All in this fic belongs to Blizzard! Ocs belongs to Stephen and Amber!

 

 

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Simple horns blew to announce the Illidari. Illidan swallowed when he went inside. The leaders all looked at him. Few had fear in their eyes while others had hate. There was a handful that seemed to be happy to see him. Tyrande stood.

 

 

“Here stands before you members of the Illidari,” she started, “each race is represented to show the equality and peace of-”

 

 

“Hold on a minuet,” interrupted Kurdran, “each race? There’s two humans in the group.”

 

 

Illidan nodded at Raknaal. Raknaal stepped forward. Varian smirked. He knew what was going to happen. Raknaal howled as his body turned black. There was green lines and swirls on his body as it swelled and changed form before the green had disappeared, leaving a blacked furred worgen. Malfurion was concerned.

 

 

That wasn’t a normal worgen transformation, he thought.

 

 

He wasn’t alone in that thought. Genn had a worried look on his maw.

 

 

“As I was saying,” Tyrande said, “each race is represented to show the equality and peace of the Alliance. They come here, wishing to aid us.”

 

 

Illidan felt the eyes on him. His hand was shaking a bit. He was very nervous.

 

 

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fearless chased the druid ’till they got to the bank. The druid turned back into a female night elf with long purple hair. She glared at Fearless, but that didn’t stop him. Fearless jumped on her whiling licking her face. The druid fall on her butt, laughing.

 

 

“Fearless, no,” said Varendar, “bad boy.”

 

 

Fearless wined and got off of the druid. Varendar helped her up.

 

 

“Sorry about that,” he said.

 

 

“No,” the druid said, “you’re fine…um…”

 

 

“Varendar Moonblood,” he introduce himself.

 

 

The druid bowed.

 

 

“Isabell Greenleaf,” she introduced, “but everyone calls me Brightspot.”

 

 

“Hmm,” said Varendar, “any relation to Vaeelairan Greenleaf?”

 

 

He met the old dead druid once, before he departed after getting released. Brightspot gasped.

 

 

“You know my cousin?” she asked.

 

 

Varendar nodded.

 

 

“How is he?” she asked, “where did you meet him at? I her you got him released. What did he do?”

 

 

Varendar raised his hands up. She was asking too many questions at once.

 

 

“Whoa,” he said, “one at a time.”

 

 

“Oh sorry,” said Brightspot, “what exactly did he do to get jailed?”

 

 

“He stole a priestess’ night saber,” Varendar answered, “and was a member of the Illidari.”

 

 

Brightspot blinked.

 

 

“But the Illidari is an army full of…” she said before tears were in her eyes, “he’s dead…”

 

 

she started to cry. Fearless gave his master a look. Varendar glared at him before he tried to comfort Brightspot.

 

 

“Illidan,” she said suddenly with anger, “where is he?”

 

 

Varendar swallowed.

 

 

What have I done? He asked him self.

 

 

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everyone was arguing about if they should let Illidan in or not. Varian sighed and stood. Everyone went silent.

 

 

“I, for one, welcome them and will let them step foot into Stormwind,” he stated.

 

 

Thurgas snorted.

 

 

“Yeah and let him destroy it,” he commented, “need I remind you what he was called and what he did in Outland?”

 

 

Gimbin gritted his teeth and stood up.

 

 

“Gimbin, what are you doing?” Thurgas asked.

 

 

Illidan held his breath. That’s when Malfurion noticed the Drianie Illidari, Zenius, look nervously at the dwarf.

 

 

“He will not betray us,” Gimbin said, “he saved me in Northend.”

 

 

Everyone started to whisper to each other.

 

 

“The Dark Irons want you yo elaborate on this,” said Drukan.

 

 

Zenius started to fidget while the nervous look was on Illidan’s face now.

 

 

“The Litch King had killed the rest if the group I was with,” started Gimbin, “he had ordered Illidan to finish me off, but he didn’t. He somehow managed to break the Litch King’s hold on him. Illidan changed, took me, and flew off before the Litch King, him self, killed me.”

 

 

“What do you mean by flew off?” asked archmage Tervosh.

 

 

“He means nothing by it,” Illidan said.

 

 

He knew it made have looked bad on his part, but he didn’t want that form to be known. That form that he was given to test out. That form that was now in others. Gimbin looked at Illidan, who didn’t look back at the dwarf. Amendous sighed and stood.

 

 

“I, my self, have been saved by him,” he said, “but it was back when he was a demon. We were attacked by a scouting party of the legion. We thought, for sure, we would die ’till Illidan came and killed most of them.”

 

 

Everyone was now looking from Gimbin, to Amendous, to Varian, and then to Illidan.

 

 

“I guess the Bronzebeards will welcome you then,” said Thurgas.

 

 

Everyone else soon followed.

 

 

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Jarode was walking along the path between Craftsmen and Tradesmen Terrace. He heard an arrow hit the target dummy below. Jarode looked at the dummy. There was an arrow stuck on the head. He then looked for the person who shoot it. He was expecting to see a hunter standing a bit far away from the dummy. What he didn’t expect to see was Varendar standing where the forest ends and Darnassus begins.

 

 

“Nice shoot!” Jarode yelled to him.

 

 

“Thanks!” Varendar yelled back, “do you mind getting the arrow for me!? I kind of shoot too high for fearless to get it!”

 

 

That’s when Jarode noticed the wolf looking up at him. He went to the dummy, got the arrow, and walked to Varendar.

 

 

“Thanks again,” Varendar said.

 

 

Jarode nodded.

 

 

“I’m surprised you can hit it from this far,” he commented.

 

 

Varendar smiled.

 

 

“I practice like this when I started out,” he said, “I like to snipe things.”

 

 

Jarode looked at him with a smile. He noted the blue eyes.

 

 

“You’re highborn,” Jarode said, “that’s interesting.”

 

 

“Yeah,” Varendar said before shooting again.

 

 

This time the arrow was in the chest. Varendar lowered his bow while Fearless went to get the arrow.

 

 

“You’re Maiev’s brother, Jarode, right?” Varendar asked.

 

 

“Yes,” Jarode answered, “and you must be Varendar Moonblood.”

 

 

Varendar snorted.

 

 

“Am I so famous that the great hero, Jarode, knows me?” he asked, “or did your sister told you?”

 

 

“She told me Jarode answered.

 

 

“Figures,” Varendar said as he took his arrow back from Fearless.

 

 

Varendar loaded it and two more arrows. He sighed.

 

 

“I’ll be glad to leave this place,” he commented.

 

 

“Do you not like it here?” Jarode.

 

 

“Filthy highborn!” someone shouted.

 

 

Jarode looked to see two female night elves.

 

 

“Go back to Dire Maul!” the other yelled.

 

 

Varendar shoot. One arrow was in the head, one in the chest, and one in the crotch area.

 

 

“Not at all,” Varendar answered.

 

 

“Varendar!” they herd Illidan shout.

 

 

They looked. Illidan had his arms crossed and didn’t look too happy. Brightspot was behind him. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouthed. Varendar swallowed.

 

 

“Jarode,” he said, “it was nice knowing you.”

 

 

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The whole Zenius Illidan thing is like this: Illidan was a test rat for a form that worked out so well that it was put into others, but they where some how connected to Illidan. They can feel what he feels, they can read each others minds, ect. That’s why Zenius acted like he did.

 

 

Also screw lore in this chapter! XD I just wanted to add something nice for Illidan to do while still a demon.

 

All in this fic belong to Blizzard! Oc’s belong to Amber and Stephen!

Note: There is a bonus chapter after this one!

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The fight in Ashenvale had finally ended. Varendar, once again, was laying on the ground tried. Fearless had his head laying on Varendar’s stomach. Illidan smiled at them.

“Illidan!” Tyrande called.

She came over and gave him a hug.

“Thank you so much for helping us,” she said happily.

“It was no problem,” Illidan said.

Raknaal came up.

“General the rest of the Horde are retreating back to Orgrimmar,” he said.

“Good,” Illidan said.

“We should be heading back to Darnassus,” Tyrande suggested.

Illidan nodded in agreement. He looked over at Varendar and Fearless.

“Varendar,” he called.

The only response was a snore. Illidan sighed. He went over and moved Fearless’ head. Illidan grinned evilly and rubbed his hands together.

“What are you doing?” Raknaal asked.

Illidan fall on top of Varendar. The hunter gasped and started to cough. Raknaal and Tyrande laughed. Fearless bolted up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Varendar asked.

“Just waking you up,” Illidan answered with an innocent smile.

“Could have just shaken me!” Varendar shouted.

“Where would be the fun in that?” Illidan asked.

Varendar sighed and got up.

“Come on,” Illidan said, “we’re heading back to Darnassus.”

They all got on the boat and headed back.

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Garoncand Luenohad come back, all ready done with their mission. Deathrin told them to go look around. Garrosh came back angry as hell. He glared at Deathrin.

“I thought you said that your general was at Darnassus,” he said.

“I did,” Deathrin said calmly, “but there was a chance that he could have been sent to help.”

“You could have at least told me it was Illidan Stormrage!” Garrosh shouted.

“I thought you would have figured it out,” said Deathrin, “you must be slower than I thought.”

Garrosh pulled out Gorehowl. Deathrin quickly crossed his blades and had them up to Garrosh’s neck.

“I can and will do it,” Deathrin said, “I can also destroy Orgrimmar.”

Garrosh lowered Gorehowl as Deathrin lowered his swords.

“Deathrin?” a female voice asked.

He looked over at the entrance. There stood a female blood elf with long red hair like his. Her eyes glow green.

“Sister,” Deathrin said happily.

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Illidan was looking around. This was the first time being at Darnassus. It was beautiful. There were whispers about him. Illidan snorted. He had expected this. Most of them were surprise, but others were of hate. Illidan spotted a familiar face. A male with long silver hair and eyes that match. The look on this male’s face was of shock.

“I seen him around,” said Jilan, “I never caught his name though.”

“It’s Jarod Shadowsong,” Illidan said, “he’s the younger brother to Maiev.”

“Should we watch him?” asked Jilannot liking the Maiev part.

“No,” Illidan answered, “he won’t do anything.”

“Illidan!?” shouted a voice that he was hoping wasn’t here when landing.

Illidan looked over to see his twin brother Malfurion. Illidan put a smile on and nodded. He wasn’t happy to see his brother, he was more nervous then anything. Malfurion came over and gave his twin a hug.

There’s a catch to this, Illidan thought, I just know it.

The hug ended. Malfurion put a hand on Illidan’s cheek. He was cold to the touch. It was normal for those who are dead.

“I am must happy to see you again,” Malfurion said.

Illidan remain silent. He had a grim look on his face.

“What?” Malfurion asked.

“I’m waiting for the catch,” Illidan answered.

Malfurion laughed.

“There is no catch Illidan,” he said.

Illidan sighed in relief.

“But there is something I been wanting to ask you,” Malfurion said.

“Yes?” Illidan asked.

“Are you still power hungry?” Malfurion asked with a serious look.

“No,” answered Illidan.

Malfurion smiled.

“Come,” he said, “I’ll show you around.”

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Deathrin had talked to his twin sister, Tseng for quiet a while. He had found out that the nobles have been behaving them self’s. He smiled when he saw that Tseng still had and use their grandfather’s other blade. The two blades were magically enchanted. Deathrin’s can release ice based attacks, while Tseng’s releases fire based. Right now Tseng was off to the auction house to find a certain gem of her shoulder plates.

“You seem to have a close relationship with our sister,” commented Eitrigg.

Deathrin nodded.

“We were always together,” he said, “nothing could separate us except…”

Deathrin gave a sad look.

“When you got executed,” finished Eitrigg, “I’m sure lady Tseng doesn’t blame you for leaving her side.”

Deathrin gave him a small smile.

I promise Tseng, he thought, I’ll never leave you alone again.

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A few days had passed and another submit was in progress. The Illidari was standing outside like before. This time Illidan was going to be the Night Elf representative. Varendar was sitting on the ground beside them. He was playing with Fearless.

“Hopefully you all can actually get in there this time,” he commented.

“Wait you all didn’t get a chance to talk?” Illidan asked.

“Nope,” answered Raknaal, “The king of Stormwind, Varian, went ape shit when the Gilneans got in there.”

Illidan sighed.

“That’s a very bad omen for me then,” he commented.

The Gilneans came up beside them.

“Best of luck to you,” Genn said to Illidan.

“Same to you, King Graymane,” Illidan said back.

“Gilneans it’s time,” said one of the sentinels.

The Gilneans went in as the Gilneas anthem played. Illidan smiled when he heard Raknaal sing to it. Fearless started to bark when he saw a druid in cat form.

“Fearless stay,” Varendar commanded.

Fearless ran after the druid causing the druid to run away.

“Elune damn it Fearless!” Varendar yelled as he ran after them.

The Illidari laughed.

“Illidari it’s time,” the same sentinel said.

Illidan swallowed.

Here’s hoping everything goes smoothly, Illidan said, because I’ll be needing all the luck and hope I can get.

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As a reminder that there is a bonus chapter after this. I will go in more detail with Deathrin and Tseng next chapter.

 

All in this fic belong to Blizzard! Oc’s belong to Amber and Stephen!

Note: There is a bonus chapter after this one!

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The fight in Ashenvale had finally ended. Varendar, once again, was laying on the ground tried. Fearless had his head laying on Varendar’s stomach. Illidan smiled at them.

“Illidan!” Tyrande called.

She came over and gave him a hug.

“Thank you so much for helping us,” she said happily.

“It was no problem,” Illidan said.

Raknaal came up.

“General the rest of the Horde are retreating back to Orgrimmar,” he said.

“Good,” Illidan said.

“We should be heading back to Darnassus,” Tyrande suggested.

Illidan nodded in agreement. He looked over at Varendar and Fearless.

“Varendar,” he called.

The only response was a snore. Illidan sighed. He went over and moved Fearless’ head. Illidan grinned evilly and rubbed his hands together.

“What are you doing?” Raknaal asked.

Illidan fall on top of Varendar. The hunter gasped and started to cough. Raknaal and Tyrande laughed. Fearless bolted up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Varendar asked.

“Just waking you up,” Illidan answered with an innocent smile.

“Could have just shaken me!” Varendar shouted.

“Where would be the fun in that?” Illidan asked.

Varendar sighed and got up.

“Come on,” Illidan said, “we’re heading back to Darnassus.”

They all got on the boat and headed back.

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Garoncand Luenohad come back, all ready done with their mission. Deathrin told them to go look around. Garrosh came back angry as hell. He glared at Deathrin.

“I thought you said that your general was at Darnassus,” he said.

“I did,” Deathrin said calmly, “but there was a chance that he could have been sent to help.”

“You could have at least told me it was Illidan Stormrage!” Garrosh shouted.

“I thought you would have figured it out,” said Deathrin, “you must be slower than I thought.”

Garrosh pulled out Gorehowl. Deathrin quickly crossed his blades and had them up to Garrosh’s neck.

“I can and will do it,” Deathrin said, “I can also destroy Orgrimmar.”

Garrosh lowered Gorehowl as Deathrin lowered his swords.

“Deathrin?” a female voice asked.

He looked over at the entrance. There stood a female blood elf with long red hair like his. Her eyes glow green.

“Sister,” Deathrin said happily.

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Illidan was looking around. This was the first time being at Darnassus. It was beautiful. There were whispers about him. Illidan snorted. He had expected this. Most of them were surprise, but others were of hate. Illidan spotted a familiar face. A male with long silver hair and eyes that match. The look on this male’s face was of shock.

“I seen him around,” said Jilan, “I never caught his name though.”

“It’s Jarod Shadowsong,” Illidan said, “he’s the younger brother to Maiev.”

“Should we watch him?” asked Jilannot liking the Maiev part.

“No,” Illidan answered, “he won’t do anything.”

“Illidan!?” shouted a voice that he was hoping wasn’t here when landing.

Illidan looked over to see his twin brother Malfurion. Illidan put a smile on and nodded. He wasn’t happy to see his brother, he was more nervous then anything. Malfurion came over and gave his twin a hug.

There’s a catch to this, Illidan thought, I just know it.

The hug ended. Malfurion put a hand on Illidan’s cheek. He was cold to the touch. It was normal for those who are dead.

“I am must happy to see you again,” Malfurion said.

Illidan remain silent. He had a grim look on his face.

“What?” Malfurion asked.

“I’m waiting for the catch,” Illidan answered.

Malfurion laughed.

“There is no catch Illidan,” he said.

Illidan sighed in relief.

“But there is something I been wanting to ask you,” Malfurion said.

“Yes?” Illidan asked.

“Are you still power hungry?” Malfurion asked with a serious look.

“No,” answered Illidan.

Malfurion smiled.

“Come,” he said, “I’ll show you around.”

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Deathrin had talked to his twin sister, Tseng for quiet a while. He had found out that the nobles have been behaving them self’s. He smiled when he saw that Tseng still had and use their grandfather’s other blade. The two blades were magically enchanted. Deathrin’s can release ice based attacks, while Tseng’s releases fire based. Right now Tseng was off to the auction house to find a certain gem of her shoulder plates.

“You seem to have a close relationship with our sister,” commented Eitrigg.

Deathrin nodded.

“We were always together,” he said, “nothing could separate us except…”

Deathrin gave a sad look.

“When you got executed,” finished Eitrigg, “I’m sure lady Tseng doesn’t blame you for leaving her side.”

Deathrin gave him a small smile.

I promise Tseng, he thought, I’ll never leave you alone again.

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A few days had passed and another submit was in progress. The Illidari was standing outside like before. This time Illidan was going to be the Night Elf representative. Varendar was sitting on the ground beside them. He was playing with Fearless.

“Hopefully you all can actually get in there this time,” he commented.

“Wait you all didn’t get a chance to talk?” Illidan asked.

“Nope,” answered Raknaal, “The king of Stormwind, Varian, went ape shit when the Gilneans got in there.”

Illidan sighed.

“That’s a very bad omen for me then,” he commented.

The Gilneans came up beside them.

“Best of luck to you,” Genn said to Illidan.

“Same to you, King Graymane,” Illidan said back.

“Gilneans it’s time,” said one of the sentinels.

The Gilneans went in as the Gilneas anthem played. Illidan smiled when he heard Raknaal sing to it. Fearless started to bark when he saw a druid in cat form.

“Fearless stay,” Varendar commanded.

Fearless ran after the druid causing the druid to run away.

“Elune damn it Fearless!” Varendar yelled as he ran after them.

The Illidari laughed.

“Illidari it’s time,” the same sentinel said.

Illidan swallowed.

Here’s hoping everything goes smoothly, Illidan said, because I’ll be needing all the luck and hope I can get.

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As a reminder that there is a bonus chapter after this. I will go in more detail with Deathrin and Tseng next chapter.