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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17. Chapter 17

A spark opened in the sky, ripping through the wall of spacetime. Then a Proto-Drake appeared, mounted by three already known figures, who observed the calm sea laying beneath their feet.

"I thought you said you were able to control him better." objected the paladin to his coetaneus friend.

"Indeed," confirmed the mage "We're roughly where I wanted to. Don't tell me you'd rather open a gap in reality above the skies of Tarren Mill, bringing up to our trail even the Dark Lady's Deathguards?"

"Actually a quiet entrance would be better suited to the situation" agreed the paladin rubbing his goatee.

The druid did not seem at all disturbed by the situation. While the winged mount was heading north towards the coast which separated Baradin Bay from the lands of Lordaeron, watching quietly the horizon to her left.

While the coast became clearer, the mage observed more in detail the place to which they were approaching.

"Ruins of Southshore, no good, we run the risk of being seen. Dun Garok should be more eastward" Lithos thought aloud, mumbling a few more elven words to the drake which suddenly veered to the right.

"It's not a large place" he said, turning to the others "I've been there some time ago on a secret mission on behalf of Dalaran. When, you know, it was still around here."

For someone who did not practice the arcane, it was still difficult to get used to the concept of a city that could move through magic. But Lithos in the last century had learned not to be surprised of the power of the Kirin Tor.

Flapping its large wings, the Proto-Drake with the unknown name, landed on the deserted beach. Looking northward, they could see fortress, once a dwarven bastion, now only restless spirits remained to wander within its walls. But the group wasn't headed there. According to the twin's words, the house should have been located on the coast, in a relatively isolated and quiet zone.

"What about we split up to search?" asked the paladin "The place may not be huge but the beach seems to go on for miles."

"Maybe it will not be necessary" said the mage, referring to the black figure that was approaching.

"I am Aldien of the Ebon Blade, keeper of the spirits of Dun Garok. What are you doing around here, travelers?"

"Aldien ... I remember you," said the paladin thinking "You fought in Icecrown, didn't you?"

"Eeeeyup" said the Death Knight "I was in Lord Mograine's regiment. And you, paladin?"

"We fought alongside Muradin" replied the draenei, dragging the mage friend to him with a slight tug.

"Oh, by Anvilmar's beard ... Now I remember!"

The dwarf took off his helmet, revealing a thick beard black as night and the typically icy gaze of his kind.

"You are Razlo, you have been promoted to Crusader for war merits. While you were Dalaran's herald, Le... Li..."

"Lithos. It is a pleasure to see you again, Aldien."

"The pleasure is mine, these days nobody comes around here. Even the Forsaken are afraid of the haunted ruins."

"I thought they conquered all of Hillsbrad" objected the draenei "So this area is quiet?"

"Quite enough, we dwarves are to be feared even after death," commented the Death Knight, laughing out loud.

"But tell me, what brings you here?" he continued "I would like to offer you something, but I can't really leave the area I'm overseeing."

"We were sent by the Council of Six" told him the quiet night elf dressed in purple "We are looking for a house on the beach, if it hasn't been destroyed by the battles of the past months. A couple of female gnomes lived there."

"I know who you are talking about" said the bearded Knight with the frozen sight "I had just been assigned around here, when we received the attack. A total defeat, unfortunately."

"What attack?" asked Razlo vaguely, in search of more details.

"Don't you know?" said the dwarf "The Horde sent a small contingent on reconnaissance, before the major battle. The little rogue came from her house completely covered in blood, from head to toe. She told us what happened to her mate. You are investigating that, aren't you?" asked to the three wayfarers "We thought it was the attack of a few occasional robbers, when we found ourselves surrounded by the forsaken vanguard."

"How did you save yourself?" asked the draenei.

"They had already slaughtered most of us, when the little Callie stood up. She looked totally different from the quiet girl who we knew down at the village. One after another, she was vanquishing enemy troops. This gave me time to awaken the spirits of the fallen from their helpless corpses, so they could be able to help us. She was facing the enemy general, when the spirits began to surround the Horde's army. I couldn't believe it, we paid a high price but those cowards were running away. Dun Garok was still in our hands. But..."

The dwarf hesitated. "She did not seem happy about the victory. She was more, like... Angry."

"And then what happened to her?" suddenly asked the night elf "When did you last saw her?"

"I heard that she headed toward the Alterac valleys. The other thought she would start a new life, but not in my opinion. You should've seen her eyes..."

"We saw them," said the mage seriously "That's why we're here. Could you show us her house?"

The dwarf turned to his right.

"About one mile to the west, next to the bushes. I would follow you, but as I said at the moment I'm... bound to this place. The spirits need me."

"Don't worry, friend Aldien" said the paladin "By Blood and Honor we serve."

"Esarus thar no Darador. Good luck with your mission, friend Razlo."

The three walked along the shore.

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