The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 9

"Terrorblade!" Magina yelled. "I know you are out there! Get out here now! Fight me like a man!" A demonic shadow materialised in front of the Anti-Mage.

"Oh, why should I, brother?" spat the reflection in a deep, dark voice. The reflection split into two, the four, then eight, surrounding Magina.

"Your illusions don't fool me," uttered Magina. He turned, and threw a knife at the reflection. Instantly, the reflection vaporised, taking the rest of the reflections with it. "I know all your tricks. Come out now to spare your shame." A pair of gargoyle like wings loomed  above Magina, casting a shadow upon him. I thump sounded behind Magina. He turned around, facing his twin brother. They look identical, except the fact that Terrorblade had massive wings that count wrap around himself and bull like horns.

"It has been a while," said Terrorblade, amused. "How is the family going?" Magina growled.

"State your business here, traitor." spat Magina.

"Oh, brother dear, is this what you say to me after we have parted for such a long time?" Said Terrorblade, taken back. "But since you ask so sincerely," he wheeled around, staring at Magina. "I have come," he walked backwards. "To bring havoc!" 

A Scourge insignia shimmered above the boundaries of the Sentinel, glowing a black and white colour. Immediately, the insignia pulsed, sending a wave of energy throughout the base. Magina can barely make out an army of Scourge marching into their base when he was pinned down by his brother.

"Not so fast, brother," he chuckled. "We still have things to settle between us." With that, he grabbed Magina and took off, flying fast as one would not think those clumsy wings would. But he was gone. One second Magina was in his arms, the other he was not. Terrorblade glanced around, confused.

"You don't know anything about me, brother." said a voice below Terrorblade. Growling, Terrorblade lashed out towards the voice that seemingly sounded like his brother's. But he was not there. Terrorblade wheeled around the sky.

"Show yourself!" Yelled the Demon. And so did he get his request. Magina materialised on top of his twin brother, taking him down. Terrorblade furiously swung around, trying to get him of his back, but all this won't work to the warrior that has been through far worse. Magina pinned his brother down, with one moon blade held high.

"You just don't know me, brother," said Terrorblade hollowly.

"What?" Before Magina realised it, he was covered in black smoke. Coughing and wheezing, Magina climbed out of the smoke. He glanced back. What was suppose to be his brother had turned into a black, tarnished rock. Magina punched the floor. He glanced up. And that was when he realised how much havoc the Scourge has brought. It was a massacre. Bodies littered the land, dyeing it blood red. Buildings were on fire, and so was the heart of nature.