The Redemption Of The Shadow King
Disclaimer: I own neither the Inheritance Cycle, nor Warhammer.
Author's Note: This story is completely unrelated to my other stories, I've developed a bad habit where every story I write intersects with another one somehow, and I'm writing this stand-alone as a break from complex plots.
And, for reasons I can't fathom, this could very well become a romance.
Alith Anar stalked stealthily through the brush of Athel Loren, tracking a marauding Dark Elf Dreadlord, and his war-party.
Just the thought of the traitorous elf and his depraved servants made Anar's mouth twist into a snarl of hate.
He'd spent the past several millennia fighting the corrupted elves in an attempt to extinguish their stain from existence; He and his Shadow Warriors that is, Alith corrected.
Up ahead, the trees were thinning.
Alith frowned in confusion, while the woods of Athel Loren were notorious for moving around, he was deep within the forest, where few clearings could be found.
But where they were, they made ideal places for large groups to camp.
Alith deftly drew the Moonbow from across his back, and fitted an arrow to the string, if the Dreadlord had made camp in the clearing, he'd end his days with Alith's black-feathered arrow buried in his heart.
When Alith came to the edge of the clearing, his frown returned, only deepened.
There weren't any lakes in Athel Loren, and nor were there vast plains!
Alith shook his head to clear it, but when he opened his eyes, the lake and the plain remained.
Cautiously, Alith stepped out into the open.
In years to come, Alith would be grateful that none of his Shadow Warriors knew of his mistake, and doubly grateful that the only Dark Elves to find out about his lapse died by his hand.
A burst of pain flooded Anar's vision, and he blacked out.
When he awoke, the first thing he saw, was the haughty face of his quarry.
'My, how the Witch King will be pleased to here of the downfall of the Shadow King.' Sneered the Dreadlord, Dromino Blackeheart, as he looked down on Anar.
'I'd kill you myself, but I prefer the thought of you spending the rest of your life in slavery.' Continued the elf, his pale, bloodless face contorted into a malicious grin.
'It'll be a warm, sunny day in Naggaroth when that happens.' Said Alith defiantly.
'But we aren't in the Old World now, upstart, or hadn't you noticed?' Said Dromino coolly.
'Yeah, I had, but I'm still going to kill you anyway.' Said Anar coldly, concealing his confusion.
Dromino's cold one steed bobbed it's scaly head, and Alith crashed onto the hard-baked ground.
Anar tried to rise, but he was bound hand and foot, and couldn't break his bonds.
He'd been stripped of his armour, and his sword, and the Shadow Crown and the Stone of Midnight were no longer in his possession.
'He is all yours human, along with his trinkets, for the agreed upon price.' Said Dromino to someone that Anar couldn't see.
Someone blind-folded him, and he felt a vicious kick from Dromino, then he was hoisted onto a saddle, and then, Alith Anar passed out.
For all you Warhammer buffs, the reason Dromino didn't take the Stone of Midnight, or the Shadow Crown, was because he was more interested in something Alith's new human masters offered him.
Well, this is the start of yet another crossover, but it is the first Warhammer High Elves\Inheritance cycle crossover.
And, even though the fans of the Shadow King novel are probably going to kill me for OOC on the part of Anar, I'm going to enjoy this.
No one liner reviews please, and give me some detail on how you like this.
I'll see you all in chapter two.