Honor's Past

[Archivist~Bel]

Honor's Past

Author: Eoika
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=162709&p=1&tmp=1#post162709

What are the orders Lieutenant Commander Eoika?

He wanted to get away from all this, away from leading; away from what he was ordered to do. Eoika has always considered himself as a soldier of the alliance, he never felt that he was a leader. He bowed before Aelthalas, the Silverwing Officer in Darnassus and requested to take the night off.

Stunned at what she just heard, she raised her elvish fingers to her chin and pondered for a moment. "Well..." she paused for a moment in an effort to find words, "Our Elite team has been able to push the horde back lately... I have no problem with you taking the night off, however..." The rest his superior was saying became a jumbled a mess in his head. He knew with her okay that he could. He called his trusty spotted tiger mount, the very same one that has served him since he was first able to ride and sped off towards Astranaar.

Eoika loved Astranaar, he could not get away from it. From its stunning mirror like moat to the towering trees that just never seemed to end. Even the bright lights that the wisps would emit as you walked by. You could hear everything from this silent place, the deers quietly munching away at the grass, the squirrels running about collecting acorns and nuts, the beautiful songs that the Wisps recited. He could not remember as to why he left this place, this paradise that he had called home for so long. Then it hit him, the sound of metal striking wood, the beating of work drums, the sounds of blaziers errupting. The smell of buring wood was in the air and reminded him that the horde was near by.

Astranaar was on the very front of the war in Kalimdor, threatening it and its family with fire, metal and Destruction. He walked by the hunter hall letting out a sigh of relief that everything is still as he remembered it, nothing had seem to change. He began to walk south towards the towards the bridge, looking around enjoying the eye candy that he had missed so much, but something caused him to stop. A floating light that the wisps are responsible for. He stopped his movements and began to follow it with his eyes. It crept closer, slowly to his eyes. Then something abnormal that he noticed, the light began to alter, it quickly flashed a bright red, almost recognizing who it was near. It pulsated around Eoika's head, circling around it as the red light got brighter, beating quicker. Finally the blinking red light ended before Eoika's eyes the light seeming to die out changing from its bright red to the darkest black he has ever whitnessed. It began to slowly fall back towards the ground, or so it seemed. It emitted a yellow as bright as his eyes and exploded right before his face. He turned his head to the side and covered his eyes feeling a slight daze come over his head he peak out of his eyes to make sure his sight was still intaact.

His eyes opened and everything was how it was, just slightly different. Everything that was Astranaar was covered in a golden shade, Astranaar seemed to have received a new paint job and nothing more. He stopped for a moment to look around, to whitness if everything was gold. Something else cought his eye however, a Night Elf Warrior with purple hair, spiked slightly up and mostly to the back, sword and shield unsheathed he nervously walked up to Eoika completely ignoring him, gazing his way out over the bridge. Eoika stepped back and realized what the young warrior saw, the Horde was here and in force.

[Archivist~Bel]

(Addition to: Honor's Past)

"Warrior, fall back. Return to the Hippogryph master and fly to Auberdine. Get some help. I will try to hold them off." The Warrior ignored Eoika and continued to walk towards the bridge.

"WARRIOR! FALL BACK! NOW!" Still no response came from him. Aggravated, Eoika now began to walk speedily towards the warrior. Reaching his hand out over his shoulder, "WARRI..." His hand passed right through.

Eoika paused for a minute continuing to pass his hand through the warrior's body. "... What the...? Am I...?" The warrior turned around to look at Eoika, then turning to look at the city that he loved. "No one's here," he said allowed, "I guess I have no choice, I can not hide this time. I have to defend the city." Eoika jumped back a step after hearing these words. Stunned he began to walking backwards to the Hunter's Hall. His hand reached for his chest, feeling a sharp pain. Eoika knew these words, who knew them well. He looked back at the warrior and knew who he was looking at. The Spiky purple helmet hair, the lengthy pale blue arms and legs, the necklace that was given to him so long ago. He was looking at himself, and this was his past.

Eoika walked out towards the moat, looking down at its new gold tint then looking back up at the horde. This was the very same battle from the past. The greenish troll warrior with the very same spiky helmet hair. The Orc Warrior holding down on the ground the axe, leaning on it, the very same axe that Eoika would eventually know as "The Reaper". The Orc Warrior was pointing at places in Astranaar, sending out his orders, telling each of his followers to get into position. The younger troll stood back by the leader, waiting for his order. Eoika stopped and looked back at his past. He was now outside the city, completely unaware of the scale of the assault that was about to take place.

Eoika stared at his past, who was now standing just outside the cities edge. "Completely amateur... What in Azeroth was I thinking back then." Eoika stood within the city watching what he knew would unfold. The Orc warrior motioned his troll follower out. Laughing in young Eoika's direction he pointed towards him and said something in Orcish. The troll quickly charged at Past Eoika, dazing him for a second, swinging both of his axes wildly. Eoika was dazed for a moment but quickly regained himself and began to defend against the attacks. He parried and blocked the Troll's attacks with his shield, trying to find his opponent's weakness.

Older Eoika looked on from the city, watching his younger self get pushed backed into the city. Then, just before his reached the bridge to the city, the horde leader yelled, echoing it through out the forest, the two guards that were closest to Eoika were now being assaulted by two Rogues that he did not notice earlier. At that moment, the troll swung both of his axes in opposite motions, one horrizontally, the other vertically. Younger Eoika extended out his shield to block the horizotal swing and quickly rolled towards his shield, going around the outside to what he now saw was an opening. He took his sword and drove it into the Troll, peircing the mail that he wore and continued into his body.

Eoika took his sword out of the troll and looked towards the Orc leader. Eoika haunched over, keeping eye contact with the orc catching his breath. The Warrior stood there, fist in palm, massaging the knuckles of his fist. Older Eoika was now standing next to his younger self, mimicing his movements. They both stood up straight, changing how he was holding the sword with the blade facing towards the ground as they brought the hilt of the sword up to their heart.
"I've done all I can do... I guess this is my time." they both said in unison as the Younger Eoika brought his sword back to the original way he was holding it. The Orc slowly began to walk towards younger Eoika, his pace changing from a slow walk, to a speed walk then to a sprint. Older Eoika moved infront of his past self hoping to block the Warrior's attack. The warrior past right through Eoika, reminding him that he was not part of this story. Older Eoika stopped and looked back at the continuing charging orc warrior. His weapon not even drawn he continued charge at his younger self. His past began to charge at the Orc warrior hoping to deal the attack that would end the Orc's life before his was forfeit. His past ducked down and prepared to stab the Orc's gut, or at least he tried. The Orc Warrior grabbed his Past's face with his open hand and continued to run, dragging him back into the city.

Leiutenant Commader? Leiutenant Commander Eoika? A hand reached out for his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He turned back to notice that the omnipresent gold has vanished. The guards that died in battle were new and replaced. He continued to look in the direction where he saw his old self and the orc, but just found young Night Elves talking, laughing. ".. Yeah... I'm fine." He moved his hand up to his forehead trying to understand just what exactly happened. The Sentinal smiled and returned to her post as Eoika began to walk down the path towards Silverwind Outpost.