Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Chapter 1

A/N: This is really just a stupid idea I got during the Warcraft movie. This has been your warning. -A.H.

~Erro's POV~

I am Erro. Ever since my only friend left the Kirin Tor, I have wandered the world, helping those in need, searching for him. Without him there, I was no one. I was an outcast. He always made me feel welcome, despite my dark, virulent past.

I am the daughter of Illidan Stormrage and one of his concubines. She told me all about what he did, and she told me he was a great man. Key word, was. He was always filled with great intentions. If you know nothing of the events of the War of the Ancients, you are probably lost, let me explain.

Ahem...

First of all, my father. Not all of this will make sense at first, but it comes into play with the story.

My father, as I said was a great man, and he wanted to become a druid as a young child, like my uncle. However, the sorcery called to him in a way the magic of the land did not. He became a practitioner of the Highborne's magic. He had amber eyes, which, at the time, the night elven people believed was a sign of great destiny.

Way back when, almost ten thousand years before today, the night elves used the magic given to them by the Well of Eternity. They used it recklessly under Queen Azshara, the old ruler of the elven people and the ruler of the Highborne. Azshara and her counselor Xavius were finding ways to take in more and more power from the well. This was noticed by the Burning Legion, who felt the potent ripples of magic being given by the reckless use of magic. Sargeras saw the fledgling world of Azeroth and wanted to destroy it and take the energies for himself and his insatiable hunger.

Queen Azshara was overcome by the ecstasy of the magic and succumbed to Sargeras' undeniable power. She granted him entry into the world. Once Sargeras' Burning Legion was ready, they flooded from the well, turning elven cities to ash in the night as they slept. Leaving nothing but ash and sorrow. Kalimdor's spires collapsed from giant meteors from the sky, Doomguards marched through the fields, killing everyone in their path, Felhounds ravaged the countryside unopposed.

It fell upon my uncle, Malfurion Stormrage, as even the night elven warriors were pushed back again and again. With my father being a practitioner of the Highborne's magic, he convinced Illidan to forsake his dangerous obsession. Malfurion then set out to find and muster a resistance force. The beautiful young priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind, agreed to accompany the brothers in the name of Elune. Though Malfurion and Illidan shared a love for the idealistic priestess, Tyrande's heart belonged to Malfurion alone. Illidan was deeply in love with Tyrande, but knew that his heartache was nothing compared to the pain of his magical addiction.

Just as an addict struggles through withdrawal, so did my father with the pull of magic. With Tyrande's support, he pushed through and helped Malfurion find the reclusive demigod, Cenarius. Cenarius agreed to help by calling on the aid of the ancient dragons. Cenarius also called on the spirits of the enchanted forests to help with the ground assault.

Meanwhile, Queen Azshara wailed in anticipation for Sargeras' arrival. She called on the top tier of her Highborne followers to link together to make a gateway big enough for Sargeras to travel through. Malfurion, seeing the well as the Legion's link to the physical world, insisted it must be destroyed.

Now, after this, the story tells of Illidan's betrayal to Malfurion, creating a second Well selfishly for himself. The story says he felt no remorse and promised to guard the well with all of his power.

However, we do not speak about what was happening inside Illidan's mind. Behind the scenes of the physical exterior. The idea did appall him, for he saw the well as the source of his power's and the elves' immortality. He also saw an admiration for a magical purity that laid beneath the Legion's chaotic behaviour. While the elves struggled to hold their ground, the Legion's numbers seemed to never diminish. Then, the satyr, Xavius, seized on his doubts, exploiting his confusion to plant seeds of doubt and distrust in his mind. 

These mind games led my father to turn to the Burning Legion's power, to seek it. While, in his mind, this was to help defeat the Burning Legion. In his mind, he was trying to help his brother. In his mind, he had never left his brother's side. However, in reality, he helped them by giving Sargeras the demon soul to open the portal.

Meanwhile, my father was in love, as I said above, with Tyrande. He was brash in trying to impress her, much like a teenage boy, and he often used magic. Which was not what Tyrande looked for. For a while, many knew she had chosen Malfurion. Xavius knew this, and he used it to his advantage. Xavius convinced Illidan that if Malfurion were to die, Illidan would no longer have a rival for Tyrande's love. At last, the sight of Tyrande in the arms of his brother shattered his final ties to the defenders.

After so long of being strong, my father broke. Now, tell me, is that a crime? Is it a crime to try and fail? I do admit, the things he did afterward were awful, but the monster who did those things was not my father. My father was a man who tried his best to impress the woman he loved. Who tried to be as great as his brother. Who tried to put off his addiction, because he had seen that it was leading to nothing but the death of his people. My father was a man with amber eyes. My father was a man with a great destiny,

And he was corrupted by the fel as much as it has corrupted everything else it touched.

My father WAS a great man.