Warcraft Chronicles: The Wanderers of Azeroth​ ⁽⁵⁵⁾

The air was cold and sharp with the promise of dawn as Leon left the last familiar cottages of Goldshire behind. He did not take the main road, the well-trodden path that led to Stormwind. Instead, he struck out towards the northeast, following the edge…

Leon did not return home until long after dark. The moon was high, casting a silver pallor over the sleeping village. The smithy was dark, but a single candle flickered in the window of their living quarters above. He climbed the stairs slowly, his feet…

The cracks in the facade began to show. It started with small things. Borin would ask him to fetch a specific tool from the rack, and Leon would stare blankly, his mind momentarily lost in a memory of foraging for edible roots. He would flinch…

The first few days were a blur of tears, laughter, and endless questions. His father, Borin Baros, clung to him as if he might vanish into smoke. Neighbors and friends from the village streamed into the smithy, their faces a mixture of relief and avid…

The voyage to Stormwind was swift, aided by favorable winds. The sea air cleared the last of the marsh-damp from Leon's lungs, but it did little to lighten the weight in his heart. He kept to himself, speaking little to the other passengers. The dwarf…