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.

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11. Chapter 11

The battle, her own battle, was literally inflaming. She didn't know how it was going for Malfurion Stormrage, for Archdruid Runetotem or for the demigod Cenarius, who were fighting miles away. But her own war had started well. Under the cover of the shadows she had reached the enemy outpost, quickly knocking out the guards outside the cave. She had nothing to fear, these enemies were expendable. Entering, she had hushed up forever, one by one, every Ragnaros' worshippers she found on her way. Someone woke up, worried by the strange quietness coming from the guards, giving alarm. Thereafter the real dances began. Throwing proficiently her poisoned blades, she gunned down in the distance almost all the soldiers that were surrounding the shaman. The last two, instead, fell like exausted wind-up puppets, under the strokes of her brilliant green-dazzling daggers.

Being in front of the craved prey, she took the time to remove the engineering goggles, showing her eyes corrupted by the desire for revenge.

"Do you recognize me?" she asked when she came face to face with the troll, adding "I don't think so."

"Exactly" replied the enemy, annoyed "To me you are all the same. I don't know why you are here, but if death is what you're longing for, you came to the right place."

Saying this, he concentrated his power, summoning two big magma elementals before him.

Not scared at all, the rogue lashed out against her new enemies. But that was a hard conflict, it was not simple to rend the elements like it was with flesh. Concentrating her strength, she struck with violence the whirling heart of one of the elementals, which slowly started to burn out, until he was inert on the ground. However this move ended up to cost her dearly: the shaman, who meanwhile moved behind her back, casted a Lava Burst against her. When she realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge it, with a leap she managed to at least avoid to be swept away, to the detriment of her leg which got gravely burned. She uttered some swear-words, landing on the other leg. This was bad, she was sorrounded by two foes and she was gravely injured. But the elemental loomed over her, who didn't have more time to think. Rolling aside, she avoided a slash, and then got up to deal a precise stroke to the second elemental's heart, which was exposed after the attack and couldn't do anything but come to a sticky end like his comrade, burning out slowly.

She felt her back on fire: this time the shaman was able to hit her accurately.

"Congratulations" exclaimed the shaman behind her "I would have never thought that you'd be able to defeat the both of them. But I'll end it now."

Unable to get up, a thousand thoughts were wandering in Callie's mind. No, it couldn't end like this. Not without fulfilling her promise, her oath. Was it possible that her desire for revenge wasn't strong enough to allow her to stand up again? Rather than physically, she was wounded in pride. She would come back to Astrid empty-handed, without bringing justice to her memory. She couldn't tolerate it, Astrid didn't deserve that.

Suddenly a tornado raged in the cave, diverting the scarlet-eyed rogue from her thoughts. A force dragged her behind the closest rocks.

"W-What..."

"Be quiet" whispered Pat, putting her bright hands on her new friend's injuries. "Soon you'll be able to get up."

But this wasn't enough for the rogue: "How did you get here? Did you follow me?"

"You weren't there at the changing of the guard, this is the only place where i thought I could have found you" answered the elf with a look less absent than usual.

Callie remained silent while she was receiving the healing she needed thanks to the druidic magic.

"I don't know why *you* are here, instead. I don't think you're interested in the bounty, it kinda looks like a... private matter" replied the elf again.

"He, his friends... they killed her. They raped her. I couldn't do anything to defend her."

Callie was crying bloody tears again.

"All that blood on her... on my hands..."

Pat kept silent while she was helping her friend to get up.

Getting out from their hideout, she swooped on the troll, who meanwhile managed to make the storm subside thanks to his powers. In melee range, Callie had a clear advantage, preventing the enemy to cast his powerful spells with her speed. First she cut him an hand, making him scream. After few other hits, she inflicted him a deep scar on the chest. Falling on the ground, the veteran soldier started to move back without getting up.

"H-have mercy upon me! What have I done? Are you looking for money? Power? My lord can give you all you wish..."

"No, your lord can't give me what I wish. Nobody could. However, in my own little, I can try to help me myself ."

Thus, she pounced on the defenseless troll, attacking him with both her shining blades, amputating both his legs and emasculating him. The shaman didn't die immediately, he had the time to look at himself and realize how he was going to die, before crumpling lifeless onto the floor.

Callie's hair returned to their natural color. Putting on her usual goggles, she tried to hide her eyes, which instead maintained their usual grim color.

Even Pat got up from the previous hideout and without uttering a single word she walked alongside her, coming out from the cave. The Molten Front's night sky seemed curiously less sinister than usual. And walking back to the outpost they had to protect, a news was waiting them: the war was over. That night, in the deep of the Firelands, Sulfron Spire was conquered and the Firelord extinguished. The Avengers of Hyjal were still planning their homecoming, and heralds were sent everywhere to alert patrols and troops that Azeroth was safe once again. The herald who reached Callie's and Pat's garrison was annoyed because he didn't find them on site, but since he didn't understand nothing about strategy, he thought that the two were been engaged in some legitimate mission and then disappeared to alert the next patrol which was on his list.

Walking towards Nordrassil's portal, "It's almost a pity" said the night elf yawning "I like you, really. I would have loved to work with you again"

"I'm sorry" replied the gnome giggling "I don't think I can stay to work here."

Before going through the gate that separated the elemental plane from Azeroth, Callie hugged her new friend, whispering her "I'm sorry you couldn't meet each other. She would have liked you, I'm sure about this."

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