The True Stories of the Sentinel and The Scourge

Chapter 4:Magina and Terrorblade : The Journey

It was a sunny morning and the sun was shining brightly. Bradwarden was staring out into the horizon as his ship, the head ship of the fleet sailed swiftly towards his destination, the Sentinel camp.

He had heard that this Sentinels was an alliance of creatures from many races, forming a resistance against the dreaded advancing Scourge army.

The Scourge was a massive army of the undead, bent on world domination and led by the evil Lich King. He had heard rumors that the Burning Legion, an evil army of demons from the twisting nether was about to make a comeback, after being defeated at Mount Hyjal, decades ago.

Usually, Bradwarden and his clan of centaurs did not meddle with matters of the outside world. They had been living in peace for years now in a secluded area in the Ashenvale forest until lately something had made Bradwarden, the leader of the clan, to make the decision to offer his services to the Sentinel.

A few days ago, their village had been attacked by an advance party sent by the Scourge to scout the woods. The party, consisting of five necromancers, ten ghouls and three abominations had entered their village and started attacking the centaurs.

The centaurs were stronger and outnumbered the advance party. Within minutes, the foul beasts were dead, never to rise again. Though their victory was fast, It was not without a price, Bradwarden's brother, Dragdar had been eaten alive before the other centaurs could rush to his aid.

Bradwarden made up his mind to take along most of the warriors in his clan to set sail by the next day.

"Hey cheif, take a look at this," Bradwarden was awakened from his reverie by a young centaur, one of his best pupils.

"Looks like rain, signal the rest to get prepared, we might be experiencing some rough weather soon." Bradwarden commanded, staring at the unusually dark sky. It had been sunny just an hour ago. He suspected something weird was happening but it was too early to make any conclusions, wise as he was, Bradwarden wasn't always right.

"And Stronghoof, tell the others not to let their guard down, we might be in for more than some bad weather," he called out to his pupil who was now hurrying away to signal the rest of the fleet.

Bradwarden sighed, he heaved his mighty axe from the deck and slung it on his side. He felt rather clumsy in his heavy platemail but it was tradition for centaurs to wear it when going to war. He had not used his armor and trusty battleaxe for a long time and was keen to use it to cleave some of the undead in half. "Soon old friend, soon," he said, patting his axe.

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Magina remembered the great times he and his brother had while they were playing together, twenty years ago. His thoughts were starting to drift away as terrorblade's spell continued to sap away what was left of Magina.

Magina remembered his father's last words to him before they parted, his father, furion, going to join the Sentinels while Magina went to search for his brother and some answers.

"Take care son, remember, you will never be alone, never."

The words brought warmth to Magina's heart, it gave him hope, something that he thought he had lost a long time ago.

Magina opened his eyes.

Terrorblade gasped in shock. "How? What?" was all he could manage before he felt something happening to him.

Magina's eyes burst into sapphire flames and a faint blue glow appeared around him. His brother's spell now felt like a warm breeze was blowing on him. The pain stopped. He remembered, he had once triggered this ability before unknowingly in a life threatening occasion, when one of his father's spells had missed and headed straight for Magina, it just glanced off the orb of light around him and hit the ceiling instead.

Terrorblade was suffocating. He felt his spell trying to suck the life force out of Magina but it was not working. It was as if he was sucking at a vaccum, a void. Shaking, terrorblade collapsed on the dirt. "No...," he wheezed, coughing dryly.

"Don't play with fire, you might get burnt," Magina look sadly at his brother. "Mess with demon magic and things like this happen."

Summoning up his remaining energy, Magina said a short incantation in night elf tongue. An orange sphere of light gathered in his palms.

Terrorblade had once experienced this spell before, but at that time his brother had not mastered it yet. It was designed to fill up the opponent's empty mana pool with a powerfull energy that would implode, decimating the target from the inside.

With a sweeping motion, he jumped and used his advantage over his brother to escape. He flew away utilising his massive demon wings.

"Damn! I should have known." Magina cursed. His spell could not hit his brother now. He was too far.

Suddenly, Magina had an idea, running very fast in the opposite direction heading towards a steady oak, he suddenly jumped up and used his momentum to kick off from the tree.

Looking back, Terrorblade frowned. This was the end for him. First a powerful spell shield and now this...

The moment Magina was within range of his brother, he took careful aim and thrusted his open palms up.

A ball of hot energy with a swirling tail resembling a comet raced at terrorblade.

He closed his eyes and waited for the impact. It was over.

Nothing happened.

Behind terrorblade, Magina stared in horror as his Mana Void hit a sheild that consisted of a few glowing neon blue interconnecting rings. It materialised around his brother and started rotating.

The explosion as his spell hit the shield was massive, a wave of energy that was created as the shield exploded hit Magina. Pain beyond pain. Magina was blasted away and plummeted to the ground with a crash.

Terrorblade stared at what just happened. An area about 300 feet around him had been totally destroyed. Not wanting to waste his chance, he flew away into the night. "Another time brother, another time."

Magina stared up at the moon. His vision was blur, he was disoriented but he could make out a figure standing twenty feet away from him. A tall knight with snow white hair and an evil frost aura around him was staring at Magina.

Slowly, he unsheathed a sword. Magina had never seen such a sword before, it seemed cursed and evil yet there was a certain beauty about it.

The knight raised the sword and was about to impale Magina when suddenly..

BANG BANG BANG

Three powerful shots broke the stillness of the night.

As Magina's vision faded and blacked out, he saw the knight hastily mount his ride and rode away.

"Yer be allrite, lad, just stay wit me, hang in ther" a gruff voice voice came from somewhere to his right. Magina tried to lift his head but could do nothing as darkness swallowed him and his vision went black.