AstralMelodia

It was morning in Dragonblight. The sun began to peak above the mountaintops. The snow sparkled like pure diamonds. Animal life began to stir from their protected homes. The powerful storm yesterday brought had vanished as quick as it appeared. It was safe once again to roam the arctic lands of Dragonblight. The Ruby Dragonshrine stood silent. The chilling winds of Northrend brushed against the crimson leaves of the majestic tree in the middle. However, the silence was not broken by this, nor was it broken by all of the people slowly entering the sacred ground.  The sun shined down on the dragonshrine, saturating it in a full spectrum of col

The thunder cracked during the midst of the storm. Each wave smashed against the bow of the ship as the crew members sought shelter inside. The moaning of the wind sent a cold chill down everyone's spine. One of the sailors rushed to the captain. "Sir," he said gasping for air, "The naga appear to have lost sight of us, sir!" "Excellent," the captain felt relieved, but still had the stress of the storm to deal with, "With them finally off our shoulders, we can start planning a route to find our way home again. Keep the others inside; this storm isn't going to be letting up any time soon." "Aye, sir." The other sailors had sat down on by th

 Inside the Blackrock Mountain, the great halls of Hordemar City emitted an eerie silence that echoed throughout the city. Although the hissing of molten lava against rock and steel had been predominant since the city's origination, the haunting silence swept the hissing away almost as if it was the will of the fallen Blackrock orcs who died in this city. Not a soul had set foot on any of its terraces in ages after a fierce battle between the Blackrock orcs and the Alliance during the Second War. Nothing had entered into Hordemar City after that battle. It now that this aged silence was broken. Wings flapping and feet stomping was all that

Of all the things that had happened to Sorel, this was probably the worst. It seemed to him that after he left his job with the lore keepers, which his life started to plummet downhill. He couldn't find another place to work; his opportunities to follow his dreams began to fade from him. His last hope was to join the Alliance Navy, which he regretfully decided to join. He was treated like a weak, disobedient child every day. He was constantly yelled at; he had to run several miles a day, and had a ton of chores to do such as cleaning naval vessels and making sure they were 100% spotless. At the beginning, he was anything but spotless. Sorel o

"ESCAPED!?" Vanaxar roared in fury. It was absolutely unacceptable to have a prisoner of the Black Dragonflight to escape under Vanaxar's command. With a quick slice of his blade, the drakonid marked his messenger with a gash across their chest. The dragon messenger roared in agonizing harmony with the ring of the vibrating blade and fled from Vanaxar, leaving a trail of blood behind. General Vanaxar sheathed his scarlet soaked blade. His master would be twice as furious as he was about the escapee. "Nefarian will have my head if that experiment is not returned to him!" he thought out loud. He went to the cell where his prisoner had escaped

Over the last few days, Sorel had begun to catch on how to survive... as a dragon of course. His strength had been replenished after he had gorged himself with meals consisting of bear and wolf alike. He even found fresh water by the Greymane Dam which had been the foundation for the construction of the Greymane Wall. There were occasions that he had been spotted by the Gilnean watch, even fewer times that they fired warning shots at him when Sorel got too close to their capital. He wondered if they were planning on sending out troops to hunt and kill him Sorel did not want to find out. After his last feast, Sorel flew southward. He hoped h

The following morning was strangely quiet. The leaves of the vermillion forest bristled with the light breeze. There was one thing that didn't fit here in this environment. And that thing was Sorel. He slept quietly under a large tree. A large blanket of shade kept him cool throughout the morning. His dark and twisted black scales disgraced the colors on the canvas that he lay upon. However nature saw him, she did not bother the sleeping black dragon. It wasn't within her power to deal with such things. All nature had was patience. Sorel still had dreams of being human again. The last several days he had awoken, he thought he was still huma

Draenor was definitely not what it used to be. Its landscape was sundered by all of the other portals that were opened up. The magical energies tore the world apart. The devastation was seen everywhere. Draenor was not the term people had used to call this place. It was now called Outland... the shattered world. The Twisting Nether shot across the sky between nearby planets and moons along with the billions of stars that faintly glistened far, far off in the distance. And now, with the Dark Portal reopened, Sorel stepped into a world he only could picture in his imagination. Hellfire Peninsula was before him. Geysers of fire occasionally beca