the Horde was welcome. If they caught her there, at that time of the night, once they learnt her intentions, she would have probably spent the next years in the Violet Hold, inside a containment cell. No, no one would have stopped her. She had a mission. Nothing would have stopped her vengeance. She went on, walking on the inn's roof, tile after tile, no one could have heard her: all these buildings were brand new, built after the city's destruction perpetrated by Archimonde and his legions, not even a sound was coming from her steps. Once she reached the building's end, she reached for an opened window, getting inside. That summer was hot, and with the heat coming from the kithen's fires the few customers in the Filthy Animal could easily think to be in the Molten Front rather that in the gelid Northrend. Filthy Animal... How ironic. He would pay, that animal, as well as all the other ones. The first one took months of stalking in the Alterac valleys, but in the end that orc died, bleeding. In three days. In this case, death would be swift... She couldn't risk to be exposed, even if the pleasure for the vengeance would have been less. Pleasure... There shouldn't be any pleasure, she bit her tongue at that thought. "She" was dead, and she wouldn't be back again. There should not be pleasure, just torment. Eternal torment. For her killers. For herself, who wasn't able to save her. And for the whole world, who would never be able to see her smile again.

She walked in the darkness, up to the balcony over the great hall. Now she would have discovered if all the gold gave to that goblin was well spent. From her already low height, she crouched towards the hall. Below, in a corner, a young female troll was flirting with a Magister, while two orcs seemed to animatedly debate about which of them had the bigger weapon. But in the end, she saw him. The tauren was drinking some ogre's filth sitting by the counter, joking and being annoying. It was obvious he was bothering the few present, who tried to avoid him. "Good thing" she thought "the fewer friends he has, the higher the chance no one will follow him when he'll decide to bring his hooves in his room will be." Long, endless minutes passed. The ambience in the inn was however quite gloomy, testimony of the tough times that were troubling the world after the Cataclysm. Just one year before in that place people sang the praises to the fighters who defeated the Lich King, eating boars and pouring gallons of beer. Suddenly, the innkeeper started to yell something to the tauren who finally stood up, stumbling, paid something to the old orc behind the counter and headed to the stairs. She waited upstairs, behind a giant keg. The blood was freezing in her veins. Step. Step. Step. He climbed the stairs, heading for his own room. Step. Step. She made a huge jump, flying across the hall, silent and dark as a shadow. Step. Step. She was behind him. Step. Step. He put the key. Step. Step. Closing the door behind himself, the tauren babbled something. He didn't have the time to yell, because a blade slashed through his throat, ripping away his vocal chords. She kicked him down. Removing her hood, she whispered him "Do you recognize me? I don't think. I wonder how many violent, how many unjust actions you performed, in your disgusting life. But I'm here to try to bring justice to at least one of these." Her red eyes reflected the horrified look of the drunk tauren. "Don't worry, it will be a concise death. I'm not going to be so kind with the other ones, when I find'em."

With a sharp blow, she beheaded him, whispering "Three to go." to the harmless corpse. She wore again her hood, the leaving would have been way easier than the entrance. Jumping from the window, she walked on the roof of the buildings leading to Krasus' Landing, where no one would have reason to suspect her. By that time it was dawning, in Dalaran. Looking at the sky, she began dolefully to sing in her native tongue.

"Vedo gli amici ancora sulla strada, loro non hanno fretta... rubano ancora al sonno l'allegria, all'alba un po' di notte. E poi la luce, luce che trasforma..."

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