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Shattered Lives [Humanity's Break]
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They called it the kingdom of Stormwind. It was a prosperous nation in the south. Wonderful forests and spiraling mountains was the geography of the nation. From ocean to ocean, the land was grand and peaceful. Humanity lived their lives from small towns to the great city of Stormwind itself. The people were joyous and happy with glee. There was little to no reason why they would not be. However, it is always calm before the storm.
From the lush and swampy land to the south, known as the Black Morass, a horror arrived. This horror was known as the Orcs. They were demons. The beasts from hell. The spawn of the devil. These beasts quickly came and destroyed the peaceful land of Stormwind. The people of the nation were caught off guard and they paid for it. Hundreds, perhaps thousands perished. The people of the glorious nation fled north to their brethren in the nation of Lordaeron and would not see their land for some time.
It was not until the Orcs were locked up that the denizens of the forests of Stormwind returned to their land. They flourished as they rebuilt their city. New Stormwind was erected, and the new king Varian came into power. Under the the new and young Wrynn, any and all remaining Orcs were hunted and brought to their deserved justice.
And it was good.
“Feel the warmth of the sun, Layla! Wonderful, no?”
“I suppose,” Layla replied obviously not impressed. “I do not understand how you can have so much joy in the simplest things, Joseph,” Layla added.
Joseph seemed to not hear his older sisters question, or did not bother to answer. He sprinted ahead of his sister. His naked feet touching the soft and lush green grass. The grass was still wet from the dew. His long black hair flew behind him as each step Joseph took.
Behind him, his sister took a leisurely stool. Unlike her younger brother, she made sure she was in her best shoes, and clothing in general. Every time she went out in public, she would always ware the best she had to try to impress everyone. It made her better of herself. She kept her ebon hair in a ponytail and had her arms crossed across her chest. Her long white silk dress flapped on the grass, and would eventually become stained. No matter, she had a dozen more dresses like that one she wore.
Layla occasionally looked around her surroundings to humor her brother. The park was not her “thing” and she would much rather be in a parlor enjoying her time with her closest friends and perhaps throw a flirt at the local workmen, just for her own amusement.
As quickly as her mind drifted away to the thought of the parlor, a loud and sudden yelp startled her back into the material existence. She shot her head from left to right, from up to down. She finally found the source of the pitiful cry. Her brother had some how managed to crash himself into a rather large tree. He was sprawled on his back in front of the monster tree.
Layla paced up to her brother’s side. “Now how did you manage to do that? Trees are not that hard to spot,” She asked.
“It came out of nowhere, I swear!” Joseph cried. He rolled over to his side and jumped up to his feet. He rocked, still slightly dazed from the surprise attack.
“Sure it did, sure it did. Why father demands I spend time with you and your crazy antics is beyond me,” Layla sighed and continued on. She had gotten this far into the park, might as well enjoy it now.
“I could have been with my friends in the Trade District having more fun but noooo I just had to baby sit for you runt!” Layla muttered in anger.
And once again, Joseph went back into a full out sprint. It must have been his youthful ignorance that kept him going. A normal person would realize running in a park full of trees is not the smartest thing, but then again Joseph was not normal.
“Must be the curse of being ten. Cursed with too much enthusiasm and joy,” Layla whispered to herself. In fact, a hint of jealousy could be detected from Layla’ tone. In truth, the uptight, elitist, and proper Layla had a childhood not like her brothers. From vigorous studying to the arranged marriage, that in two years when Layla turned to the age of woman would take place, to finally being raised in high society by her father, she really had not experienced that classic adventures of youth.
Joseph, however, was raised by their mother who installed a sense of life and “go out there” lifestyle. To Layla, such a life was improper, rather grueling and simply hard. Why bother going outside with clothing that matched a beggar in an alley when one could be inside, enjoying life with their closest loved ones? Who knew.
Suddenly, the earth shook. Layla fell backwards from the sudden upheaval. People all around her grabbed from anything to old on to. She saw Joseph fall once more, however this time with a better reason. Calls of help from mothers, yells from worried fathers, and the stereotypical and tearful cries of little children and babies could be heard all around her. Layla looked up into the sky and noticed a lady, not much older than Layla, looking out of her window. In the midst of chaos, Layla noticed that this woman was one of her friends Vielle. In any other circumstance, she would call out to her friend to end the boredom of being with her brother. Better not.
And as quickly the tremor started, it ended. It could not have been longer than a minute, yet it felt like a lifetime. Layla slowly rose to her feet and dusted off her gown. Grass stains have all but ruined her white dress. Layla shrugged it off as she began walking to her brother, who was still on the ground.
All around her, Layla heard screams of terror from the people. Indeed, tremors were rare if not not existent in Stormwind. However, as the bold woman she was, Layla remained calm, in appearance alone. Inside, she was dieing from fear.
“Layla! Did you feel that? It was like a ride!” Joseph exclaimed as he shot his arms into the air while he was still facing skywards on the ground. “Let’s go again! Let’s go again!” He chanted.
“You idiot. I think we should go to mother’s house now. She is probably dieing to know if you are alright,” Layla rolled her eyes.
Joseph climbed to a standing position. “Ok...” He moaned and began to walk back to the city proper and out of the park. Layla decided to follow. She would talk to Vielle the next chance she got.
However, the most peculiar thing happened. The once bright blue sky with clouds turned to a light darkness. It was very disturbing to Layla. “We should hurry up,” She told her brother.
“The sun has set on this mortal world, fools. Make peace with your end, for the Hour of Twilight falls! Soon this world will fall into the paradise of chaos!”
Before Layla could even turn her head to see where the most haunting voice boomed, the black sky turned blood red. The pillow clouds turned into plums of black ash. She heard an odd sound behind her. As she turned her head, she saw the tall white towers and homes fall into the sea. In fact, the entire park was slowing being devoured and tossed into the sea.
“Joseph run!” Layla demanded as she bursted into full out sprint. Joseph easily caught up to his sister, then surpassed her. Layla had to hold of her dress in fear of falling or getting it dirty more. All around them, several dozen people ran with them. Just ahead, the streets of the city of Stormwind could be seen.
Joseph had some how managed to reach the city with ease. He stopped and waited for his sister. Perhaps he was unknowing of what was happening. Layla tried to burst into a full out sprint.
And fell. She fell face forward into the grass. She looked back and saw a raging inferno racing to her. She tried her best to get up, yet her shoes were snagged on some roots. She tried her best to pull her foot free from nature’s grasp.
She would have maybe received freedom, if not for the raging inferno that devoured the entire park, Layla including. As the park soon gave way and fell into the sea, the one known as Deathwing made his presence known, perched on top of Stormwind. His calls only scarred the living soul out of everyone in the city.
Except for Joseph, who casually walked back home.
They called it the grand Park. People who wanted to relax would go there and take in nature’s beauty. Some even called it home, others, adventure. However, the day Deathwing came, he showed his dominance over everything, including nature. Hundreds died in the grand city of Stormwind.
Humanity thought they were at peace. The war in the north was over and their king had returned. This time it was not a raging army of Orcs that brought the kingdom to its knees. Rather it was was Aspect of Death, Deathwing.
-No more, I swear. Ok, maybe more, I am not sure.
-I think a lot of people like me will miss this important landmark.
-I do not know...
I like Joseph's attitude - a human's life is too short, so better enjoy whatever you can.
As for Layla... to quote someone
Time for Eclipse?
Excellent read! A shame about the Stormwind Park... oh, and Layla too.
I guess Eclipse will go out today then. I am so far ahead that it's boring to wait.
And yeah, I loved that Park a lot! I hate how Blizz has gone and asploded all my favorite places!
Why they didn't make Org. or Undercity explode is beyond me...
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