Serion Uetsu Saenchi

[Grimskorn / Seríon]

((Okay, it's not Grimskorn's story, but it does involve him. I still need to plan out Grimskorn's story itself. I hope you enjoy reading this, It is about Serion, from Ebon Hold, When he was growing up as a Warlock))

"Galtak Ered'nash Anach kyree..."

A child opens his eyes in a house in Old Silvermoon, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. He has never seen this world before, The world of Azeroth. Standing over him, A young, High Elven man staring down at the child, two dark figures standing over the man, unseeable to the child's eyes and two 'feelers' patting the child's head. The man smiles...

"Serion Uetsu..."

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Seven years pass, a young Serion emerges from his bedroom and looks around the house to find it empty, only his companion, His Felhunter 'Maafun', seeming to be looking out of the window, whimpering as if something was wrong.
"Maafun...?" Serion inquires.
Maafun turns and barks before running to Serion, a note attached to his leg, he shakes it about, trying to remove it.

" To my child, Serion

The time has come for me to uphold the duties I swore to Silvermoon, I have left to fight for Kael'Thas, Our Prince and the human forces. Maafun will surely look after you until I return, I have faith in you child. There is something I must tell you, but not until you have become more mature. I left some money in my room for your Academy tuition. Do not worry about the entry examinations, you are blessed with Fel Energies just like Gul'dan himself.

Father "

Serion stares at the paper, reading it over and over, hours pass before he finally bursts into tears.

Taking the money for the tuition, Maafun and Serion set out to the mountains in Alterac.

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"Three years.. of meditation... Maafun, Let's go to the academy!"

Upon arriving at the Academy, Serion stands in front of the recuitment office, seemingly nervous, he looks up at the large door before it opens. A young, blonde boy walks out and smiles at Serion before walking off.

"Master Serion Saenchi?" The recruitment officer calls
"Ah, here Ma'am!" Serion replies as he walks through the door, nervously.
"Saenchi... The last kid here had the same surname as you.. A relation to you?" The officer inquires
"Not that I know of, Ma'am” Serion scratches his chin, seemingly in thought.

A few weeks pass, the Acadamy begins its year. Serion walks proudly to the Warlock's study, proud to be wearing his scarlet robe with Maafun trailing slowly behind, watching the Mana Wyrmlings outside eagerly. As he opens the door to the room, the blonde boy bumps into Serion...
"Ah, Sorry.." The little boy says, shocked.
"It's nothing, The name's Serion Saenchi.." Serion replies as he helps up the kid.
"Fayt Saenchi.. You must be the other father told me about..." Fayt replies, smiling. Serion scratches his head...

"So that means.. But.. You're.. my brother..? But.. I didn't think..." Serion befuddled at the thoughts of how his father had another child whilst in Kael's army, he gets a board rubber thrown at his head.

"Come on kid, You're late! Aww.. Did it hurt? Well.. Welcome to being a Warlock, get used to being hit with no armor.." The teacher yells..

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"Serion! Serion! Over here!"

Ten years had passed, Serion's 19th birthday had just passed and Fayt's 16th not far off and the destruction of the sunwell roaring in the hearts of the Quel'Dorai.

"Hm..?" Serion turns round and looks through the crowd in the corridor to see Fayt trying to catch up to him.
"Seri.. urk!!!" Fayt falls to the floor as one of a group of Blood Knight disciples hits him in the stomach. Serion turns and snarls, running through the crowd, barging people aside, to the Blood Knight and lunging at him, colliding his own skull against the other's. Maafun shakes his head slightly and slowly follows Serion, who now stands over the unconcious disciple, his deep, red eyes scanning over the remaining group, who disband and walk away quickly. Fayt slowly gets up and looks to Serion...
"Geez, It was only a hit to the stomach, No need to do something like that.. Even with the good news of you becoming a Maester here at the academy soon..." Fayt says, beaming.
Serion looks at Fayt, his eyes fading back to green slowly, his head bleeding slightly from the blow, he nods before flinching at hearing a loud yell from behind him...

"SAENCHI!!"

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Months pass, Serion finally becomes a Maester, Teaching the young Warlock disciples the art of Demonology and the like, Hoping he is nicer than the previous Maester.

"Time for me to go out and do something for Silvermoon, Serion" Fayt says to Serion as they stand outside the academy.
"You better take care of yourself kiddo... Find yourself a nice lady elf or something..." Serion grins as he mentions the lady part.
"I could.. But I don't want you to get jealous, old man..." Fayt smirks, playfully.
"I'll let that one slip kid.. Go on.. Get outta here.." Serion hugs Fayt before Fayt turns to depart on his journey.

"And you better write to me!" Yells Serion as Fayt walks into the distance.

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"You haven't heard from him in how long?!" A student says, shocked.
"Ten years..." Replies Serion in a monotinous tone.

An adult Serion sits on his desk, very casually in front of a large class of well-disciplined, yet happy students.

"Aren't you the slightest bit worried..?" Asks the student..
"Those kind of thoughts, I don't let cross my mind..I prefer to think.. that he is.. busy.. and just doesn't have the time to send me a letter..." Replies Serion, lying to himself.
Serion had continuous nightmares for months on end as he retires to his quarters to sleep...

*Dream*
"Where are you going, kid?" A knight asks, armored in black and red.
"I'm going to Silvermoon!" A familiar voice says, happily.
Serion stands a few feet away from between a small group of Blood Knights and teenage boy, Fayt, to be exact.
"State your name, kid.." The other knight asks..
"Fayt Saenchi.." Fayt replies..
The Blood Knights look at one another, before nodding and unsheathing their swords. Words screech into Serion's head as he watches his brother get slaughtered in front of his eyes...
"Katra zil shukil Thal'kituun! Katra zil shukil Thal'kituun!"
*End of Dream*

Serion wakes in a cold sweat. Maafun perks up from his little bed by Serion and looks to him.
"I think, Maafun... We need some explanations.. This has gone on long enough..."

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Serion leaves the academy a few days later, venturing through Outland, and finding that his nightmare was a reality. He found out that his brother was murdered not far from the Academy, on the road to Silvermoon. On his travels, he meets a young Orc warlock, named Grimskorn. The orc seemed to be practising demonology with all of his might. Serion offered to help, but the orc, at first had too much pride to accept help from an elf. Although after several attempts at failing to control demons, he accepted Serion’s offer. After a few weeks, Grimskorn managed to control most of the demononic arsenal on a warlock’s belt.
“Be sure to send me some mail sometime, let me know how everything goes..” Serion tells Grimskorn. The orc nods and walks away, returning to Orgrimmar to continue his oath to Thrall.

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Serion wanders into Eastern Plaguelands, after hearing of the attacks on the major cities by the scourge. He looks towards the direction of Stratholme to see Naxxramas slowly moving away.

"What's.. going on..?" He asks Maafun.
Maafun growls and points his 'feelers' to the direction of a second citadel, Acherus.
"Another one?"

Serion travels to Light's Hope Chapel to help in the invasion. Standing for hours, decimating the weak scourge around him, Maafun and Serion look over thier shoulders after hearing a horrific screech, sounding similar to a horse's. A small group of heavily armored soldiers stand on the hill, thier cold, blue eyes scanning over Serion and Maafun, they start nodding to each other and drawing thier swords from thier backs.

"Maafun, These aren't like anything we fought before... They look.. Just like anyone from the Horde or Alliance.. Just with strange armor and.. eyes?" Serion whispers to Maafun. Maafun growls lightly and charges at one of the Death Knights. The knight holds his sword out straight and then uses his other hand to cast a binding spell, pulling Maafun to him and onto his blade.
A bloodcurdling yelp bellows into Serion's ears as Maafun is impaled on the Death Knight's large runeblade.

"No..." Serion's eyes fade to a deep red but instead of running towards the Death Knights, he takes a few steps back and trips, falling onto his backside, he quickly looks up again to see that one of the knights had managed to get close to him.

"Seeeeeriiiioooon..." A familiar voice whispers in Serion's ears before a sharp pain shoots through Serion's chest. His vision begins to darken as he looks down at his chest, impaled by a sword, he reaches down to try to pull the blade out but fails and slumps in the sitting position, his eyes finally fading to nothingness and his mind slowing to a halt.


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A few days later, Serion finally opens his dull, blue eyes, his body feeling cold, his mind feeling constricted to one's will and his breath a misty cloud of ice. His journey to becoming a Master Ebon Knight had began after the words had rang in his ears not long later...

"So too do the Knights of the Ebon Blade. Although our kind has no place in your world, we will fight to bring an end to the Lich King. This I vow."


((Okay, Sorry if it was long, and if it did bore you... If you like it however, I can write a bit more, as there are events which happen after the Assault on Light's Hope Chapel.. ))