This is my second story, so if I do anything to your disliking, say so.
Disclaimer: I do not own any WOW rights or names, just the CD to play the game.
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"Aionis, wake up already!"
Aionis' eyes fluttered open. He stared straight at the sky of Teldrassil. When he shifted, he noticed the ground felt hard.
Oh. Oops.
He realized he was on the roof of the inn in Dolanaar. Time to time, he went up there to think or just get away from the world. Aionis was rather short for his age. At 33, he was only 5' 2". He had wide shoulders, but didn't have much for muscle. His hair was naturally a weird shade of green, but over the years he dyed it silver. He had put two braids into his hair and swung them over each shoulder and a little ponytail at the top. Having the same yellow eyes and common clothes most night elves had, the only thing that distinguished him was his hair.
"Are you up yet!"
"Hold your horses, Lorwyn," Aionis called. Grabbing onto a beam, he dangled on it for a few seconds then dropped to the ground.
" Took you long enough," Lorwyn stated. Lorwyn was 62 year's old and 6' tall, like most night elves. He too had long hair, but just let it dangle. His bow and quiver was strung behind his back, along with his backpack, and a pair of axes was at his sides. Although they were brothers, he was hard to distinguish from other night elves. "And it's Legionair."
"It will never be anything but Lorwyn to me," Aionis stated smugly. When one reached 50 years of age, a night elf could choose a new name for himself or herself.
"It will someday," Lorwyn/Legionair stated, "and you know mom and dad don't like you up there."
"Who's going to tell them?" Aionis asked as he picked up his staff from the nearby tree. "You've never had the guts, and I wouldn't rat on myself."
"Your suppose to be training."
"Why should I?" Aionis stated, accusingly. "I'm one of the strongest non-elder druids around, and all the creatures here are guttersnipe that get me nowhere."
Legionair stared at him. "Keep this up, and you'll never be a arch-druid."
"We both know I don't want to be one," Aionis replied as he started walking toward Aldrassil, where their home was.
"We both also know that any adult in the viscidity would punish you for thinking the way you think," he stated, walking with him. "You've got to give up that dream of yours. It's not going to happen!"
"It might!" Aionis said, defensively. Legionair stared at him. Unlike most night elves, Aionis didn't want to become some great deity or a Darnassian defender. He wanted to travel. "Besides, I'm bored of seeing the same tree's all the time. I want to go to Darkshore, Ashenvale, maybe even to the Eastern Kingdoms. I've never even seen Darnassus!"
"Aionis, Shush!" Legionair whispered. "For your own good, no one can hear you talk of that dumb dream of yours. You know what happens if you leave Teldrassil."
Aionis stared at Legionair this time. "You still believe that rumor?"
"It's not a rumor, and you know it!" Legionair said, still whispering. "Anyone without the elder Arch-druid's permission who leaves Teldrassil will whither away into nothingness. I had to watch it happen, remember!"
"Yeah, I do, and you came home looking like a whiny little baby when you did," Aionis recalled. "I saw it too, you know. They were just scaring the kids with an illusion spell, that's all."
"Then why has any night elf without permission to leave Teldrassil and do it anyway never returned?" Legionair asked. They were almost home.
Although Aionis didn't know the answer, he stated, "That's a secret."
Legionair was about to reply when they passed the gates to Aldrassil. Like all gates, there were two guards keeping post there. The two brothers shut up for the rest of the trip home.
When they got to the door, Legionair whispered, "This is the last time." He opened the door.
Their mother walked up to them. "Hi kids! Where were you? You missed supper."
"I went to go find Aionis like you said, and I found him meditating near Starbreeze Village," Legionair replied.
"I focus best there," Aionis added. This was not a lie.
"Oh, well there's some leftovers in the cabinet. You'll have to heat them up over the fire."
"Okay," they both said and walked over to get them.
"So when are you getting that house of yours, Lorwyn?" Aionis asked.
Legionair ignored him.
After a few moments, Aionis asked, "When are you getting a house, Legionair?" He said Legionair like it was a swear word. "Isn't it kind of embarrassing for you to still be living here?"
"As for the house, I still need a little more money to buy an apartment in Darnassus. There I'll get a job," he replied. "As for the second part, no, it's not that embarrassing to me."
"It should be," Aionis stated. "Most people leave their homes at 40."
"Well, good for them," he replied. Once he finished eating, he said, "I'm going to go to the archery range." He cleaned his plate and left.
Aionis rolled his eyes. Hunters, he thought, as he finished his food. He, too, cleaned his plate and went to his room. He layed on his bed for awhile, then absent-mindedly went to sleep.
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Okay, I know it's slow and not very long, but it's just the beginning. It'll get better, I swear.
Also, for a clarification your probably asking, I'm making Night Elf years double that of human years.
I'm putting in chapter two, just so I'll get more readers.