Find Where I Belong (Anduin Wrynn X OC)

Chapter 6: Ghost of the Past

Genn wasn't too far behind, as he and small groups of the Alliance army made it to the edge of the forest, trails of ember and black smoke covering the area from the earlier battle caused by the retaliation Horde. But when the trio regrouped and looked out to the gas covered field, many of them were not as lucky.

Forsaken fighters emerged from the dirt. If the Blight didn't catch the unlucky few, they would make their end slow and swift.

"The Blight has broken our ranks!" Genn gawked at the sight before looking up towards Anduin, seeking advice on a backup plan.

Anduin's eyes shifted, mentally scouring battle plans and strategies for anyway to counter this surprise anomaly. But Schyuler could see the look in his eyes. The look of defeat. "Our assault has been for nothing,"

Schyuler's head hung low as she processed that sentence. They were outnumbered due to the blight. There was absolutely no possible way they'd survive one more assault. This couldn't be the end. Not already when this way had merely begun.

Lost in her thoughts, the wind picked up around them as the strands of her autumn brown hair blew in her face. Brushing them back, Schyuler glanced around to see tree branches and leaves dancing in the wind as a giant dark shadow loomed towards them amonced giant grey clouds. Now there was to be a storm to rain on their parade?

"Anduin, Genn," Schyuler patted the king's shoulder as she gained their attention, the pair turning to glance up at the cloud.

Genn growled at the sight, his golden orbs staring attentively. "What now?"

The clouds drew closer towards the edge of the forest, close enough for them to distinguish a giant shape within it. Appearing from within, a giant ship floated along the fire's smoke. A harpie figurehead pierced forward as the sail drew tainted white. The wood was a dark oak colour as it clashed with the smoke. A net of magic coated in a sparkling mesh of pink and blue kept the ship afloat in the air without the need for a body of water.

Standing at the cathead of the ship was a middle aged woman with long blonde hair combined with white strands tied together in a long braid over her shoulder. Wearing a beautiful navy blue and white cloak overtop her matching robes, a sorcerers staff with a vibrant teal crystal shined at its head. Her crystal blue eyes overlooked the battlefield as Schyuler could literally feel the tension in Anduin's shoulder subside.

"Is that--!"

"Jaina!" Anduin beat Schyuler to it as he acknowledged the arrival of his aunt. Though not related by blood, she was still very much family to him.

Jaina said she'd join them for the siege, but when their assault had moved forward in time unexpectedly, it never occurred to Schyuler that she'd make it in time. But she now realized that the notion was never in doubt.

They watched as Jaina raised her hands in the air, concentrating, as a giant blue snowflake took shape at the center of the battlefield. It was beautiful, majestic even. Schyuler had to stop herself from counting all of the details she could make out with the naked eye, captivated by its presence. The snowflake shattered, a wave of blue ice magic combing the grounds. It neutralized the blight on contact as the green gas vanished, the Forsaken turned to frozen statues.

"She got rid of the Blight!" Schyuler gasped in awe.

This could be their chance. They might have a shot of still winning this battle!

"Alliance! Forward!" Anduin commanded.

With the remaining troops they had left, Anduin led a charge across the battlefield. Schyuler glanced up to the Lordaeron watch towers. The archers that surveyed the Blight now looked on in horror, as many retreated back into the city.