Wings of Warcraft

by astralwrath

Magic, Trees & The Holy Light

Author's Note:

Whew! Sorry for the wait, everypony. I've been busy (aka suffering from writer's block), but her it is. It might be a bit... confusing or oddly worded, but it will get better. I just need a few weeks to regain my writing skills.

Any who, hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. And, WoW players, that you're enjoying Legion.

One month ago, three winged ponies fell from the sky onto various parts of Azeroth. One month ago, they met five leaders of both the Horde and the Alliance. And one month ago, they learned the Lich King had awoken.

All three learned about him. How he raised the dead as his army. How he planned on destroying everyone on Azeroth and adding them amongst the ranks of the Scourge. And how he was once the crown prince of Lordaeron before the original Lich King’s voice invaded his mind and took control.

In Stormwind, Twilight lived within the keep at Varian’s invitation and learned the art of arcane magic from a man known as Archmage Malin. She had parted ways with Lysandre, for the paladin had been asked to head to Northrend to fight with the Lich King’s armies. Malin was a patient and kind teacher, showing Twilight ways to use magic that she had never dreamed possible. She could fire beams, blasts, bullets, balls. She could conjure food, turn humans into sheep and make herself invisible. Her teleportation was a lot faster and her skill over magic increased tenfold. She was soon heading out into Westfall and Duskwood to test her abilities, bringing back news of how she had settled disputes. Of course, being an Element of Harmony, Twilight knew how to do this, but the greatest dispute between Alliance and Horde had yet to be solved.

Fluttershy was brought under Adrelaria’s wing to be taught druidism. She chose to follow a healing path, since it was the one that rarely engaged in combat, yet Adrelaria still taught the shy pegasus how to cast spells that related to the celestial bodies above, how to transform into a ferocious cat, a roaring bear, a swift raven and a sleek otter. But above all, Fluttershy learned how to communicate better than before with the nature around her. It was beautiful and Fluttershy loved every second of it.

It was Rainbow, however, who was having a little trouble. She had travelled to Ogrimmar and back to the Undercity under the Dark Lady’s command, only to be thrown under the tutelage of a blood elf paladin who worked with Sylvanas. The experienced warrior had sensed the Light flowing through Rainbow and had asked Caine if he could teach her. Caine agreed and remained in the Undercity to keep a close eye on his friend. Rainbow learned how to call upon the Light, wield a sword in between her hooves and purge the darkness from all those around her. However, she was forced to train far from the Forsaken, due to their extreme sensitivity towards the Light.

The skills of the three ponies improved and their knowledge increased over time, yet none had seen each other for over a month and neither had been contacted by the leaders who had promised to find their friends. They were growing worried.

But fear not, friends, for the three will soon find themselves in the northern part of Kalimdor, where a war wages between the Alliance and the Horde.

. . . . . . . . . .

Twilight couldn’t help but marvel at the large tree known as Teldrassil. She had spent the majority of the trip reading up on the night elves, who’s home she would be visiting the moment she stepped off this ship. Twilight wondered if Fluttershy was here. The night elves loved nature, and Fluttershy loved animals. It seemed fitting that they would be together.

Closing her book with magic, Twilight closed her eyes and opened a small opening into the storage plane. She dropped the book inside and closed the hole. It was convenient, the storage plane. She could pull out anything in there in the blink of an eye.

“Twilight Sparkle? We’re here,” a voice said, though Twilight could tell the boat had stopped moving.

She smiled the dark-haired soldier and stood, “Thank you.”

The man grinned back, “A pleasure, ma’am.” He gave a short bow and walked off, whistling to himself. Twilight’s smile widened and she hurried off onto the dock. Varian had told her to speak with the high priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, but Twilight had no idea where to find her.

Perhaps I should ask a night elf, Twilight thought to herself. They’ll probably know where the high priestess is.

Sweeping back her mane, Twilight trotted into Rut’theran Village, her gaze fixed on the strange tree on the top of the hill. It was covered in runes and its roots pushed it up off the ground, leaving a space underneath that glowed with a pink light. On either side stood two creatures who could only be night elves, with silver eyes, purple skin and long ears. They stood taller than even Varian Wrynn and both were female.

Twilight approached the one to the right and asked, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find High Priestess Tyrande?”

The night elf smiled softly, “Indeed. She resides within the Temple of Elune. If you step underneath that tree, it will take you to Darnassus. The building made of white stone to the right is where she resides.”

“Thank you,” Twilight said, dipping her head. She hastened into the portal and felt the familiar sensation of teleporting, where space squeezed in around her before spitting her back out into an entirely new location. Now, she stood before a vast city, who’s buildings of wood and rock were far more elegant than Stormwind’s, though Twilight found that the human capital beheld a more majestic air.

As the night elf below had said, a large building to the right loomed above the rest, made of pristine white stone. It did indeed look the part of a temple and reflected the night elven architecture Twilight had seen so far.

Twilight began to trot down the paths and across bridges, trying to find a scenic route that would lead to the temple. She passed many night elves, whether they be Sentinels, druids, priestesses or commoners. All of them, strangely enough, did not give her a second glance.

Perhaps I was right and Fluttershy really is here, Twilight thought, excitement springing up in her chest. She increased her pace and raced through the Tradesmen’s Terrace towards the Temple of Elune.

“TWILIGHT?!” a voice cried out suddenly, louder than the alicorn remembered.

Spinning around, Twilight turned to see Fluttershy, a happy, healthy Fluttershy, flying towards her as fast as a Wonderbolt. She collided with the alicorn and sent the two of them rolling along the path and into a tall patch of grass.

Twilight couldn’t believe it. She had found her friend. She threw her hooves around Fluttershy, who returned the gesture in kind. Twilight couldn’t help but feel a unique magical aura drifting off the pegasus.

“Oh, Twi! I was so worried!” Fluttershy said in her normal, soft voice. To Twilight, it was music to her ears. The best of music, better than the Pony Tones. She hugged Fluttershy tighter and refused to let go.

“I’m so glad your safe. I can’t believe you’re here. Oh, Fluttershy,” Twilight whispered and finally released her friend. The two stood facing one another, both with the same happy, relieved looks on their faces.

“Have you seen Rainbow?” Fluttershy asked, looking beyond Twilight as if she expected to see the cyan pegasus appear at any moment.

Twilight’s heart dropped. So Rainbow was still out there, away from them. “No, I haven’t. I was hoping you had.”

Fluttershy briefly looked dejected, but then she said confidently, “Well, she’ll be fine. It’s Rainbow we’re talking about. No way she’ll get herself… killed.” She glanced away.

“Well, um, Fluttershy, do you want to come meet Tyrande with me? I was asked by King Varian to help her in Ashenvale,” Twilight said hastily, trying to change the subjects.

“I’ve already met her, but sure. Maybe I can come with you. To Ashenvale. Just let me find Adrelaria first,” Fluttershy replied.

Twilight frowned, “Who?”

“Me,” a musical voice said lightly from behind Twilight. She spun around to see a night elf with moon white hair and silver eyes. She had deep purple scratch-like tattoos over her eyes and a black and red leather outfit. A small dagger hung at her waist.

“Oh, hello,” Twilight stuttered, uncertain of what to say. Just like Twilight, Fluttershy had met someone in this world who she had befriended. Twilight wondered how Lysandre was doing in Northrend. He had contacted her via an enchanted mirror numerous times and Twilight felt he was her closest friend from Azeroth.

Adrelaria dipped her head and greeted Twilight, “Ishnu-alah, Twilight Sparkle. My name is Adrelaria Shadeheart of Lor’danel.”

“Nice to meet you, Adrelaria. It’s an honour,” Twilight replied smoothly, having accustomed herself to the different dialect used in Azeroth.

“Lari, we’re going to have a word with the high priestess about Ashenvale. It would be good experience, wouldn’t it?” Fluttershy said, approaching Adrelaria on soft hooves.

“Certainly. But it’s a disputed land. The Horde is attacking the Alliance as we speak in those leafy forests,” Adrelaria warned, her eyes never leaving Fluttershy’s.

“That’s why I’m here,” Twilight said somewhat coldly. Why was Adrelaria preventing Fluttershy from going with her? “To help put a stop to them.”Twilight turned and began to head towards the Temple of the Moon. “Come on Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy trotted after Twilight and said softly, “Don’t be mean. Adrelaria’s been really nice to me.”

“I wasn’t being mean, but we have to hurry! Ashenvale could fall at any moment! And she doesn’t seem to want me near you” Twilight hissed back.

“The night elves aren’t that incapable of defending themselves. And she knows I can’t fight. I’m a healer and she’s a tank. We work well together. Apart, it’s harder,” Fluttershy pointed out, a hint of anger in her tone. Twilight looked at Fluttershy in surprise. One month in Azeroth and she had changed.

“Oh,” Twilight mumbled as the two of them ascended the steps along the side of the Temple of the Moon. The large building loomed up to their left, tinted purple from the leaves of trees.

The two ponies remained silent all the way to the Temple’s entrance, which was when Adrelaria had caught up with them and taken the lead, walking towards one of the ramps spiralling up to a balcony rimming the dome above. Twilight admired the beauty of the Temple. The church in Stormwind had a holy aura, this one was more ethereal.

They made their way up the ramp and around to where the high priestess and the archdruid usually stood, but only Malfurion was there, his silver eyes scanning a piece of parchment in between his hands. He looked up as Fluttershy, Twilight and Adrelaria approached.

“Archdruid,” Adrelaria said, bowing deeply. Fluttershy did the same, lowering the front half of her body to the floor. Twilight dipped her head politely before she stepped forward and spoke.

“Where is High Priestess Tyrande? I bring word from King Varian,” she said sharply, her magenta eyes fixed on Malfurion.

Malfurion, unfazed by Twilight’s tone, smiled and replied, “She left a few minutes ago for Ruth’eran Village. She is going to Ashenvale, and would like you, Fluttershy, and you, Adrelaria, to accompany her.” He folded the parchment and added, “As for you, ambassador of Stormwind, I can only assume you are Twilight Sparkle, a friend of Fluttershy’s?”

“Indeed I am,” Twilight said, turning to smile at Fluttershy. She returned the gesture with her own and stepped closer to the princess.

Malfurion chuckled and added, “Well, let’s hope you find that Rainbow Dash of yours, eh? Is there anything Varian wished to tell me?”

Twilight shook her head, “Nothing, Archdruid. It’s for Tyrande about Ashenvale as well as Northrend.”

Malfurion frowned, “Northrend? Well, I suppose the Lich King will affect us all. I understand. May Elune guide your path, friends.”

The two ponies left, noticing that Adrelaria had vanished. Fluttershy frowned and said to herself, “Where’s Adrelaria?”

Twilight shrugged and said nothing. She spread her wings and took to the air, diving down towards the exit. Fluttershy followed, a little slower. The two were lost in thought, specifically about the changes each one had gone through. Fluttershy was braver. Twilight was harsher. So what about Rainbow Dash?

. . . . . . . . . .

“So, young paladin,, you and this hunter are to head to Ashenvale and retake those forests filled with resources in the name of the Horde,” Garrosh Hellscream commanded, his amber eyes bring into the magenta ones of the blue pegasus, garbed entirely in silver armour.

“Yes, Warchief,” Rainbow said sharply, standing at attention. Beside her, Caine bowed his head low and rumbled his own assent.

Garrosh grinned, “Excellent. You two have truly become exceptional additions to my army. Why I sent you to watch Sylvanas, Caine, is a mystery to me. Your talents were wasted on her.”

Inwardly, Rainbow winced. Despite her pledges to the Warchief, she had done a lot in the name of the Banshee Queen. Sylvanas had found a paladin trainer for Rainbow, given her a place to stay where she wouldn’t die by plague. It had been an unusual act from the Banshee Queen, and very appreciated.

Garrosh dismissed the two and they left Grommash Hold, Rainbow still frowning under her helm. Claire and Caine strolled next to her, both on high alert for any suspicious activity. Many had not liked Rainbow’s brightly-coloured fur, since it distracted those who entered from the terrifying structures of Orgimmar. Caine had then bought armour for Rainbow in order to hide her.

“So, are we flying to Ashenvale or are we walking?” Rainbow asked as Caine veered onto the path and started to head towards the elevators.

“Flying’s fastest, but we can always enjoy the scenery. I mean, it’s flat plains or destroyed forest,” Caine replied drily.

Rainbow rolled her eyes, “Alright, alright. We’ll fly. D’you think we’ll get in a real fight? Not like those mindless undead. I mean Alliance members.”

The two boarded the elevator as Caine replied, “Probably. The night elves live in Ashenvale, and they’re a part of the Alliance. No doubt there’ll be a skirmish or two.”

“Awesome!” Rainbow exclaimed, leaping into the air, wings flapping. “I can’t wait to put my new powers to the test.”

Caine laughed, “Don’t get cocky, now. The night elves are still trained warrior, and they’ve had way more experience than you or I.”

“Whatever. We’ll still beat ‘em,” Rainbow said, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if she could actually stand against sentinels who had been fighting since before even Celestia and Luna had existed.

Twi, Flutters, where are you? Rainbow thought, suddenly feeling a tug at her heart. She wished she could see them again and wondered where they were in this war-torn world.

She hoped they were close by.

Comments

[Valiant Charge]

Ohh friends on opposite sides? This is not gonna be good.

[Commander Darklight]

this shall be epic

behold the greatest shitstorm of our time is upon us

[jaroslav]

She could conjure food, turn humans into sheep.

Twilight can do more than that.

[astralwrath]

@jaroslav: I appreciate your comments. They are quite helpful. Of course I may have slipped up in many things, from Canterlot's grandeur and Rainbow's personality. But as this is not one hundred percent canon, some changes can be done. As for Twilight's magic, I was implying what she had learned, not her magic in general. I hope that helped, and once again thank you for your remarks.