The Path of Balance - Chapter 2: The Dark and the Light
Wow I really haven’t updated in a while. Sorry! This is not high priority for me, even though I love it.
All that I am: anger, cruelty, vengeance – I bestow upon you, my chosen knight.
Anger...cruelty...vengeance? This certainly wasn't in the knight's handbook. But as soon as the thought popped into his mind, it was replaced with that deep, raspy voice he had heard for far too long, that made his mind go numb in submission....
I have granted you immortality so that you may herald in a new, dark age for the Scourge.
Well, he would rather be dead, that's for damn sure. The Scourge killed his family, and possibly his friends. Sure, he saw them get away, but that didn't mean they were safe...
Gaze now upon the lands below us. The Scarlet Crusade scurries to undo my work, while Light's Hope stands defiantly against us – a blemish upon these Plaguelands. They must all be shown the price of defiance.
As soon as the word “defiance” popped into his head, a pulse like an electric shock surged through his pale-skinned frame. He grimaced. He knew the price of defiance. He knew it all too well.
Yet, even as the Scarlet Crusade shall fall before us – and they shall – another threat presents itself. Against...them...you will become my force of retribution. Where you tread, doom will follow.
Someone new? No one new had even come near the Scarlet Enclave recently...certainly no one wanted to risk becoming a mindless undead, or worse...
Go now and claim your destiny...Connor Stevens.
Well, Jude hadn't thrown up his breakfast. That was definitely a plus. But the talk he had with Callie on the gryphon ride there was surprisingly not fruitful. It was clear that she knew something, but Jude couldn't get any information from her that he didn't know already.
“You're really letting me go on a mission with you guys?”
“Well, I was told you would be kept completely safe, and Master Fordring said it was important, so I don't have much choice but to let you come with us.” Callie's eyes flickered away from Jude, and he caught the movement, but said nothing of it.
That Callie was so apprehensive of this “field trip” made Jude highly suspicious, but he trusted the Grandmatrons. And the Highlord, for that matter.
The preparation was a mad scramble for everyone to get in position. Lexi dragged Emma over to the medic wards (Emma was mumbling something about “weirdo Light fanatics” in Dwarven under her breath). Jesus grabbed a nearby scarlet-tinged shield and a greatsword and followed Mariana, who dressed in thin leather clothes for maximum mobility.
The night elves, Daria and Taylor (plus Kitty), scurried behind the pandaren twins, Daria hefting a bow (which was almost her size) and Taylor wielding her gnarled staff. AJ and Brandon followed close behind, still each studying the tomes in their hands. And of course, Callie was nowhere to be found, but that was normal.
“Alright, Jude!” Stef called. “The caravan's ready!”
“A horse-drawn carriage surrounded by six guards from the highest level of the Crusade? Isn't this a lot of resources for just me?” Jude asked.
“It's that important you get to Light's Hope, Jude. We can't let the Highlord down on this.” Lena chimed in.
Jude sighed and took his place between Lena and Stef. With this many guards, there was no way anything bad could happen...right?
Ah...your target is on his way to Light's Hope now.
“His”? I thought you said it was multiple people.
Yes. But if you remove him from the picture, these upstarts will no longer be relevant. He is their source of power, their foundation...even if they don't know it. I can feel the Light emanating off of him from here, and it is scalding. Even their draenei doesn't burn from so far away.
Why wouldn't he know of his own power? How could he not see it?
Youth is a blinding force, death knight. I think you'll enjoy this particular kill.
How could I enjoy killing for you, you soulless bastard?!
Your harsh words reveal a strong will, death knight. Maybe you will not enjoy it...but I certainly will. But you should be happy, too, to see the Scourge's hold upon this wretched, life-cursed land consolidated into an iron-fisted grip.
How will I know who my target is, anyway?
He is flanked by an entire caravan. You'll know him when you see him. You are strong, too. You may feel his power, if it is not obvious enough for even a simple mind like yours to comprehend, or if his face is not familiar enough for your tortured spirit to remember.
Connor opened his eyes. Where there should have been eyeballs, only an endless blue void manifested.
Now, go. Frostmourne hungers!
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