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The Key

Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:39 pm

MY NEW STORY!!!

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Prologue
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A shadow hurtled through space. It wasnt confined to the boundaries of trivial matters like space and time. It was a keeper. The first of the keepers. It had safeguard the planet on which the key to the freedom of the universe lived.

It travelled faster then light, faster then sound but to a caual observer, from a distance, it would seem to be relaxing, slow and steady. As it neared its destination, it began to form, slowly drawing in the ether that filled the space nearby. It drew in the very source of all matter and energy. Yet, it would never be bound within physical boundaires. It would also be timeless.

And then it fell to the ground. The earth was pressed in. At the same time, a baby wailed, a few thousand miles away. The Key had been born. The shadow's duties had started. But even as the baby wailed, an evil welled up within another being. The well would overflow with time, releasing its own rampage of destruction. A destruction the Key would help to halt, if it survived....
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Chapter One:The Meeting
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The Shadow bid its time, lying in wait for the day when the Key would be fit. Fit to be told its purpose. Fit to be trained. It had also sensed the evil welling up within the other being. The Key and the other being were mysteriously similar in their energy levels. Except the other being had a distinctly evil aura.

“Are the seeds planted?” boomed the Lich King, his voice echoing over the arches and stone of his Great wall. His voice was cold, lifeless. His face betrayed no emotion, for he had no face. Sealed inside his prison of ice, the Lich King controlled over one half of the known world. If only he was free... The world would be his. But no matter. He would only have to wait for a mere twenty years if his plan were to succeed.

Bowing, Kel’Thuzad replied, “Yes, my master. Everything is as ordained. The baby is here. The replicate is in place. No one suspects a thing.” His voice was as cold and lifeless as the Lich King but his voice lacked the commanding presence the Lich king had. His face was a cold skeleton, betraying no emotion “But, I think you ought to know, we have had a slight energy fluctuation near the village. It might just be a volcano or tremor but...”

“You may go”, came the reply.

Kel’Thuzad hovered out of the room. The Scourge had launched a new attack on the World Tree. It was not going to succeed. It wasn’t meant to. It was just to test the enemy. Kel’Thuzad would be directing the attack.

Meanwhile, the Lich King sent probes towards the village, trying to locate the energy fluctuation. He found none. Satisfied, he withdrew his probes. He was secretly happy. An emotion he had not experienced for a long time…
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Chapter Two: A reunion
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Twenty years had passed. For the Shadow, it was an insignificant amount of time. But a crucial one. He had safeguarded the elf. But the elf had not known. He would know now. The battle for the control of the universe had begun. Between Order and Chaos. Between the elf and his genetic adversary. The enemy was already being trained. The Shadow knew that. The elf would also have to be trained. It was a battle the Shadow had to win. He would not lose again…

The elf was of the Demon Hunters. Even though young, he was promising having defeated all the ‘Great Ones’ already. Some called him the speed demon. His moon blades would flash around at a speed unmatched by none but the greatest warriors. The blades would spin and slash into a blur. And the enemy would never know what hit them. Never. His fights never took more than a minute.

A summer day, with the sun high up in the sky, the elf went out to collect some food. He relished berries. He was hopeful to find some. The shadow saw his opportunity. He waited up a tree invisible to all sensors. Invisible to a naked eye. Invisible to the naked ear. As soon as the elf passed underneath him, he jumped. And caught him. The elf did not struggle. Something had triggered in his brain. His past memories. Of the last great war. Of his battles....in a life before this. He recognized the Shadow. As his mentor in the previous war. And then, he drained information from the Shadow. He now knew of the war that was to come. His role in it. Everything.

The Shadow escorted him to his den. He then told him of his sibling. His genetic adversary. Another elf. Who had been kidnapped. A decoy elf had been left behind. No more than a mere robot. The war would begin soon.

Meanwhile, the Lich King was making the final preparations. His soldier was ready. Even though the Lich King knew nothing of the last war, he knew of the forthcoming one.
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Chapter Three:Armies prepare
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“So I guess we have to recruit an army first?” asked the elf.

“No. You think I was idling away twenty years? An army is ready.” said the Shadow “We have to lead it in the battle. Nay. You have to lead it in the battle.”

And so the pair set off. None of them knew the enemy’s strength. Perhaps it was better they did not.

Meanwhile, the Lich King was ready. His armies had set off. A gigantic horde of hundreds of thousands of spawns of the darkness. All under one mind. Ready to obey that will to their last breath of unlife.

The Shadow glided through the rocks and trees, obliterating obstacles making the path easier for the elf…..even though the elf was not in need of help. Jumping and slithering over and around obstacles, he managed to keep pace with the gliding shadow. The elf had regained his former power, his former agility. Two entities glided over the earth like two serpents, ready to strike. They soon reached their army. They looked at their armies from an overlying rock.

Goblins, elves, trolls and humans. All at one place for one final encounter. At first glance, the motley group of thousand or so warriors seemed weak in numbers compared to the Lich King’s army. The Lich King knew it. But brimming with contempt as he was, he did not pay more then a first glance. And so he did not know what lay underneath

True, the army numbered only in thousands but these were the cream of the warriors from the living. Handpicked with great care, made to understand, filled with a righteousness, these people were more dangerous then the most terrifying abomination of the undead. They would strike, one with their leader. And when they would strike, they would not withdraw until their head was severed, or their victim was destroyed.

But yet, they stood no chance against the Lich King in direct combat. The all seeing Shadow knew this. And he told the elf this. The elf had never been one for direct combat anyway. Using speed and surprise where brute strength failed, he won his fights. The same tactics applied on to a larger scale would win them the war. The elf believed so.

The elf surveyed his army. A motley collection of warriors, though he doubted their strength. As he watched his army, a feeling bubbled inside him. One of rage and determination. A feeling of the sorrow and anger from the last war. His defeat had cost him a planet. But this time the stakes were higher. A universe depended on the war. And being the tactician he was, Magina, for that was the name of the elf, resolved to use his brains now. O use speed and surprise over brute force. A lesson he had learnt from his defeat.
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Chapter Four: The battle begins
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The Lich Kings army moved out. The Lich King sensed an easy victory. Even then, he had sent most of his army out, with only a few left to guard. He could not risk anything now. He never had taken risks. The undead were strangers to excitement. Risks were to be avoided. But even then, he could not resist the bubble of excitement.

Magina had meanwhile arranged his army. He could sense their determination. Quickly, he formulated a plan of action and outlined it to the assembled troops. Magina himself would lead a stealth attack against the Lich while the rest of them distracted the army. And decimated it. Of course, there wouldn’t be any direct combat. Magina was far too wise for it. Stealth and guerilla warfare would be the key.

After that, he motioned to a group of trolls and took them away from the crowd and whispered something to them. The trolls looked petrified. Magina seemed to insist and the trolls nodded. That night, Magina set off with his troops. He could see the Lich King’ army. It was huge. Magina sighed and then cut off into the jungle with his group while the rest of the army split into their respective positions.

The moon was bright and showed them the path through the jungle, though often he had to rely on fire from the sorceress, Lina. The Shadow was with him, guiding him along, to the Lich King’s base. It was a small group comprising of Magina, Lina, Yunero and a few troll warriors. Magina was betting on the fact that the strongest warriors would be in the army.

The rest of the army had positioned itself in the mountains and valleys. Elven archers lined the craggy tops, their bows set. Their vision was not hampered by the dark either, being Night Elves. Mirana was in charge. She was waiting the army to pass through. At last, they did. Mirana gave the signal. A thousand arrows rained from the mountain tops. Rocks and boulders were hurled down. The Lich King’s army was frightened. It dispersed into the jungle where it was mercilessly cut down by the warriors in there. But many escaped. Things might have been better for the Lich King if they had known that only a hundred archers lined the mountains!

Back at the Lich King’s residence, Terrorblade, as he was known, bowed to the Lich King and set off on his mission. His mission to obliterate his brother…
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Chapter Five:A Hero Falls
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Magina, the shadow and his comapnions were nearing the Lich King. The Blind elf could feel that. But yet.....someone eelse was approaching them too. Something evil yet something like him. And then, with a jolt he realised who it was just as he felt the presence upon him. In the one second he had to react, he had immobilised his companions. It was to be his fight. They were invisible....unmoving

But the moment it took him to do this cost him the chance to defend himself and he found his brother upon him. He reeked of evil. His brother was upon him, immobilising him as he sapped his strength. Magina struggle to release himself but in vain. His body shook and than, in a fit of despair, he let go of his restraints. Terrorblade was thrown back by the sheer force of the energy.Magina stood up, glowing blue. An aura surrounded him and then, he conjured up two moonblades made from celestal steel, as white as moonlight and as sharp moonbeams. His eyes blazed with a fire not seen since the last Great Battle.

His aura pulsated as he walked forward, his moonblades weaving around him. Yet, Terrorblade was not moved by this sight. He stood up and held his ground. Slowly, he curled into a small ball and suddenly, with the ferocity of a volcano exploding, he roared a roar more terrible than one could imagine. His body morphed into a demon. Horns sprouted from his head, Wings unfolded and his hands burned with a hellish fire.

Terrorblade flew high up into the sky and unleashed a barrage of green fire at Magina. Magina too jumped up, his moonblades deflecting the fire away before it could singe them. To say he was fast would be an understatement. It looked as though he was teleporting. But Terrorblade was, if not faster, just as fast and avoided th moonblades as though they were harmless little toothpick. Yet, even he could face celestial steel, demonic as he was and his body singed.

It seemed clear who was winning the fight. But the contestants knew that the younger, blind brother was weakening. The form asked too much of him. And just as Terrorblade deflected another attack, Magina fell. For they had both been fighting. And as he fell, Terrorblade swooped down and punched Magina in the stomach. Such was the intensity of the blow that the ground cracked upon the impact.Magina reverted back to his old form and lay still. Terrorblade walked away, victorious.
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Chapter Six:Hope
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The shadow nullified Magina’s magic a short while later and went on to inspect him. His breath was faint and the shadow walked away, disappointed. It seemed he had abandoned hope…

Meanwhile, Magina’s army was faring a little better. They had continued their raids on the undead, plundering away little by little but they couldn’t hide forever. A few days passed in this fashion but then the undead stopped wandering about and marched onto the nearby villages, hoping to force their enemies out of hiding. Their tactic worked and the night elves and humans came out of hiding. One night, while the undead rested on the outskirts of the village, they ambushed them, charging into their midst.

But it had been a trap. No sooner had they set foot than the undead camp rose up to fight them. The ambushers had been ambushed. But they recovered soon enough and fought back valiantly but the undead simply over powered them. The battlefield was a fireworks display as the cold of the undead met with the warmth of the Sentinel. Fire and ice fought each other, the ice gaining a foothold as time passed. Things looked bleak for the humans and the night elves…

Meanwhile, the Shadow and his companions had set on without their leader, in a bid to take the Lich King by surprise. They reached his stronghold undetected and entered. Victory seemed to be nearing for they had found no guards. Yet, the shadow was suspicious. The fact someone as strong as Terrorblade had not joined the undead army unnerved him…

Even as things looked bleak, hope had risen one again. Magina stirred, and rose slowly, his arms supporting him. Scarred as he was, he did not look weak. To the contrary, he looked as strong as ever.
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Chapter Seven:The Pit of Death
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Magina raced forward towards the castle, his ruse had worked well. He had anticipated his brother and planned it accordingly. Truth be told, he had used up just a fraction of his power. Jumping from tree top to tree top, he looked like the ghost of an elf, set against the background of a still night’s dark sky. His handsome face shone with a radiance that was not of the moon. His features were highlighted, and ripping off his shirt, he stood in front of the Lich King’s stronghold, moonlight rippling across his bare chest.

The Lich King’s residence reeked of cold, an unearthly still surrounding the place. The very ground and plants around the building seemed to have died, cracks running through the ground. He could sense the Lich King.

Meanwhile, the human and elf army combined were diminishing. In a final effort, Furion, Magina’s father called upon the forces of nature. Trees shook for their ancient manacles and rose up to walk and serve The Great One. The trees giant branches brushed off the Scourge armies, as though they were nothing more than irritating flies. The Scourge experienced a new feeling-fear. They ran helter-skelter for cover. As the war seemed to have been won, a new voice raged above the confusion, “CALM!” .The scourge fell silent at once, the battle field as still as a graveyard…for many it was one.

The Lich known by the name of Kel’Thuzad floated above the heads of the tallest warrior. His voice, as chill as the Artic seemed to send waves of cold over the armies of the living. Speaking words of magic, he spun around twice and then vanished. As soon as he disappeared, all hell broke lose. Literally. A pit opened up into the midst of the battle ground from which emerged creatures the world had not seen since the last Great War. Creatures commanding ancient magic, as ancient as time. Demons from Sargaeras’ time.

As Magina stood outside the gates, a few metres from him, inside the mansion were his companions, huddled around in fear, cowed down by skeletons and necromancers...
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Chapter Eight:Hounded Beings
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Magina studied the building carefully. It was old, yet had a polished look to it. He could almost feel the ghosts of the people who died for the undead. But, he also found another emotion. Desperation. The undead army was no more than people who had become vessels for the Lich King. He vaulted over the walls into the courtyard. Entwined pillars stood firm in the damp dark ground. Little light seemed to penetrate into the building. Where, outside the moon shone fiercely, inside it was nothing more than a weak candle in the night sky. Suddenly screams pierced his ears. Screams of his companions. Magina rushed towards them, and reaching the source of the voice in an instant, he found the place deserted. The sound seemed to come from the walls. And a little too late, he realized it for what it was, a trap.

The living looked in a mixture of awe and fear at the beasts. Black as the darkest moonless night, horns protruded from their bodies, seemingly in random. Their appearance was hideous, to say the least. But they seemed to be surrounded by an aura, an aura which made even the bravest of soldiers cower in pain. Even the undead retreated, afraid of these monsters. For a moment, all was calm. And then, as one, the monsters attacked the living. Their armies retreated, running as they had never run. Seeing this, the undead chased them.

Magina escaped just in time to avoid two tons of falling muscle and iron as a beast crashed towards the ground. It was fat and armour laden, with bulk that could possible crush a small mountain. Its face was distorted, as though stretched. It lay on the ground unmoving as Magina surveyed it from a safe distance. Suddenly, another of those beasts crashed through the roof and Magina, only managed to avoid it by holding its head as it fell and flipping over to its back. Even so, the shockwaves shook him through. And then, the two beasts stood up and started pounding at the ground. Magina taken by surprise stood in shock and then, all of a sudden, the floor crumbled and broke. Magina fell through as the beasts jumped up to the ceiling. Magina slid towards a block hole at the centre of the hall below, its floors slanting.
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Chapter Nine:Terrorblade
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The monsters from the pit soon gave up on them, a thousand years of hunger fuelling their rage, they turned upon their previous masters. The undead were slaughtered easily but they managed to form a group and fought back against their will controlled by their king...The monsters ravaged through their ranks, tearing them apart as though they wre rag dolls. Not to give up, the Lich rose once again to unleash upon the poor beings a freezing death as his deathly ice bounced amongst them. His minions were soon dead but he had paid a heavy price for his folly. Only a fraction of the original army was left and they would now have to flee. He looked at the enemy, to see a palladin still chanelling his spell...

Meanwhile Magina sped downwards through the tunnel, try his uttermost to stop his fall, his blades cutting through the rock on either side of him. The tunnel, after what seemed like an eternity suddenly opened up he found himself in a room, hanging by his blades which were now cut deep into the wall. He swun and let go of his moonblades landing smoothly on his feet. When he stood up, he found himself face to face with Terrorblade...

"I see you are back...".

Magina transformed and watched Trroblade do the same. Then, in one fluid motion, he appeared behind Terrorblade and made a slask at him with his moon blades. Terrorblade turned around and blocked it with his own.Then, suddenly, Magina ducked down and kicked at Terrorblade's legs. Terrorblade fell down, surprised and a second later found Magina's moonblades at his neck, digging into it, sapping away at his energy...Magina removed his knife and plunged it into his brother's stomach, feeling the wam blood flow out. Suddenly, Terrorlade kicked him free and embracing himself, he let out a cry. And then, mysteriously, a green orb floated towards magina and in the instant that it touched him, he felt his energy drain away. Terrorblade's wounds closed up, he seemed to get stronger. Terroblade jumped upon and slicded open Magina's chest with his blades. Warm red blood flowed out and slashing again, a cross appeared upon his chest, coloured with his own blood.

Terrorblade forced open Magina's mouth and sucked out the last reserves of energy, leaving Magina to die, too weak to even breath...
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Chapter Ten:The Lich King Awakens
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Magina, though near death, still commanded an army alive and strong, currently marching upon the Lich King. They covered their ground quickly, taking only one night to complete the arduos journey. Their hundred men were confident to the extent of being cocky, having deafeated a foe that outnumbered them ten to one.They thought of themselves to be invincible. A mistake that would cost them their lives, their freedom.

Terrorblade walked upto the Lich King.

"Magina lies broken and weak, unable to move, unable to fight. He is dead."

The Lich King sent out a pulse of energy and a moment later, penetrated Terrorblade's mind. Terrorblade doubled over in agony as his mind was cut through, a path forged. And then the Lich King realized. And with realization, he relinquished his hold over his vessel's mind. For that was all he was. A vessel. The Lich King was angry, Terrorblade had failed him. He had not had the heart to kill his brother.

And at that moment, Terrorblade knew what was going to happen and in a final effort, rushed at the Lich King, his blades drawn. The Lich King seemed to smile and then, in an instant, it was over. All his dreams, his preparation. It had all paid off... Terrorblade fell to the ground, seemingly weakened and then he rose up, his eyes burning white. The Lich King finally had a body.
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Chapter Eleven:His Coup-De-Grace
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Magina was weak, too weak to move or breathe. But his brother had forgotten his greatest strength, his ability to recover from any wound, no matter how grievous, no matter how serious. And Magina exhibited that property yet again. While it did sap him of a lot of his energy reserves, they would replenish quickly enough. Now, his main priority was to find his army and to aid them against his brother. He knew his brother was too strong for the army and thy only stood a chance with his help. Calling out to his mentor, his advisor to come out from the shadows, he focused on the gate outside the Lich King’s fortress. But he was not merely concentrating on the place; he was also willing himself to go back in time, a skill given to him by The Shadow. He suddenly disappeared as though drawn into a black hole and appeared noiselessly outside a mansion, on a tree. His past self was standing outside the gat, as he himself had stood.

Meanwhile, the army was nearing the stronghold, morally strong. Magina sensed his army coming and he followed his brother into the mansion. He headed straight towards the main building, watching himself go towards the voices, towards the trap. He walked straight into the mansion, aware that no one would be looking for him believing his brother to be killing him. This had been his coup-de-grace all along. A direct attack upon the Lich King, to hold him till his army arrived.

Following the energy trails, he very soon reached the main chambers, the halls of the Lich King. And then he saw a sight like no other. His eye attuned to magic, he saw the Lich King’s ethereal form leave his throne and enter his brother. He saw his brother succumb to him, his aura washed away by the Lich King’s. The Lich King finally had a body.

The Lich King himself had sensed Magina and he walked towards the doors, expecting him. Magina saw him advancing and stood his ground in the narrow passageway, anticipating a fight. But when the Lich King spoke, he spoke in a wooing voice, mesmerizing Magina. Magina’s eyes looked dazed, and he just stood there, perplexed as the Lich King extended Terrorblade’s right arm, a spike of ice appearing on it. And then he charged. He was moments away from being gored to death and then, suddenly, the Shadow rushed in between, absorbing the weapon, and then he crumpled to the ground, faint. For the sword had been enchanted. Magina snapped to his senses as this happened and as his brother’s body prepared for another charge, he stood his ground and at the last minute disappeared, leaving the Lich King slashing at mere air.

Magina reappeared instantly behind his brother and slashed at his hide. His eyes saw the energy leaking out of the slashes but they closed instantly, healed. His brother turned around slashing at him only to feel another sharp bout of pain at his back….but healed instantly. Magina dashed around the hall, chipping away at his brother, slowly but he knew this could not go on for ever. He was tiring, his reserves running out. And then it happened.

Magina was careless for a moment and the Lich King’s ice sword found it mark: Magina’s heart. The sword went through his body, the poison spreading and then, as the sword was withdrawn, he fell to the ground, vanquished. Evil had won, or so it seemed. For how could the army win against a foe this strong…? They had no choice but to surrender now with their leaders defeated. This was the end. All thy had fought for was in vain…
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Chapter Twelve:The Master Plan
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The Lich King was finally victorious. After years of toil and anticipation, he now had a body and the oppsition was all but dead.He could finally take over all of his planet. There would be no opposition.

But more importantly, now he ccould combat Sargaeras and his fabled Deathlords. None would stand before his might. He raised a mighty army from the deceased from the previous battle and with his newfound energy, transported them instantly towards him. Now, Magina's depleted army would have to rebattle the undead, along with their former allies, now dead.

TerrorBlade turned his back upon the battle and walked towards the doors to his mansion. For him, the war was over.

And then it happened.

TerrorBlade had no sooner touched the doors than he crumpled over and fell down. The battle about to start ws forgotten about as all watched TerrorBlade. He lay writhing on the floor, like a baby cursed with hellish pain. His form changed from demon to human and then to demon again in a series of transformations.

And then, as though relieved, he rose up. His eyes had lost their former ice. Terrorbalde took to flight as his powerful wings bore him. He flew in the air for some time and refreshed, came down.

Entranced by the transformation, the Sentinel failed to notice that the undead had all fallen to the ground, their movements fading away, as they all became still.

It was clear. The Lich King was no more. TerrorBlade had now taken repossession of his body. He then, ignoring the Sentinel bowed down, touching the ground. Circles appeeared and out of them rose a being like none other. It was the great Sargaeres himself. His body took in all matter, swallowing it. He was a void unto himself.

His master plan had suceeded. There was no stopping the demons now. TerrorBlade had seen to it that he would return. To take over Lordaeron and the rest of the world, once again. And this time there would be no stopping. Sargaeres stepped out of the circle, as demonic beings burst out, like the ones the Lich had summoned, only a thousand times more numerous. The Living had lost, as they must have. For what chance did puny mortals have against the dead?

And so all order collapsed into chaos..
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