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A Broken Dream {Prologue}
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Mojoworkn
For six years we have survived the onslaught of the orcish Horde. We’ve witnessed the destruction of countless cities, all succumbed to the fel energies the orcs flaunt about as if it were a toy horse. Our race fought tooth and nail to defend the home we had made for ourselves; to protect our culture established over thousands of generations. Two races that used to live in peace, clashed together in the middle of a bloody battlefield, and for what purpose?
They were tricked by the deceit nature of the damned demons. After hiding from them for centuries, they finally found us, hidden on the secluded planet we called Draenor. Before then, we had befriended the native brown-skinned orcs that had inhabited the land eons before us. Though language and culture separated us, we lived in mutual agreement with the orcs; they kept to themselves, as long as we didn’t meddle in their business.
For a long time, it seemed as if we had finally lost the Legion that traced our every move. We built cities, worshipped the Light, and did everything that any culture would strive to do. With the help of the naaru, our culture thrived.
That all changed when the demons found Draenor.
At first we weren’t their main target. No, they were after the orcs. Giving them false promises of power and tricking them in to believing we planned to attack them, they drank the blood of a demon. The demon blood twisted and corrupted them in to creatures of hate and rage. Though their physical bodies distorted only in color and to a lesser extent the contour of their frame, what their soul embodied was pure hatred.
The Legion turned the peaceful orcs in to a killing machine. An increasing amount of orcs began following in their steps of their leaders, turning themselves in to egomaniacal and bloodthirsty orcs that cared for nothing but their own gain of power. Only months after the penetration of the Legion on to Draenor, the attacks started to come.
It started with small escorts strangely disappearing on their overnight journey through a secluded pathway. No one thought anything of it, as no evidence was found to draw any static conclusions. It never became a problem until these events became frequent and well known throughout the land. Small scouting parties were sent from Shattrath to find the source of the disappearances. None of them returned.
Now that I think about it, it is rather odd how such a bloodthirsty race driven by hatred, could start a war so tactically. It was the perfect start to such a beautiful massacre; the disappearances caused so much unrest in the cities, that some refused to leave their houses after dusk. The once grand cities that were active night and day, turned in to ghost towns twelves hours of every day. Our faith in ourselves was wavering.
The topic of military was hotly debated in the capital city of Shattrath, or so I heard. At the time I was serving as a priest at Karabor. While I was young I knew that would be my dream life. Controlling the Light at my will; blessing all of those that follow me. It sounded magnificent to a young girl like me. When I was of age, and with sad goodbyes from my parents and young brother, I was off to Karabor.
I served there for many years, and I learned a lot from the elders that resided there. Though all of that is a blur that sits in the back of my mind, probably tainted by the fel energies that course through my body. Many years later, when the disappearances started occurring, I should have been afraid. Though I wasn’t afraid. All I felt was the bloody Light coursing through me.
The rumors of the “Disappeared,” as we called them, was finally resolved by one lone, wounded male who had wandered in to Shattrath. He had been part of a scouting party, he being the one survivor of the group. That one survivor brought a truth no one had been expecting.
“The orcs are coming.”
Within hours the orcs attacked the rural settlement of Sha’naar. It fell to the blood red orcs in merely an hour. By the time word of the fall of Sha’naar reached Karabor, the next city fell to the Horde. Then the next, and the next, and the next. Our military forces barely had time to react to any of it, merely watching in horror as our new civilization crumbled around us.
The Prophet himself was the only one who could calm the masses. As I heard from a now deceased friend, his words seemed to echo across the capital.
“The way of the draenei shall never be lost. Fight for our lives. Fight for our families, and fight to bring Light in to this demonic evil that scars the lands. The draenei have hope yet.”
Despite the Prophet’s words, chaos and strife still exploded amongst the people. Orc armies made up of thousands, filled the plains in which we ate and worked. Children, women and men alike were slain on the very streets they had thought were safe. Draenor had turned in to a planet-wide battlefield.
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Karabor was the next of the major cities to fall, four years later. They came during the night, when the torchlight flames burned low. I can still remember the screams that echoed through the streets that day. I remember the blood, the demonic orcs, and even the green flashes of light that seeped in to the living bodies of my brethren.
The lower part of the city fell in an instant. I had been quickly assigned to healing duty in the back of the city, at the temple. All the remaining draenei cowered in fear while the priests guarded the entrance. I was one of the priests.
I remember hearing a scream, the creaking of metal, and then the large gate that towered before me came crashing down, orcs swarming in behind it. We held them off with the power of the Light while the others fled towards the back entrance. Light and Fel clashed midair as smoke filled the room around us. It was no use, Karabor was lost. With many dead or dying around me, we fled to the back entrance, where a small band of refugees awaited escort.
We managed to escape the burning city undetected. The long walk to Shattrath was mostly silent, the voices of tired draenei only interjecting as needed. This gave me time to sulk the whole way to Shattrath. I had lost the city I held dearest to my heart. I knew it would always have a place in my memory, along with the friends that had died along with the city. Though those were not the worst of my feelings.
Thoughts of my family lingered on my mind. I had hoped they had been smart and moved to Shattrath when they sensed danger. I prepared myself for the worst, but it was hard to concentrate on it. After the battle, I had started getting an empty feeling inside of me, as if I no longer had a soul.
After hours of walking, we finally settled down for a few hours rest. I dreamed of myself standing over a pile of dead orcs still dripping with blood. But then my dream shifted in to something even more unpleasant. I saw myself, or what I thought was myself, standing in the middle of a circle of light. The characteristics of my body were off though, as if someone manipulated clay in to a distorted and grotesque image of me. The circle of light slowly closed inward, as I bellowed out a chant, whining for it to come back. I was enveloped by an impenetrable darkness, when I felt myself being shaken awake.
I stared in to the eyes of an unfamiliar face, which I later found out was one of my comrades. At first I thought it was a dream, a really bad dream. He had looked similar to the distorted figure that stood in the center of the ring of light in my dream. We had found an awful truth, every one of us had the same grotesque features, the same features I still have today.
In anguish, I tried to call upon the Light, but felt nothing. No power coursed through me; no rejuvenating energy reverberated through my body. Nothing.
We hurried along to Shattrath, to find the city in utter chaos. They too had discovered what was happening to the draenei. The fel was tainting our very bodies, and destroying our ability to call upon the Light. We were Krokul, as someone near me called our kind.
As chaos reigned on the Upper Terrace, I went in search for my family in the Lower City. There I found my young brother, who was now a Krokul, standing over the dying form of my mother. I walked in quietly, giving my brother a big hug as I kneeled next to him. My mother turned slowly toward me, her body still untainted with fel. She locked eyes with me, and whispered her last words:
“Sutha, take care of Eidan. Protect him with your life.”
My mother’s body fell limp, and the room was enveloped in silence. I felt a tinge of jealousy towards my brother, but belittled myself for thinking such thoughts. Eidan stared at the lifeless body for a moment, before asking me a seemingly random question.
“What are we Sutha?” he asked, looking up at me with an innocent look in his eye. His face was drenched with tears. I wiped away the sadness from his cheeks with the back of my hand, then pulled him close to me.
“The draenei are a broken race now Eidan. I’m not sure exactly what you and me are yet, but we represent the very thing our civilization has become. We are the Broken.”
Sadly, the racial slur stuck.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Lets hope the world doesn't blow up now.
*braces for impact*
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470415
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Post by
Patty
I'm impressed as well. It was an excellent length, and your ability to tell stories from a first person's point of view is brilliant. *jealous*
Post by
Mojoworkn
Thanks you two! :)
So should I continue with the first person perspective, or switch to third as I was planning to do?
And expect the Draenei to act much differently than they are made out to be ingame...
Post by
Monday
Everything is in third person. I highly recommend you stay in first person.
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355559
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Post by
Behelich
Somewhy, this
troper
forumer is inclined to think that this great piece of work is not the first thing the author has ever written.
In any case...
I am Alucard. And this has to be continued.
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355559
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Since I'm on my phone...
First off, thank you all for your support! It really does mean a lot. And don't worry, It's a story I am definitely looking forward to CONTINUING, though I won't be able to write anything until this coming Monday =/
@Funden / Light: Okay then, I think I will continue the first person then! It's more fun anyway since it gives an odd simplistic view to the situation.
@Alucard: Well it's the first piece that I've ever written from start to finish (well, not yet) and have publicly presented. To say that it's the only thing I've written though, is false :)
Continued continued continued...
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576272
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Wow, that's a lot of praise Hell. Thanks a
LOT.
:)
But I can't stress enough how much I want to thank you guys for being awesome. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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