Author: Thiru gthiru
Fandom: Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos and Expansion: The Frozen Throne
Warnings: Mild violence, Romance
Pairings: Akasha, the Queen of Pain & Magina, the Anti-Mage
Disclaimer: I don't own any one of the characters in Warcraft III.
Note(s): Final part of the series.
Summary: Seeing as how this is the final chapter and all, I shouldn't summarise it right?
She was running.
The world around her was a blur of black and grey. She had no inkling as to why she was running. Perhaps she was being chased. Or perhaps she was chasing someone.
Suddenly, she spotted a shimmering beacon of light ahead of her. She stopped running. Relieved, she started heading towards it. Perhaps it was a way out.
As she neared the source of light, she could make out a silhouette of a man. He looked ever so familiar and yet she couldn’t remember who he was. She started running again.
After what seemed like forever, she began to realize that she wasn’t getting any closer to him. In fact, it seemed as if he was moving further away from her the more she ran. She summoned every ounce of strength she had and chased after him. She opened her mouth, wanting to scream out for him but no words came out.
She could only watch helplessly as he began to disappear from her sight together with the beacon of light. Everything was dark again.
Akasha awoke with a start, sweat dripping in buckets down her body. She shivered from the cold air that enveloped her entire being and looked around at her surroundings. She was in a dark, dank cell. It was familiar. She remembered that the cells of the Lich King's citadel looked like this.
She thought she was a goner for sure when the Phantom Assassin and Nerubian Assassin had attacked her. And yet here she was, alive, in a prison cell of the Lich King’s mighty citadel.
She wondered why they hadn’t killed her yet. Perhaps they wanted to punish her first? Whatever it was, she really didn’t care. Her thoughts were only one thing, or one person to be more exact.
“Magina,” she whispered.
The thought of him brought a smile to her lips. She recalled the pleasure that his touch brought when he had made love to her the other night and it seemed to provide her with some warmth amidst the chill of the cell.
A twinge of sadness tugged at her heart when she realized she might never see him again. She wasn’t even sure if he was alive. They might have killed him too, the thought of which threatened to tear her apart.
She laughed, a bitter laugh that echoed throughout the entire cell and came back to haunt her, louder than ever.
She was the Queen of Pain, an entity that was supposed to be feared by many for her cruel and sadistic nature. Yet, here she was feeling sorry for herself and longing for another like a lovesick puppy.
And because of this, deep down there was something she yearned for more than the Anti-Mage.
“You’re a fool if you think you can do this,” Furion said disapprovingly.
Magina sighed and shook his head and continued to hit the tree in front of him with his moonblades. He had been through this conversation with Furion many times and yet the ancient night elf incessantly admonished him for what he planned to do.
“I’ll be fine, old man,” Magina said tiredly.
Furion clenched his fists, and with as much restraint as possible, spoke in an even voice. “What you’re talking about here is suicide. No one from the Sentinel has ever headed to the citadel of the Lich King and came out alive.”
“None of them could blink then,” Magina said flatly.
“She’s most likely to be dead by now!” Furion shouted. “Why can’t you understand that?”
“I have to do this,” the younger night elf replied determinedly.
It was Furion’s turn to sigh. “Akasha is not something worth for you to risk your life over, Magina. She’s a demon,” he said exasperatedly.
The Anti-Mage remained silent. He had already made up his mind. Even if she was dead, he vowed that he would hunt down her killers.
Magina had never forgiven himself for running away that night and leaving Akasha to die. Nothing he did could possibly atone for his cowardly deed and if he even hoped to breathe normally ever again, he had to avenge Akasha.
A small part of him believed that she was still alive, perhaps being tortured though the notion pained him.
“There isn’t going to be a fairy-tale ending to this you know,” Furion said, interrupting his thoughts.
“I know,” Magina said quietly.
Yes, there probably wasn’t going to be a fairy tale ending to this story.
But he could always hope.
Akasha was roused from a slumber by the sound of metal on metal. She squinted against the darkness and to her chagrin, the Phantom Assassin Mortred was outside her cell. The sound came from her weapon, the ring-blade, hitting against the iron bars of the prison cell.
“I’m surprised that you haven’t tried to get out of here,” Mortred said coolly.
Akasha stared at Mortred as if she were a cockroach, hoping that the night elf would leave her in peace, but to no avail. Mortred stared right back at her, her face an emotionless mask.
“You and both know why I can’t get out of here and why I didn’t even bother to try,” Akasha said snidely. “Someone cast an anti-magic spell in this cell, preventing the use of magic.”
“You helped Magina kill the Soulkeeper. It’s an apt punishment for a turncoat such as you,” Mortred returned, her holier-than-thou disposition reflecting in her tone.
“It takes one to know one, my dear. At least I didn’t kill a friend,” Akasha said, laughing loudly.
Mortred’s azure cheeks coloured a deep shade of crimson, her embarrassment clearly evident. After all, she had killed her own friend Shandel all in the name of revenge against the mainstream night elf society who had shunned her just because she belonged to the isolated night elf group known as the wardens. And by joining the Scourge, it was the perfect way she could exact her vengeance.
She knew she had done the right thing, but the way Akasha put forward her statement made Mortred feel like scum. She sneered.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Akasha,” she said ominously. “I would kill you right now if I had a choice.”
“Then why don’t you?” Akasha challenged.
“Because,” Mortred said, as if she were speaking to a child. “The Lich King’s right-hand man KelThuzad plans on making an example out of you by killing you himself. No one betrays the Scourge.”
“And when do I die exactly?”
“Tomorrow,” Mortred replied.
“I can’t wait,” Akasha said sarcastically.
An eerie smile crossed Mortred’s face. “Neither can I.”
The next day
Akasha was sitting at the corner of the room, her mind wandering aimlessly when she heard numerous footsteps which stopped just outside of her cell. She looked up to see Mortred flanked by numerous ghouls and necromancers at her sides. The door to her cell was forced open by the ghouls.
“Your day of reckoning is here, Akasha!” Mortred announced. She looked at the Scourge minions and gestured at Akasha. “Get her!”
Akasha didn’t even struggle as the monsters advanced and attacked her. She had already resigned herself to her fate.
It didn’t take too long for her to be knocked out cold.
When she came to, Akasha found herself in a circular chamber on a pedestal in the ceremonial hall of the Lich King’s citadel. Immediately she knew what was about to happen.
Enemies of the Scourge were brought so that “judgement” -as the Scourge put it- could be passed upon them. Akasha had been witness to a few of these ceremonies and never would have fathomed that she would become the person up on the pedestal.
The circular chamber Akasha was trapped in was designed in such a way that it was impossible to destroy from the inside and prevented the use of magic, perfect for imprisonment.
The ‘executioner’ was always the Lich KelThuzad, who would stand upon the pedestal and begin chanting a spell. It was potent and extremely dangerous and only mages of the Lich’s competence were capable of pulling it off. Upon completion, a block of ice would begin to form inside the body of the person inside the chamber and on the Lich’s mental command, it would implode from within, completely obliterating the recipient of the spell.
The Lich was addressing the crowd of Scourge minions. The only two generals present were the ones who were responsible for her capture, Anubarak and Mortred.
“Right here before your very eyes we have a traitor!” KelThuzad bellowed in his trademark baritone voice. He scanned the crowd, locking eyes with each and everyone one of them. He gestured at Akasha. “Yes, my friends, your eyes do not deceive you. She used to be one of us yet now she is before us a murderer of one of our own, even to the point of allying herself with a general from the Sentinels.”
At this point the crowd went wild, cursing and shouting obscenities at Akasha. KelThuzad held up a hand and the crowd immediately silenced.
“For her crimes, she will suffer just like anyone who opposes the Scourge and the will of the Lich King! And let this be a warning to anyone who chooses to oppose us!” he shouted which earned monstrous cheers from the crowd.
The cheers died down when he raised his arms high up in the air, signaling the commencement of the spell. He started to chant.
Akasha clenched her eyes shut.
She was ready for this.
She had wanted death, after all. She had to be ready for it.
Still, she wanted to see him one last time. She wanted to hold him, and love him and have a chance to say goodbye.
With a desperation that was unexpected of her, the Queen of Pain began to fervently strike the insides of the chamber, hoping to break it even though she knew it was pointless.
She began to scream hysterically, a heartbreaking cry that echoed throughout the ceremonial hall.
He heard it.
As fast as his legs could carry him he ran towards the direction where the scream had come from.
And then he saw her. Trapped, screaming frantically, a sight that sent anger coursing through his veins.
Just as KelThuzad was about to chant the final lines of his spell, chaos ensued when all of a sudden the Anti-Mage appeared beside him on the pedestal and attacked him, stopping the spell.
“Magina!” Akasha screamed from inside the chamber. He didn’t have to look at her to sense her happiness at seeing him; her voice spoke volumes.
He grabbed the lich by his heavy dress and flung him into the shocked crowd of onlookers.
“How the hell did he get in here?!” Mortred cried out.
Before anyone could stop him, Magina expertly sliced the exterior of the chamber with his moonblades, shattering it. Akasha stepped out and Magina’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She gave him a look that was both questioning while joyous.
“Why?” she simply asked.
“No time for that,” Magina replied. He gestured at the Scourge minions and generals before them. “You think you can do something about this before we make our escape?”
Anubarak and Mortred were already advancing upon them when Akasha quickly let loose a high-pitched scream which eventually became a humongous sonic wave. The force of the wave forced the generals to the ground and immediately killed the lesser minions present.
They both knew that even with all the minions gone they couldn’t hope to take on Mortred, Anubarak and KelThuzad all at the same time. So they did what they were best at.
KelThuzad got up, angrily dusting himself off. “Get them!” he shouted but even as the words left his mouth he knew it was too late.
They were gone.
They continued to blink until they were as far away from the citadel as possible and only stopped when they reached a clearing by a riverbank.
“Do you think they followed us?” Akasha asked, panting for breath. The escape had taken more out of her than expected.
Magina didn’t reply. Instead, he clutched his chest in pain and knelt to the ground. Akasha knelt down beside him and was surprised to see the number of injuries on his body. Blood gashed from wounds on his chest, arms and legs. He looked like he had just been through a war and survived.
To her, he never looked any more beautiful.
“I can’t believe you went through the citadel’s defenses just to save me,” Akasha said. “Why?”
“It wasn’t easy, I tell you,” he said.
“Answer my question,” she snapped. “How could you put yourself at risk like that?”
“I think you know why,” Magina replied quietly.
Akasha fell silent. She did know why. She just wasn’t sure if she could accept it.
She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t,” she said coldly. “I think its high-time that we end this little relationship we have, elf. For both our sakes.”
“I’m in love with you.”
All the colour drained from Akasha’s cheeks. “W-what did you say?” she stammered.
Magina stood up, face-to-face with Akasha, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body. “I love you, Queen of Pain,” he said, moving closer to her.
She pushed him away and took a step back. “No... you can’t love me,” she whispered. He took a step towards her but she backed away again.
She shook her head, as if the action could erase what he had just said to her. “Don’t you see? I’m evil! We could never be together!”
Magina grabbed Akasha by the shoulders and shook her, hard. “Do you think I care that you’re evil?” he shouted. “Do you really think I care that we’re in opposing sides of a never-ending war? Do you think I would have come to save you if I cared about all that?”
“I’m prepared to give up everything for you, Akasha,” he continued. “You sure as hell have for me.”
I’m prepared to give up everything for you…
The words kept on echoing in Akasha’s mind and the cords of restraint that were within her snapped as she flung her arms around his neck and reeled him in for a kiss. They were all she needed to hear, somehow.
When their lips finally parted, Akasha was the first one to speak. “Where do we go from here?”
“I don’t know,” Magina replied frankly. “Do you care?”
They kissed again, star-crossed lovers seeking warmth in each other’s arms. There was nothing else in the world in that moment.
Yes, they both knew their relationship had many obstacles ahead of it.
They were prepared to face them all.