Chapter One. Anulith.
Back in times before Stormwind was only a small trade town associated with no Kingdom whatsoever, back before all the Kingdoms of Azeroth came into being, there was a solitary High-Elf Wizard named Anulith. He lived in early Stormwind right where the Palace is now, in a simple house, built away from the center of the town (now the Old Center) He did not like humans but they pestered him anyway. (The reader should take note that the High-Elves of Azeroth looked down on their human cousins, in the years before the first Alliance) They came to him about all their problems, thinking that they would all "go away" with the proper application of magic. He shook his wisened head at their requests and instead gave time-tested advice and even gave (sometimes) a "placebo" spell that made them "think" that their problem had gone away. One day, when he was cleaning his small house, stacking his spells and singing in his singsong High-Elf language, an old man appeared at the door. "Wise one, teach me what you do." he said. "Go away and get your possesions then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no possesions" said the human in a humble retort. "Go then and proclaim your greatness to all of Stormwind then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no greatness." said the older human. "Give me all of your gold then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no gold to give." said the human. "Then you are indeed ready. Come in and help me create this potion I've been working on for weeks." said Anulith. "My name is Darnath." said the human. Anulith stood upright as shocked. "The prophecy is true then!" he exclaimed. "I know you, I know what you are to become, and what your Grandson is to become." said Anulith. "From your loins, a city shall be built, and it shall float in the air and draw all of Azeroth to it." quoted Anulith. Darnath said nothing, but was amazed at his new Master.
Chapter Two. Darnath the Magus and Yves the Gifted.
Years passed and the solitary Anulith returned to his homeland to take the Great Sleep in the Emerald Dream. Darnath was given the mantle of the Magus and he began to teach others. Pilsor the Dwarf, Garngan the Gnome, Liam the Blessed (human) and Fadmoor the High Elf all became his students. This became the basis of the University that was later centered at the Mages Tower in the Mages District. Darnath was careful to use everything that Anulith had taught him and even added some rituals and questions to the mix to prevent evil beings from becoming members of their group. He also began a process to explain, using science, the different elements of magic. Years later, students would either curse him under their breath or they would bless him, depending on their I.Q. Darnath suddenly vanished on an expedition to Kalimidor (which was as of yet, unclaimed by the Horde, but in two more years, the Horde would burst on the scene) Pilsor and Garngan set out to find their master and left the growing University in the hands of their fellow Masters. A student, Yves the Gifted, was already passing all of his courses and talked of a floating city in the sky as if it was a present reality. The Masters of the University promoted him to the rank of Exhalted Master and on that day, he revealed that he was the secret son of Darnath. They made him the Lord High Wizard and he became almost a potentate in his own right over Azeroth because of his wisdom and foreknowledge. The future Kings of Azeroth came to him, seeking a blessing in organizing the human towns and villages into Kingdoms. He gave his blessing and a stern warning: "The strongest of you is going to be asked to lead an Alliance against an alien invader from an alien world. It would have been best for all of you to unite into a single Kingdom, but your languages have already been divided by the Great Druid, from a time only remembered by the High Elves. When a leader arises, follow him, because he will save Azeroth from several horsemen. One horseman is Green and is alien. One is a Demon and One is Death itself." Then he said something cryptic, "The Alien is the servant of the Demon but beware of the horseman of Death, for he shall spring from the seed of Menthil." "Death shall utterly consume the north and the alien shall ravage all of Azeroth and settle in the land to the west." "The light shall come when the seed of the ruler of Stormwind shall discover the rent land to the south, then all things shall be known perfectly." said Yves. The Wizards were astonished at this prophecy.
Chapter Three: Timor Menthil and Tearthas Menthil.
Timor was a Cheiftan of the lands of the North. His family already ruled and owned most of the North and there was talk of making him the King, in order to unite against the coming threat. He was present when the old Wizard uttered his prophecy and everyone agreed that it was the gods of the Light that used him as a vessel to warn the beings of the world that a terrible and dark new era was coming. Timor did not agree with the prophecy and believed that it could be changed. He began to teach his son, Tearthas Menthil I, that the Light was the only way to rule and his son was made King instead of him because of past disputes with other cheiftans in the north. The Cheif of Alterac, seeing that the boy Tearthas was made King, seceeded and declared himself King of Alterac. His line was doomed to produce a traitor to the First Alliance. Thus relations between Lordereon and Alterac were strained at best. Under the boy King Tearthas, Lordereon was built up into a mighty city, with low taxes and free trade within the Kingdom of Lordereon. Stormwind crowned her King but it was a small and struggling Kingdom that often depended on Lordereon for settlers and financial support. She seemed doomed from the begining. She lost control of several lands to the south and struggled for years afterwards to recapture them. One of the graduates of the Magical University (as it was informally called at that time) was given a title of nobility and he proceeded to "outdo" his fellow nobles by building a great Castle in a rocky and barren area. He called it "Karazhan" and it was only discovered years later his dark secret and his ultimate undoing and the Castle's abandonment to it's magical horrors and ghosts.
Chapter Four: Pandaria.
Prince Anduin Wrynn was surprised to see an aged human he had never seen before. "Did you get here first?" asked the boy Prince to the ancient man at the Pools of Healing. The man was dressed as a Pandarian and wore a Pandarian hat. "No my son, these Pandarian were here first." said the old man. "Tell me who you are?" asked the boy. "Ah, if you studied your history, you would know me." said the old man. "Darnath the Exhalted?!" asked Anduin, extremely surprised. "Yes, and did you know that the Light let me see you before you were born? You, my son. You are the Dove of Peace that will lead the Alliance and the Horde to a lasting peace. That was the last bit that Yves withheld, and that is why you came to Pandaria. To find me and to hear the last bit of history. The End of History." said the Aged man. "It will never end, perhaps the wars will end, in time, but history will never end." said the boy Prince. "Listen, in later days, the Elves, your friends, will retreat into the Emerald Dream, the Dwarves will seal themselves into the mountains and the Orc will leave Azeroth for their homeworld. Azeroth will become the domain of man evermore." said the old man. "What of the Gnomes?" asked Anduin, already sad. "They will leave Azeroth as well in great ships and pursue their destiny." said the Old man. "The Light will transform the murlocs and the Naga into tiny creatures that will pose no threat to men, the gnolls will revert back to their dog-forms and will no more be a threat, all because the final demons of the world will be conquered by your grandson." said Darnath. Prince Wrynn paused, thinking of his beloved, a girl that he was betrothed to, who was of the line of Menthil. "The seed of Arthas and the seed of Wrynn will undo what the Orcs had began." said Anduin, remembering the ancient text he had read. "Yes, and now that you realize that you must return to Stormwind and marry your beloved. Within a year, your father will die in battle on a distant shore." continued an Old Night Elf that had appeared. "Anulith! My old master! You have returned!" said a surprised Darnath. "Yves will be with us shortly. He too, went into the Emerald Dream, his High Elf Blood allowed him to do so." said the High Elven spirit. "And when your father dies, you will be crowned King of Stormwind and Lordereon." said Yves, also a spirit. "Lordereon's darkness will be lifted and the undead will be defeated. By you. Thousands will follow you into Lordereon and settle there, the old city will be rebuilt and you will sit as King in the Citadel of the Kings of Lordereon." said Yves. "But here this, in the later years of your life, you will fight the new Lich King, a seed himself of Arthas and Deathwing, he will command the powers of hell and death as well as the elements, and for a time, all will seem to be lost, until your son saves you in combat, and you will die upon your bed in peace." said Yves. Then the spirits blessed him and all vanished, including the old man. Anduin turned to his Pandarien friends who had all fallen into a deep slumber. "Wake up, I am going home. Destiny calls."
THE END
Back in times before Stormwind was only a small trade town associated with no Kingdom whatsoever, back before all the Kingdoms of Azeroth came into being, there was a solitary High-Elf Wizard named Anulith. He lived in early Stormwind right where the Palace is now, in a simple house, built away from the center of the town (now the Old Center) He did not like humans but they pestered him anyway. (The reader should take note that the High-Elves of Azeroth looked down on their human cousins, in the years before the first Alliance) They came to him about all their problems, thinking that they would all "go away" with the proper application of magic. He shook his wisened head at their requests and instead gave time-tested advice and even gave (sometimes) a "placebo" spell that made them "think" that their problem had gone away. One day, when he was cleaning his small house, stacking his spells and singing in his singsong High-Elf language, an old man appeared at the door. "Wise one, teach me what you do." he said. "Go away and get your possesions then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no possesions" said the human in a humble retort. "Go then and proclaim your greatness to all of Stormwind then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no greatness." said the older human. "Give me all of your gold then." said Anulith. "Master, I have no gold to give." said the human. "Then you are indeed ready. Come in and help me create this potion I've been working on for weeks." said Anulith. "My name is Darnath." said the human. Anulith stood upright as shocked. "The prophecy is true then!" he exclaimed. "I know you, I know what you are to become, and what your Grandson is to become." said Anulith. "From your loins, a city shall be built, and it shall float in the air and draw all of Azeroth to it." quoted Anulith. Darnath said nothing, but was amazed at his new Master.
Chapter Two. Darnath the Magus and Yves the Gifted.
Years passed and the solitary Anulith returned to his homeland to take the Great Sleep in the Emerald Dream. Darnath was given the mantle of the Magus and he began to teach others. Pilsor the Dwarf, Garngan the Gnome, Liam the Blessed (human) and Fadmoor the High Elf all became his students. This became the basis of the University that was later centered at the Mages Tower in the Mages District. Darnath was careful to use everything that Anulith had taught him and even added some rituals and questions to the mix to prevent evil beings from becoming members of their group. He also began a process to explain, using science, the different elements of magic. Years later, students would either curse him under their breath or they would bless him, depending on their I.Q. Darnath suddenly vanished on an expedition to Kalimidor (which was as of yet, unclaimed by the Horde, but in two more years, the Horde would burst on the scene) Pilsor and Garngan set out to find their master and left the growing University in the hands of their fellow Masters. A student, Yves the Gifted, was already passing all of his courses and talked of a floating city in the sky as if it was a present reality. The Masters of the University promoted him to the rank of Exhalted Master and on that day, he revealed that he was the secret son of Darnath. They made him the Lord High Wizard and he became almost a potentate in his own right over Azeroth because of his wisdom and foreknowledge. The future Kings of Azeroth came to him, seeking a blessing in organizing the human towns and villages into Kingdoms. He gave his blessing and a stern warning: "The strongest of you is going to be asked to lead an Alliance against an alien invader from an alien world. It would have been best for all of you to unite into a single Kingdom, but your languages have already been divided by the Great Druid, from a time only remembered by the High Elves. When a leader arises, follow him, because he will save Azeroth from several horsemen. One horseman is Green and is alien. One is a Demon and One is Death itself." Then he said something cryptic, "The Alien is the servant of the Demon but beware of the horseman of Death, for he shall spring from the seed of Menthil." "Death shall utterly consume the north and the alien shall ravage all of Azeroth and settle in the land to the west." "The light shall come when the seed of the ruler of Stormwind shall discover the rent land to the south, then all things shall be known perfectly." said Yves. The Wizards were astonished at this prophecy.
Chapter Three: Timor Menthil and Tearthas Menthil.
Timor was a Cheiftan of the lands of the North. His family already ruled and owned most of the North and there was talk of making him the King, in order to unite against the coming threat. He was present when the old Wizard uttered his prophecy and everyone agreed that it was the gods of the Light that used him as a vessel to warn the beings of the world that a terrible and dark new era was coming. Timor did not agree with the prophecy and believed that it could be changed. He began to teach his son, Tearthas Menthil I, that the Light was the only way to rule and his son was made King instead of him because of past disputes with other cheiftans in the north. The Cheif of Alterac, seeing that the boy Tearthas was made King, seceeded and declared himself King of Alterac. His line was doomed to produce a traitor to the First Alliance. Thus relations between Lordereon and Alterac were strained at best. Under the boy King Tearthas, Lordereon was built up into a mighty city, with low taxes and free trade within the Kingdom of Lordereon. Stormwind crowned her King but it was a small and struggling Kingdom that often depended on Lordereon for settlers and financial support. She seemed doomed from the begining. She lost control of several lands to the south and struggled for years afterwards to recapture them. One of the graduates of the Magical University (as it was informally called at that time) was given a title of nobility and he proceeded to "outdo" his fellow nobles by building a great Castle in a rocky and barren area. He called it "Karazhan" and it was only discovered years later his dark secret and his ultimate undoing and the Castle's abandonment to it's magical horrors and ghosts.
Chapter Four: Pandaria.
Prince Anduin Wrynn was surprised to see an aged human he had never seen before. "Did you get here first?" asked the boy Prince to the ancient man at the Pools of Healing. The man was dressed as a Pandarian and wore a Pandarian hat. "No my son, these Pandarian were here first." said the old man. "Tell me who you are?" asked the boy. "Ah, if you studied your history, you would know me." said the old man. "Darnath the Exhalted?!" asked Anduin, extremely surprised. "Yes, and did you know that the Light let me see you before you were born? You, my son. You are the Dove of Peace that will lead the Alliance and the Horde to a lasting peace. That was the last bit that Yves withheld, and that is why you came to Pandaria. To find me and to hear the last bit of history. The End of History." said the Aged man. "It will never end, perhaps the wars will end, in time, but history will never end." said the boy Prince. "Listen, in later days, the Elves, your friends, will retreat into the Emerald Dream, the Dwarves will seal themselves into the mountains and the Orc will leave Azeroth for their homeworld. Azeroth will become the domain of man evermore." said the old man. "What of the Gnomes?" asked Anduin, already sad. "They will leave Azeroth as well in great ships and pursue their destiny." said the Old man. "The Light will transform the murlocs and the Naga into tiny creatures that will pose no threat to men, the gnolls will revert back to their dog-forms and will no more be a threat, all because the final demons of the world will be conquered by your grandson." said Darnath. Prince Wrynn paused, thinking of his beloved, a girl that he was betrothed to, who was of the line of Menthil. "The seed of Arthas and the seed of Wrynn will undo what the Orcs had began." said Anduin, remembering the ancient text he had read. "Yes, and now that you realize that you must return to Stormwind and marry your beloved. Within a year, your father will die in battle on a distant shore." continued an Old Night Elf that had appeared. "Anulith! My old master! You have returned!" said a surprised Darnath. "Yves will be with us shortly. He too, went into the Emerald Dream, his High Elf Blood allowed him to do so." said the High Elven spirit. "And when your father dies, you will be crowned King of Stormwind and Lordereon." said Yves, also a spirit. "Lordereon's darkness will be lifted and the undead will be defeated. By you. Thousands will follow you into Lordereon and settle there, the old city will be rebuilt and you will sit as King in the Citadel of the Kings of Lordereon." said Yves. "But here this, in the later years of your life, you will fight the new Lich King, a seed himself of Arthas and Deathwing, he will command the powers of hell and death as well as the elements, and for a time, all will seem to be lost, until your son saves you in combat, and you will die upon your bed in peace." said Yves. Then the spirits blessed him and all vanished, including the old man. Anduin turned to his Pandarien friends who had all fallen into a deep slumber. "Wake up, I am going home. Destiny calls."
THE END
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