World Of Warcraft

The Return of Windrunner

Chapter 1: The Journey's start

[Silvermoon City]

The blood elf sat motionlessly in the Silvermoon City Inn. He had short blond spiked hair, in contrast to many blood elves. He preferred short hair length as he thought long hair is a hindrance to his vision while in combat. His glowing green eyes rested upon Lionheart Champion, a glorious two handed weapon he obtained from a weapon smith a long time ago. He recently had it repaired and was inspecting for any faults. The repairs in major cities were expensive. He did not want to pay the same amount twice. Maybe he will go somewhere else from now, were his thoughts. Letting out a long sigh, he stood up. The heavy plate armour he was wearing created a loud thud every time his feet clashed against the marble floor, although covered by velvet and blue carpet.

'This city is truly beautiful.' The blood elf thought, as he compared Silvermoon to other major cities he had been to. When he was about to leave, the door opened abruptly. His reactions were incredible. As soon as the intruder caught sight of him, he had to stop immediately. Otherwise his neck would have gone through the humongous sword, which was an inch away from his throat.

"Sheath your weapon! Do you not know who I am?" The intruder demanded. The sword was put away immediately.

"And where are your manners, Kalesh? It is a custom not to alert anyone."

"I apologise Tera. But you have been summoned by Lord Champion Bachi." Tera raised an eyebrow. Kalesh was nursing his neck, feeling the chill of close death by Tera's blade.

"I have just returned from Kalimdor, and he summons me. Do I not have the time to rest?" Tera replied, but the reason he said this was not because he was tired. Champion Bachi was always a bothersome character to Tera. Never during his training did he show any sign of impressed feeling nor intrigue, despite Tera doing exactly as he was told to, and more. Tera did not like the trainer. He hated him.

"He demanded that you are to see him promptly." Kalesh answered. "And next time don't raise that sword just because I did not knock." Tera smiled.

"Your manners will cost you your life, Kalesh. Let's go." The two blood elves left the inn. Tera once again glanced around, as he did every time he was in his home city. Silvermoon city. The new home of blood elves. The architecture of the buildings were definitely an eye-capturing view. Red and gold colours beautifully harmonised to announce majestic presence. As the two blood elves made their way to Farstriders' Square, the guards gave them a nod as they patrolled the streets. They could see the auction house overcrowding as usual, and Tera caught sight of a huge battle axe being given to a female blood elf. She waved to the auctioneer, and after putting the axe on her back, caught the stare of Tera. She smiled at him, and walked off towards the city gate. Tera and Kalesh arrived to see Champion Bachi in no time. Kalesh bid him farewell, and Tera entered the huge room.

"You're late." He heard a familiar voice say. It was Osselan, another trainer. "Bachi is not going to be happy." He said, after a sigh.

"Let him be unhappy. I have no reason to hope that he is joyful." Tera said, rather playfully. Osselan sighed once again.

"Although he doesn't treat you well, Tera, he is your superior as Paladin. It is your tradition to-"

"Respect and obey. Yes, I know Osselan. I assume he is inside?" Tera interrupted. He had heard Osselan's Paladin custom over a hundred times. After Osselan's acknowledgement, Tera went up the stairs. "Lord Champion Bachi, I am here to answer your summon."

"Took your time, didn't you?" Bachi growled. "I can finally congratulate you in becoming the rank of Paladin and be rid of you. But before that, there is one more task which await you." Bachi paused, and Tera frowned as he was sure that there were no more quests in which he needed to complete in order to be rewarded the title of Paladin. "This is what you must do."

[Dragonblight]

Cellanda walked continuously. Although the cold of Northrend would make any non-commoners shiver, she did not even seem to feel the cold. Some could say that she has gotten used to the weather, but even when she first arrived in Northrend she did not show any signs of being cold. It seems as if mages were immune to cold. And they would be, since they create and manipulate ice, fire and energy. Cellanda was on her way back to Wyrmrest temple after rescuing a group of Taunka from the Vizier assault. However, she did not feel happy about saving the innocent lives of the Taunka. They resmembled the Tauren too much. The Tauren who are part of the Horde. The words spoken from King Varian Wrynn was right. The Horde's partnership proposed by the Kirin Tor killed more Alliance soldiers at the Wrathgate than the Scourge. They never should have held hands with barbarians. If only...

'Huh?' Cellanda's feet halted, and she knelt down instantly. There were two ghouls, who seemed to be patrolling, and were walking towards her. Cellanda immediately whispered. "The light bends by my will. Invisibility." Now there was no trace of Cellanda, and the ghouls went by without suspecting anything. They did not even feel Cellanda's presence, even though she was following them closely. As she assumed, there was a small undead camp nearby. She could see a slaughter house and two ziggurats.

"Faster you mindless beasts! Your master demands this camp to be finished by Tomorrow!" A harsh voice bellowed, capturing Cellanda's attention. The yell came from a Death Knight, who seemed to be in charge of the whole camp. "Oh?" To her surprise, the death knight looked directly at her. She kicked herself. The damned ziggurats were complete. They could see her. "Get her! She must not be left alive!"

"By the name of Shiva, her blade is in my hands. Assist, Vesta! Engulf the blade with your flame! Frostfire!" She yelled, and in her hands there was a rather sharp cone of ice, with fire encircling the cone. Cellanda pushed her hands forward, and the materialised weapon flew forward with immense speed. The frostfire bolt penetrated two or three ghouls at once, sending chunks of rotten flesh and bones in the air, killing them instantly. Even after hurling numerous frostfire bolts, there seemed to be no end to their number. And Cellanda caught sight of an abomination making an appearance from the slaughterhouse.

"Strike her down, you useless dogs! Kill her!" The death knight barked, and more ghouls advanced towards her. Cellanda shouted once again.

"Two is not enough. Nor is three. Mirror my actions. Mirror Image." Instantly, Cellanda split up. There now stood four Cellandas. Whilst two of them were continuously casting frostfire bolts, one was running around shouting: "Freeze them where they stand. Frost Nova!" and countless undead were made unable to move, while frostfire bolts pummeled them. The real Cellanda was charging another spell to use against the abomination. Then-

"You good-for-nothing curs! This is how you do it!" The death knight had jumped into combat. Within seconds he was in front of Cellanda. Without hesitation, he plunged his runeblade deep into Cellanda's chest. Thick, red blood splattered on the snow-covered terrain. Cellanda let out a scream of pain before disappearing. It was a mirror image. "Hmph, a trick too plain!"

"Lend me your powers, Vesta! Fireball!" Cellanda changed her target from the abomination to the Death Knight. It hit him square on the chest, and sent him flying back. He let out a surprised yell, and landed flat on his back.

"You..." He said as he slowly got back up. "INSOLENT FOOL!" He yelled once again, and charged at Cellanda, with his runeblade held high. There were no mirror images left now. The other two were engulfed by the horde of undead.

"I bend the laws of nature, entrusted by Gaia. Poly-" She couldn't finish. The Death Knight was too close, and was about to strike her down.

"YOUR LIFE TO THE LICH KING!!" The runeblade was coming down fast. There was no time to dodge and there wasn't enough time to unsheath her weapon to parry the blade. Cellanda raised her arms for cover and closed her eyes, waiting for the blow to come.

[Silvermoon City]

Tera had so many questions. So many complaints. But to the Lord Champion, he could not say anything. It didn't matter. He managed to come this far, and after this task, his service for Bachi was finished. He will be acknowledged as Paladin. Tera the Lightbringer. And his work so far and beyond will be recognised as a hero's blessing. He let his mind linger in these glorious thoughts for a moment, and got back to the matter at hand. 'Where to find this death knight?' He questioned himself, and made his way towards Sunfury Spire.