Blue (Part One)

Blue

As I flew across the frozen Dragonblight, I closed my eyes as I passed by my kin, but I couldn’t stop myself from hearing the cries, the loud roars of fury and anguish, and the rumbling of the ground as the massive slain bodies plowed into it. The pointless battle raged on endlessly, with blue and red drakes alike fighting and dying, with the Scourge coming in from the north to pick off the bodies like carrion birds and revive them as repulsive undead. Our numbers dwindled as theirs took a drastic climb. There were no winners in this war, only losers.
The red drakes watched me with suspicion, as they always did, but the Queen’s orders were to not attack me. Like Kalecgos, I was allowed to use the temple as a sanctuary. The other flights welcomed me when they found out I had broken my bond with the Spell-weaver. To be honest, I never felt any attachment to my flight at all. We had suffered greatly for countless years, and I was no exception. But for some reason, I never wanted to return to them. It was as if there was something deep inside me that knew of the horrors that I would find once I made my way to Northrend.
In a way, I could understand why Malygos chose to violently massacre the mortal users of magic. So many problems in our world could be traced to sadistic individuals like Kel’thuzad, whose use of magic brought about waves of devastation and death. But Malygos needs to understand one thing.
I might be the only one left who can tell him.
I crossed the Borean Tundra and looked down at the frozen landscape. The Alliance settlement to my left and the Horde stronghold ahead of me brought back old feelings of frustration. If they only knew the gravity of obliterating who they think their enemies are. They might be willing to wage an endless war, but, as for me, I’m tired of seeing so much pointless death. I looked up and could see the magical energy from the ley-lines funneling to the Nexus. It almost looked beautiful, with arcane wyrms flying around gracefully, blue dragons and young Nexus drakes patrolling around the magnificent structure, arcane energy glittered like the snow that covered all of Coldarra. This was the place where the entire world was being torn apart at the seams. As I neared, I started to doubt this mission I took upon.
What could I possibly say to stop all this?
Will he even listen to me at all?
I’m only one drake…
I almost turned away. I almost flew back to the Dragonblight and the Wyrmrest Temple. It seemed like an impossible task. Not even Kalecgos dared to confront Malygos, and every creature that did suffered a terrible demise. But if this continued, the entire world would be destroyed. My friends, my mortal friends…would be destroyed.
I continued on.
I made my way to the Nexus, and entered Malygos’s domain, the Eye of Eternity. I was astonished at the vastness of the place. Bursts of magical energy flew across the deep space, swirling and rotating around the large platform beneath my feet, flashing lights of every color that dazzled my eyes. Even in my dragon form, I felt small and insignificant. I swallowed back my fear and transformed into my humanoid form, a young kaldorei. In the center of the platform was the beacon, the Focusing Iris. Every blue dragon, even myself, knew that Malygos would come to anyone who lit it. No matter where he was in his realm, he would see it.
I placed my hand on it. The orb glowed and flashed a blinding light deep into the Spellweaver’s realm. Massive wing beats sounded behind me, starting faint but growing stronger and stronger with each second. The platform shook as he landed.
“I know who you are, and why you’re here,” he said. “It’s a foolish venture these mortals sent you on.”
“They did not send me. I came here of my own will,” I replied.
“To beg for their lives?”
“Yes.”
“The lesser beings don’t deserve my mercy, and they don’t deserve your devotion.”
I closed my eyes and hung my head.
“You’re wrong.”
My voice was barely a whisper. I turned to face him, my aspect, our patron, an ancient guardian of Azeroth with powers beyond anything I could comprehend. He stared at me, and I knew he was wondering what possessed me to contradict him. I looked up, and inhaled a strengthening breath. We were both silent, staring at each other for the moments that seemed to slip into a slow crawl.
“Why did you choose the form of a child?” he finally asked me.
“I always considered myself the child of my mortal guardians. If it weren’t for them, I would be dead.”

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My first memories were of pain. Unspeakable pain, and fear. I was stolen from my home as were many other young whelps. And not just the blue whelps. Red, Green, Bronze, we were all made into the despicable experiments of Nefarian. We were forced into tiny cages, cut with razors until we bled profusely, dismembered and put back together again in what was coined “The Chromatic Flight,” the ultimate weapon of Deathwing. Our cries for mercy and help fell upon deaf ears. Every night I had to listen to the screams and the crying, and the cheers from the Blackrock clan as they took delight in torturing the helpless whelps who no longer served any purpose to the wicked Black Dragonflight. I didn’t wonder if I was going to die, I wondered when.
My spirits died and my strength waned the longer I was in that terrible prison. When I collapsed after being prodded and assaulted, I merely closed my eyes and waited for the end. I didn’t even have the heart to hate my captors, to fill my thoughts with rage and wish for vengeance. Death was all I could wish for to end the torment.
But a different ending came.
“Invaders have breached the stronghold! We’re under attack!”
“Bandu Thoribas!”
“Destroy them!”
“Fight on, brothers and sisters! Vanquish this evil!”
“These mortals can’t win!”
“There’s too many of them! Warn Lord Nefarius!”
The screams of the whelps turned into sounds of battle. Explosive spells that shook the very foundation of Blackrock Mountain tore through the cursed laboratories, metal clashed against metal and pierced flesh. I could still hear screaming but it was the screams of the minions of Deathwing. The battalion of mortals pushed through, and I felt something for the first time in my life.
Contented.
I would get to die listening to the annihilation of my captors. Though my life was short and full of misery, this one thing was a blessing I would be eternally grateful for. The sounds grew distant and I felt my consciousness slipping away. I heard footsteps nearby, and felt a light touch upon my face. It was soft. Warm. Comforting.
“What heartless creature could do such a thing?”
I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was blurred but I could see the form of a Kaldorei hovering over me. Her face was pale and her hair was like moonlight. I looked into her silver eyes with a newly rising desperation, a desperation to survive.
“Help…me…” I whispered.
“Faleon! This one is still alive!” she shouted. Another elf ran to her side, a tall golden-eyed Kaldorei with cobalt blue hair. He gently stroked my belly, and took off his cloak. The two elves wrapped it around me like I was a swaddling infant, and the female elf held me closely to her breast. I embraced her warmth and focused on her heartbeats as if they were coming from my own weak, failing heart.
“Take her away from this accursed place. Return home, my love. I will come to join you as soon as I can,” the male, Faleon, said. The female nodded and ran through the dark halls with me in her arms.
“Don’t die, little one. We’ll be out of here soon. Just hold on,” she urged me. I tried to keep my eyes on her gentle face, but my consciousness slipped away.