Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Chapter 3

~Erro's POV~

We arrived at Stormwind by nightfall. I hurried up the steps of King Llane's keep, wincing with the pressure I put on my wounded leg. I burst through the doors, and the guards jumped to swing their weapons toward me. I hobbled over to the table King Llane was at. "My lord, I need to speak with you!" I yelled as I climbed the steps. His eyes widened when he saw me. His mouth fell agape as he noticed the blood soaked cloth around the cut and my limp. "Now." Llane nodded fervently, "Of course. Follow me. Khadgar, I'm sorry, but this will have to wait."

Khadgar... I paused mid-step, peering at the man in the same old blue cloak with the silver clasp. He had aged quite well since he had renounced his vows. It had been some time since that day he left without so much as a goodbye. I shook off the feeling, following Llane into a separate room. Lothar followed us. "What is it, Erro. Lothar, tend to her wound, please."

"Thank you, Lothar."

"Thank you for helping with the bandits today."

"My pleasure. Anyway, after the bandits were dealt with, I felt this strange coldness." I hunched up my shoulders at the memory of the chill that gripped me. "I went with my gut and stumbled upon a town, burning."

"Why?"

"I put out one of the houses and looked inside. All the belongings remained exactly as they had been, minus a few chairs that had seemed to have fallen over."

"But why?"

"I am getting there, Llane." I winced as Lothar poured water on the cut. "Then, a giant... creature appeared in the doorway. I tried to ask it who or what it was. It didn't seem to understand, and it attacked me. Llane, that creature was as tall as me but thrice times wider. It was huge, and it had a giant wolf outside to carry it."

"How did you escape it?"

"I went invisible, tore my cloak to tie over the wound, but then I used my magic to translate its words. Llane, it mentioned Azeroth as if it was a foreign world... I'm sure you know of the War Of The Ancients."

"Yes, yes, I do. Do you think the creature has others with it?"

"I do not know for sure, but for it to burn a whole town with no survivors? I believe it does, yes. I believe that it and its brethren came from another world, just like the Burning Legion in the War Of The Ancients."

"But during that time, the Burning Legion had Queen Azshara to allow them through."

"Perhaps they had someone strong enough on the other side to allow themselves through. Maybe a strong warlock is here, allowing them through. I do not know, but I know we must proceed with caution."

"Perhaps this has to do with what that mage out there is talking about."

"Yes, Khadgar, what has he told you?"

"He was snooping around a garrison not too far from here. He examined one of the bodies, and it expelled a green... cloud."

"What did Khadgar call it?"

"He said Medivh should be the one to explain it. When I asked how a garrison of thirty men could disappear without a whisper, he said the fel." My body turned cold and rigid. "But... That's i-impossible. The fel has n-no place on Azeroth. It can not be."

"He says he is sensing something."

"So did I just earlier today, but how could he have sensed it for so long."

"Could you be... partially immune to the fel."

"No, my heritage would just make me able to sense it even stronger. The moment it touched the Earth, I should've been able to feel it."