Sielic races down the path, gazing up at the sun in the sky. He sighs, again, remembering how late he was. The wind had died down and the land was eerily quiet. Sielic sighed again, keeping up his frantic pace. Denaryn was going to shoot him for this one. They were supposed to meet almost an hour ago. Sielic shook his head.
Denaryn remained seated inside the inn, where he should have met Sielic an hour ago. He sighed, taking a drink of the wine he had ordered and had refilled countless times in the past hour. He wondered what could be keeping Sielic. Sielic was almost never late for their meetings, however infrequent they were growing. Denaryn ordered another refill on his wine and looked outside. Sharlen, a wolf Denaryn had befriended long ago, sat outside, tail wagging softly as he watched Denaryn.
Sielic looked around, curious, as the animals around him scattered. The bears, the cats, the rabbits, even the wildkin were antsy and running. They hid in their caves, beneath the trees, and some just ran. Pausing, Sielic watched them disappear into the distance and wondered on this. Something had them spooked. He shook his head and continued running up the path. Soon, he'd be able to see the edge of the town.
Denaryn looked at Sharlen, tilting his head. Sharlen just started to cower down, curling up. He quickly scurried over under Denaryn's chair, howling up at him. The innkeeper looked at him, telling him that he had to take his wolf back outside. Denaryn stepped outside, trying to comfort Sharlen. He looked around and noticed that many of the animals around him were panicking and trying to run off. 'Strange,' he thought. 'I wonder what has them spooked.'
Denaryn looked up as flocks of birds suddenly took to the skies and that was when he noticed a red glare in the sky. He blinked, then followed the glare. Something flared brightly in the distance. Denaryn could do nothing but gasp.
Sielic looked up, the birds flocking by. He noticed the darkening of the sky and felt a strange sensation pass through his spine. 'What is this? Fear? Of…what?' Sielic thought for a moment before he noticed the flare of a blazing fire in the distance. Sielic quickly dove down the hill, rolling to the base as something immense flew overhead. The flames filled the sky, smoke and fire everywhere. It took some time before things had settled down and Sielic attempted to climb the hill again, gazing out towards the town. He dropped to his knees at the top of the hill, partly due to his confusion at what had happened, but largely caused by what he saw now. Destruction.
Denaryn was caught in the destruction of Auberdine. The shockwave passed over the buildings, ripping them down and splintering them where they stood. The fires of his passing swept forward, burning what remained to ash and cinders. Only charred remains of anything stood inside the town any longer. The people, buffeted by the shockwave, were tossed into building frames, bones breaking on impact. People flung far into the wilderness if they did not impact on anything. Denaryn and Sharlen were not spared death. Sharlen collided hard with a support beam, snapping almost in half on impact. Denaryn would have mourned, but had no chance. The shockwave threw him across the town, but he only broke his leg on impact with a building's frame. He was very much alive when the fires swept across him, boiling his blood and burning away his flesh into ash. Nothing remained of Denaryn but a few bones after the destruction.
Sielic, along with many other people, would look into the devastation of Auberdine. They would try to find loved ones, friends, comrades, anybody. Very few people in the city could have survived though, if any. All gathered there knew this was true, but they looked anyway. Sielic searched for as long as possible and then gazed across the water. He did not know what this meant for the world, for himself. He just knew that he had lost a friend this day. He began to make his journey across Kalimdor, to return to Stormwind and to see what other destruction had been wrought.