The Sundering (11 page)

“I’ve come for him, your majesty. This one’s made promises and our lord expects those promises fulfilled.
”

“And I will,
”
Illidan returned strongly, staring back at the officer despite the scarf. Varo’then’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but he nodded.

“Then, by all means,” Azshara interjected, coming between the pair and glancing at both coyly. “I’m certain between the two of you that no dragon stands a chance! I very much look forward to hearing of your exploits—” She ran a hand across the captain’s breast plate, causing his eyes to light up in lust. “—both of your exploits, that is!
”
the queen added, doing the same over Illidan’s bare chest.

Despite knowing that she played games with the pair of them, the sorcerer could not help reacting slightly. Steeling himself against her wiles, he replied,
“
I will not disappoint you
…
Azshara.
”

His use of her name without any title before or after it—and the close familiarity such use hinted at—did not sit well with the soldier. Varo’then’s hand slipped to the hilt of his sword, but he wisely let it pass without actually gripping the blade.

“We must first find the beast—which you claim you can do.
”

Illidan took hold of the dragon scale.
“
I make no claim; I speak the truth.
”

“Then, there is no need to wait. It is nearly nightfall.”

Turning to the queen, Illidan executed the sort of bow he had witnessed in Black Rook Hold.
“
With your permission
…”

She gave him a regal smile.
“
And you may go, too, dear captain.
”

“Most gracious, Light of Lights, Flower of the Moon…” Varo’then also bowed, his action crisp and military. He then indicated the doorway to Illidan.
“
After you, master sorcerer.
”

Without a word to the armored figure, Illidan marched out. He sensed Varo’then follow right behind him. It would not have surprised Malfurion’s twin if the captain tried to knife him in the back, but Varo’then evidently had more control than that.

“Where do we go?” he asked his escort.

“You can do your casting once we’re away from Zin-Azshari. Our Lord Sargeras wishes this mission to be finished as soon as possible. He itches to set his feet upon Azeroth’s soil and give our world his blessing.
”

“Fortunate is Azeroth.”

Varo’then eyed him for a moment, trying to find fault with his answer. Unable to do so, he finally nodded,
“
Aye, fortunate is Azeroth.
”

The captain led him through the palace, eventually descending. As they neared the stables, Illidan asked,
“
So you’re to be my companion throughout all this?
”

“You should have someone to watch your back.”

“I’m gratified.
”

“Our great lord puts much stock into this notion of the disk fulfilling his needs. He will have it.”

“I welcome your company,” the sorcerer remarked. At that moment, however, they entered the stables. What Illidan saw there made him stop dead. “And what’s this?
”

A dozen Fel Guard stood waiting near the night sabers, their monstrous faces eager for bloodshed. Two Doomguard flanked them, clearly there to keep order on their wingless brethren. Another pair of Fel Guard kept tight rein over a slavering felbeast.

“As I’ve said,
”
Captain Varo’then answered with possibly a hint of sarcasm.
“
You should have someone to watch your back. These
…”
He indicated the fiendish warriors.
“…
will watch you very carefully. Of that, I make my utmost promise, sorcerer.
”

Illidan nodded and said nothing.

“We will make haste, I promise you, Rhonin.”

“Promise me nothing, Krasus,” the human returned. “Just be careful. And don’t worry about Stareye. I’ll deal with him.
”

“He is the least of our worries. I trust you and the good Captain Shadowsong to keep the host together.”

“Me?” Jarod shook his head. “Master Krasus, you’ve got much too much confidence in me! I’m a Guard officer, nothing more! It’s as Maiev said, fortune smiled on me! I’m no more a commander than—than—”

“Than Stareye?” smirked Rhonin.

“I am afraid we must count on you, Jarod Shadowsong. The tauren and the others, they see the respect you give them and give it back in turn. There may come another time when, as you did earlier, you must make a decision to act. For the sake of your people, I might add.”

The night elf’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
“
I’ll do what I can, Master Krasus. That’s all I can say.
”

The mage nodded.
“
And that is all we ask of you, good captain.
”

“Now that we have that little matter settled,” the human commented. “How do you plan to reach the lair?”

“The gryphons are no longer available to us. We shall have to take night sabers and urge them to their swiftest.”

“But that’ll take too long! Worse, it’ll leave you more vulnerable to the Burning Legion’s assassins!
”

Archimonde had demons constantly shadowing the host, seeking to slay Krasus and his band. Malfurion had been especially marked by Archimonde after the druid’s astounding reversal of certain Legion victory, but the dragon mage had no doubt that he was also high on the demon’s list.

“A spell would be too risky a manner by which to travel to where Deathwing awaits,” Krasus returned. “I have no doubt that he is on guard for such things. We must journey by physical means.”

“I still don’t like it.
”

“Nor do I, but it must be so.” He looked to his companions for the trek. “Are you prepared to depart?”

Malfurion nodded. Brox replied with an impatient grunt. While it was true that between the druid and the mage they had exceptional abilities at their disposal, Krasus understood the need for the company of a skilled warrior such as the orc. Spellcasters could be incapacitated in many ways. Brox had also proven himself a trustworthy ally.

“Give us an hour before alerting Lord Stareye,” Krasus reminded the human as he mounted.

“I’ll give you two.
”

Seeing that the druid and the orc had also mounted, Krasus urged his beast forward. The graceful cat quickly picked up speed, the mounts of the mage’s companions right behind. It did not take long for the animals to leave the night elven host far, far behind.

No one spoke as they rode, all three riders intent not only on the path ahead, but any sign of threat lurking around them. However, the night passed without any danger and they made good distance. When the sun began to rise, Krasus finally called for a halt.

“We rest here for a time,” he decided, eyeing the sparsely-wooded hills ahead. “I would prefer to enter those when we are more recuperated.”

“You think we might be in danger there?” asked Malfurion.

“Perhaps. While the woods are thin, the hills themselves offer many crevices and such for possible ambushes.”

Brox nodded his agreement.
“
Would use hill to north for that. Best view of path. We should avoid that one when riding.
”

“And with that expert opinion, I agree.” The mage looked around. “This area here by these two tall rocks is best-suited for our camp, I think. We shall have a good view of the surroundings while giving ourselves some protection.”

They tethered the night sabers to a crooked tree nearby. Bred for generations, the cats obeyed every command immediately and without argument. Brox volunteered to feed the animals from the supplies they had brought with them. There would be enough for three days, but after that they would have to let the cats hunt. Krasus hoped that by then the party would be in a better location, wildlife clearly sparse here.

The trio ate from their own rations. To a dragon like Krasus, eating salted, dried meat was hardly satisfying, but he had long ago steeled himself to such necessities. Malfurion ate some fruit—also dried—and nuts, while Brox ate the same as Krasus, albeit with more gusto. Orcs were not discriminating when it came to food.

“The cats are already at rest,” Krasus declared after their meal. “I suggest we do the same.”

“I take first watch,” Brox offered.

With Malfurion volunteering for the second, the matter of security was quickly settled. Krasus and the druid found places to rest near the taller of the two stones. Brox, proving more agile than his frame suggested, easily climbed up to the top of the steeper rock and sat. Ax resting in his lap, he surveyed the landscape like a hungry carrion bird.

Despite intending to only allow himself to doze, the dragon mage fell deep asleep. He had pushed himself far beyond his limits. What little rest he had gotten earlier was not enough to make up for so much strain.

Dragons dream and Krasus was no exception. For him, it was the everpresent desire to fly free again, to spread the wings he did not have and take to the air. Here, he was once more Korialstrasz. A creature of the sky, he chafed at being bound to the earth. The dragon had always been comfortable in his mortal form, but that had been when he had understood that with a single thought he could transform to his true self. With that taken from him, he often found himself frustrated with the frailty of his present shape.

And in his dream, that curse suddenly took hold, the weaker mortal flesh binding to his body, squeezing him into a smaller and smaller shape. His wings were crushed into his back and his tail severed. His long, toothy maw was shoved into his skull, replaced by the insignificant little nub of a nose he wore in the guise of a spellcaster. Korialstrasz became again Krasus, who plunged earthward—

And who woke up bathed in sweat.

Krasus half expected to discover that the party was under some attack, but the day was silent save for Malfurion’s rhythmic breathing. He rose and saw that Brox continued vigilant watch. The mage gazed at the sun, estimating the time. Brox had gone long past his appointed watch. It was nearly Krasus’s turn.

Leaving the druid to sleep, the slim, robed figure grabbed hold of the rock and quickly scurried up in the fashion of a lizard. As he reached the top, Brox leapt to his feet and, with reflexes worthy of the dragon, readied his ax.

“You,” the orc grunted, helping him up. Both sat atop the rock, watching while they talked. “Thought you asleep, Master Krasus.”

“As you should be, Brox. You need rest as much as either of us.
”

The green-skinned warrior shrugged.
“
An orc warrior can sleep with eyes open and weapon ready. No need to wake the night elf. He must sleep more. Against the dragon, he’ll be more use than this old fighter.
”

Krasus eyed the orc.
“
An old fighter worth twenty young ones.
”

The veteran warrior looked pleased with the compliment, but said,
“
The day of glory is past for this one. There will be no more tales of Broxigar the Red Ax.
”

“I have lived longer than you, Brox; I know, therefore, of what I speak. There is much glory left in you, much heroic battle. New tales of Broxigar the Red Ax are still to come, even if I must tell them myself.”

The orc’s cheek’s darkened and he suddenly bowed his head low.
“
Honored by your words I am, venerable one.
”

Like Malfurion, Brox had learned the truth concerning Krasus’s identity. To the dragon’s own surprise, the tusked warrior had already long known. As an orc who had learned some of the shamanistic traditions, Brox had sensed the incredible power and age of his companion and, watching Krasus deal with dragons, had come to the logical conclusion that so escaped most others. That Krasus and the red dragon Korialstrasz were one and the same had been beyond him, but even that the orc had accepted with but a mild furrowing of his brow.

“And speaking as a ‘venerable one’,
”
Krasus returned.
“
I will insist that you go and take your turn in slumber. I will watch for the rest of Malfurion’s time—however little left there is—and then my own.
”

“Would be better if you—”

Krasus stared into the orc’s eyes.
“
I assure you, my stamina is far greater than yours. I need no more sleep.
”