Wars to Come - Short Story by A. Hakeem English Report

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“Chief Blackhand of the Blackrock clan disagreed in bringing their forces to march with us, Doomhammer. Says it’s a lost cause. Maybe you should speak some sense into that brat” Said Chief Whitefyre of the Whitefang tribe

“If the blackhand doesn’t want to fight for them then bugger them. I am not going to kiss their arse and cajole them into joining the war. Let them cower in fear. When I return from the wars to come, they are off the horde.” Doomhammer replied,

They took off knowing the fact that the Doomhammer and the vast majority of the horde will banish the Blackrocks once they return.

Crossing countless desert and plains, they were determined to destroy the Scourge and get rid of the undead that were threatening the people of the Horde. The journey was vast and long, but all that’s important is the horde was determined. It was time to find out where the scourge were.

The Oracle is a hard man to break. However, he isn’t spurious, he tells the truth, but it is he who decides what to tell and what not to tell. He is the one who knows all information and has a thousand eyes and one, but what’s important to the horde is that he is under the protection of the Alliance, the major faction of the Humans and Elves. They fought the horde constantly, unless it’s an era of peace. Doomhammer the risks they are taking once they try to dig the information out of the Oracle himself. The human’s will take retribution, but Doomhammer doesn’t care. He knows that the humans eventually will help them take down the Scourge, once they see and know what was going on in the Shadow Isles.

“The Humans will attempt to defend the Oracle, once they know that we are beating information out of him.” Says chief Whitefyre

“Let them try. They will eventually know why we needed the Oracle. One way or another, the Scourge will destroy Dracaros if we lose the war.” Doomhammer replied,

At long last, they have arrived at Helios, the tower of the Oracle himself. The entrance is warded by several spells and incantations; only the highest ranks of the Horde warlocks could open it. The tower itself is over 100 feet tall, with humanoid forms of clouds covering the rooftop. This was no easy task for Doomhammer.

“Warlocks, destroy the gate!” shouted Doomhammer, as he gives the command to start the raid of Helios.

Chapter 3: And the Wars to Come

Fifty bloodriders marched on top the tower of Helios, and commenced the raid against the Oracle. The drum of war started ringing, half the tower was destroyed, but the Oracle was nowhere to be found. The tower was empty. It felt like somehow the Oracle already knows what was happening, but Doomhammer didn’t have a single care. He destroyed every path blocking his way, crushed every wooden door, and lifted all the iron bars, but nothing. The Oracle was nowhere.

“Where is he? Where is that god-forsaken Oracle? Shouted Doomhammer

“He isn’t in the tower. Nobody is, warchief.” A grunt replied

The Oracle knows what was going on. While all seems hopeless, a golden, flower encrusted key was sitting in the main desk. Ever so silently, just watching.

But Doomhammer noticed. By the gods, he did. He took the key and switch was pulled from underneath it. A golden box was revealed. He opened the box.

Inside, was a small piece of letter,

Dearest warchief.

Greetings from helios. I expected your arrival sooner. I wanted to gather the Horde for a better purpose of life. I am the Oracle, but I wish to reveal something that you might find interesting. I gathered all of you for a reason. I want the Horde and the alliance to partake in the wars to come. I am an anomaly of power. I am anthropomorphous, but most of all, I wish to save the world. Meet me at Stormpeak canyon. We have much to discuss.

The Warchief assembled the men, and ride to Stormpeak canyon, where they partake in the wars to come.