[Continuation of my book "Of Fond Memories" but this time it isn't combined with Skyrim. It's purely dedicated for WoW Oneshots] In a world which is under the constant threat of demons, old gods and the faction war of Alliance and Horde, there is little room to appreciate kindness, let alone "love"... or is it?

Thrall and Khadgar both gaped at the champion, who was running straight towards the army of Iron Horde that came towards them, weapon grasped in hand. Both horde and alliance armies paused, everyone waiting with bated breath what in the world their hero was doing.