Well I apologize about A love Eternal, so I posted this for your entertainment. Again I deeply apologize for the Inconvenience (I think I spelled that right). My laptop has a virus, and yeah...so I hope you enjoy this one. Bye the way this is from Viridiel's POV. He is a young blood elf mage. Oh, and there is some belf and nightelf language in here, so you can just google it if you don't know it already.

Chapter 1

I just need to get a little closer. Just this last one and I'll be done.

I moved in a little more and aimed for the Quel'dorei Ghost. I readied my fireball, and then I fired.

"Band'or shorel'aran!" Just a few more fireballs were all it took to kill it. I didn't even let it hit me. I'm getting really good in my spells.

"Well, time to go back." This was the last quest I was doing for tonight. I'm glad it didn't really take me that long to do it. I got back on the trail out of Goldenmist Village and started on my way back to the Tranquillien. I had to be careful while crossing the dead scar, and luckly I was able to cross it without having to kill anything. Cursed abominations, and the stench is horrid. But of course why wouldn't it be when you're passing through The Dead Scar with a bunch of undead? I always hated The Dead Scar. Even when I think of it I get chills. I've heard the stories of what happened since I was really little.

I made it back to the Tranquillien with only a few scratches to bear. Now I just needed to talk to Arcanist Vandril.

"Viridiel!" I looked behind me, and there he was motioning me over.

"There you are. I finished my quest." I stated happily.

"Wonderful. I thank you deeply. It's been really good to have your help around here. Here's a little something for you in return."

He handed me some Goldenmist Brew, a bow, and ten silver.

"I also have another task for you if you're up to it now." He said. Honestly I was exhausted, and I just wanted to rest.

"No thank you. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" He asked. I looked at the flight master, and then back at Vandril.

"Yes sir. I'm sure."

"Well, alright. See you then. Al diel shala." He waved as I walked away.

"Shorel'aran." I waved back. I put the brew and sliver carefully in my backpack, held on to the bow, and walked over to the flightmaster. I paid the flightmaster ninety-nine copper and mounted the Dragonhawk. Finally, I was on my way home. I lived with my mom, Driana Dawnblade, in a small house near Fairbreeze Village. It had three rooms. A study where we do our alchemy and practice spells, it sort of took up most of the pace, a room for mother and farther, and Malanior and I did share a room until he went out on his own, so now it's just my room, and finally we had a small cooking and dining area. It was a little home, but it was roomy and a place to stay.

Silvermoon was in sight and the Dragonhawk soon landed. I followed the moonlit path to Fairbreeze Village until I reached my home nearby. When I opened the door Mother greeted me with a sweet smile.

"So how did it go in the Ghostlands?"She asked. I sat down in the small wooden chair next to the door.

"It was alright. It's a creepy place in pretty way. I'm curious as to what the forsaken are doing there though. No offense but they smell terrible." She let out a small laugh.

"But they seem okay. I almost got mauled by a Ghostclaw lynx, but luckily I'm nimble on my feet." She prepared a fire and started cooking.

"Indeed you are. You get that from your father."She smiled. I nodded my head.

"Speaking of, where is he?" I asked curiously. She grabbed a plate from the cabinet and set it on the small table.

"He's in Shattrath City, and a letter from your brother just came in today." She handed me the letter and went back to cooking. As I read the letter my face grew a little perplexed. Malanior was all the way in Stranglethorne Vale, and he was on his way to Kurzen's compound, where and whatever that is. I really do miss him.

"When is he coming back?"

"He says in a few days. I don't know when your father is coming back though. You know how he's always looking for action." Father always liked a good fight and challenge, and most of the time he's off somewhere killing or invading alliance territory with others. Last year I believe it was he had raided Darnassus. My father is merciless when it comes to killing an enemy.

"Now go put up your things so you can eat. We're having Spiced wolf meat. Hurry before it gets cold."

"Yes ma'am." I rushed to my room so I can hurry back. She makes the best Spiced wolf meat. I sat down my staff and backpack next to my bed.

"Oh wait, I almost forgot about the brew." I took the brew carefully out my backpack and it was still warm. I walked out my room with it in my hands and sat it down on the table.

"Arcanist Vandril gave me this. You can have it if you want." She looked at it and smiled.

"I haven't had this in so long. Thank you Viridiel." She said smiling.

"You're welcome." We sat down at the table and began to eat. I took a bite and smiled.

"Did you know you make the best spiced wolf meat in Azeroth?"

"Why thank you." She smiled. When I finished the whole thing I looked at her.

"Can I ask you a question?" She looked up at me.

"Of course you can. What is it?" I took a deep breath and let the question slip out on its own.

"When can I get a Hawkstrider?" I smiled big hoping she'd say yes.

"Not until you show me that you're ready to handle one."

"But I have been responsible. I'm ready for one. I swear." I begged and let out a long please.

"Absolutely not, and you know you can't have one yet."

I pouted and folded my arms.

"Don't worry. Just keep working hard like you are now and you'll have one in no time."

"But I want one like you and father, not the plain looking ones."

"Now you're defiantly going to have to wait for those. Like I said, just keep working hard and you'll have one in no time. Do you understand?" I let out a small sigh.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now go get ready for bed. You need to rest."

"Yes ma'am. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Viridiel." I stood up from the table and walked to my room where I slid off my robe and laid in bed. I blew out the candle illuminating my room and stared out my window. Now the only light in my room was the light of the bright moon. It was so beautiful I just looked at it continuously until I drifted off to sleep.