I'VE LOST MY WORTH.

( FOR THE ALLIANCE! ) This is an independent and selective writing blog for no other than the boy king himself, Anduin. Like most of the characters I tend to write, I enjoy picking apart his character and dissecting him for what makes him, him. There shall be no hate of his character, Varian nor any hate towards Jaina on this blog or around me. I am very adamant about this as all characters within Warcraft are very flawed no matter the faction. Blizzard forgets how they've written their lore as well as characters. By this, anything during Shadowlands is rewritten to better much understand what happened and how Anduin lost who he was.

As it should be noted, Anduin is not his father but merely a boy trying to fill a role that his father did best only to be consumed with guilt, hatred and a sense of self-loss. Anduin holds no hate towards the Horde despite how many try to change his mind. It should be noted, that during his time within the Jailer's keep and the possession of his blade, he does not hold any resemblance of himself. What once was, never will be. Once golden hair now resembles the failed prince of Lordaeron as well as a mindset that purges the Light. In time of self reflect, he sees but a failed king.

There was a time where Anduin would not believe a single word that spills from the mouth of Zoen, a time where tag was often played, laughter and whining. Even then, Anduin could not see the possibilities of what the future had held nor could he believe it to ever happen as his father was a hero and heroes tended to survive a long, long time. My father can't die. He's practically immortal! His childlike voice replaying over and over...

He isn't a child anymore despite what his reflection might tell and how others spoke to him and of. Others lingered near the sight of Varian's stoned casket where Anduin stayed closer than normal, a single hand laying upon the Lion crest, a sniffle and a nod.

As the others leave, they bid their farewells and their apologies. And that was something Anduin could not understand, to apologize for the death of someone so dear but he doesn't say anything except for a single thank you. He gathers the courage to turn now but only then did the presence of Zoen surprises him, stopping him right in his tracks.

She stands there. He waves, something small. Zoen wasn't expected here, the now crowned king didn't think he'd show up or if word had arrived.

"Hello..." Awkwardly spoken. And it was then that she speaks. No hellos, how are you. Just simple, joyful words of: We're the only ones left, you don't get to die.

but now that i think about it... anduin... forsaken... Hold Your Horse...

the thought of anduin being used as a puppet will always remain a very nice concept and something that should've been executed perfectly and not just a "anduin becomes the new arthas for a short period of time lol cause why not". anyways bonus image because anduin attacking the archon reminded me of foxy.