Suddenly a night elf in brown robes came up to us, purple hair swaying to and fro in her dash to come here. "Wait! " she yelled, stopping us. "Kioal has to know something!"
"I'll be back," I mouthed to Ten. "What's the matter?" I asked to the elf girl.
"Your father, he's in trouble at the city! I don't know how long he can-" she started.
"What? Who's attacking him? Who?" I interrupted.
"A Worgen, his name is Troy Nightfire!" she gasped, out of breath, her hands on her knees.
That announcement made my blood run cold. My father... attacked by Troy... in the city...
"Lead the way," I growled, now furious at what Troy had been doing.
"Y-yes, of course!" she stammered, and led me to the city.
Fear and fury were racing through my body as we got closer.
Chikira knew he shouldn't have gone back to the city, but that mysterious figure was too interesting to ignore. He also should have brought backup, but his conscience told him he could handle this person alone. Right now, though... anxiety pooled in his gut.
'Curiosity wins another round, unfortunately,' he thought crossly.
He continued walking towards the Greymane Court, where he last saw the figure at. His hands rested uneasily on the hilts of his sword and dagger, which were sheathed on his hips. The mist still clung to the land here, but it was not as thick as before. Still, he found it a wee bit difficult to see very far.
His thoughts wandered back to his son, Kioal. How would the poor boy react if Chikira was badly injured, or worse, killed here?
His left eye watered a little at the thought, the right one lost long ago and covered by an eye patch. He had already lost his wife a year ago in Icecrown Citadel. He remembered how the wall of ice prevented him from helping her in her battle with her brother, Jaiden Bonefreeze. And when he heard the explosion... he nearly broke down from the sorrow.
She was his everything. He loved how her silver eyes glimmered at night, the butterfly markings on her face accenting her beauty. Her voice was like harp music - elegant and mystical. When she was still alive, she'd always tell stories to the family, which included him, their son, her, and their daughter, Shahra Darkblade, who was currently residing at Darnassus.
He had forgotten about her as well... damn it to hell, he was getting old. He didn't know why she was staying at Darnassus, though. Shahra did say that she preferred her natural home at Teldrassil. It made his heart ache a little at the thought...
"So glad you could come, Chikira," a deep voice growled, suddenly derailing his train of thought. The Rogue looked this way and that, trying to discern where it came from.
"Who's there?" he inquired, to the air. It couldn't have been his imagination, that voice was too real to put off.
"Someone your son knows..." the voice replied, and some of the mist parted to reveal a Worgen in green armor, blades on the shoulders and helmet. Skulls rested on the shoulder plates, and the man - Chikira guessed it was a man, given his frame - hefted a rather large axe in one hand, a yellow light glowing in the middle of the blade.
"Uh... who are you?" the Rogue questioned, suddenly becoming wary. Whoever this guy was, he looked dangerous.
"I used to be a pathetic whelp called Troy Nightfire... but he is no more. Instead, I have a new title," the other explained, removing his helmet and gazing madly at Chikira.
"I am Deathfang!" Troy roared.
"How... what..." Chikria was at a loss for words. When did Troy act like this?
"I see you are greatly confused. Simply put, the Aspect of Death - Deathwing - granted me the power to unleash the worgen on this nation. When that didn't work, I supposed the Forsaken would destroy you, but I knew you and your son wouldn't be taken down by mere undead. Fortunately, you can rest assured that Kioal will be safe..." the person called "Deathfang" began. Chikira cocked his head quizzically, much like a dog.