Hello! I have debated for months if I should post this story or not. Well, I have obviously decided to post, and I hope that it reads well and there are very few mistakes. I have played World of Warcraft for about 3 years, all three of them have been awesome. Recently I have started the life story of my priest, Zydien, and here it is. This first chapter is really just the intro, its not the best part of the story by far, so I hope all you lovely readers will be patient :)

WoW belongs to Blizz..

Zydien, priestess of the grand human city Stormwind, strode up the carpeted staircase into the Cathedral of Light. She sighed softly, feeling the cool rush of air brush her face as she entered its welcoming halls. Brother Sarno greeted her warmly, and she smiled blissfully in return. However, not all was calm in her chest. Her heart began to flutter as she cast a sideways glance at Brother Benjamin, a rush of blood filling her pale cheeks. He continued to walk by her, ignoring her secret filled eyes.

'My my..It was a glorious night, I cannot deny it.' Zydien thought wistfully, 'But..I do wonder if Brother Benjamin will remember me. Surely he will forget, or go about as his normal attendance of his role in the church. But how can he simply forget? The wondrous night of passion..how his strong arms felt around my body, I..I cannot forget that.'

But Zydien was quick to abolish these thoughts from her mind as she stood before High Priestess Laurena.

"Little Zydien, what can I do for you this afternoon?" She asked, her voice portraying her downcast mood.

"I call for your aid in my new abilities. I believe I am ready to begin training after such a prolonged day of practice."

"Surely so, your cheeks show your effort this moment, blushing red with exhaustion I see."

"Yes, High Priestess." Zydiens eyes grew in size, hoping with every ounce of her being that she would write off her appearance as such, "Do I deserve your presence in the side hall?"

"In a moment, wait there and begin to assemble your thoughts, Sister."

The High Priestess turned her thoughts to the dwarf beside her, speaking quietly. The dwarf's husky voice echoed in the vast main room, despite the priestess's attempts at silence.

"Bloody lass, 'a course i'll be there, why else do I stand 'ere speakin' to ye'?"

With a cringe, the priestess shooed Zydien away. Zydien, turning and rolling her eyes, crossed the room, gazing upward at the vaulted stone ceilings. She fiddled with her wand as she walked. It rested at her side, the aura of violet smoldered under her hand as if it were a wisp who sought refuge in her palm. She sighed as she walked below the large Stormwind tabard, the great golden lion roaring with glory, and entered the side hall. She took a seat and as she attempted to clear her head, allowed the scent of the sacred burning candles to alight her senses. As time passed, and her eyes closed, her mind wandered away from the Light and toward Brother Benjamin.

As passionate as the night was, full of quick movements and lustful moans, she still remembered his green-grey eyes. They were liquid fire as she roughly slid her tongue against his skin...

A sudden crash thundered the air, startling Zydien into a panic as she let out a Psychic Scream to thwart any of her pursuers. Hastily she chanted Shield, and a rush of holy light emanated around her body, she instantly felt the presence of the Light as she ran. An amused scoff was heard behind her and she quickly turned about face, there stood Brother Benjamin.

"Oh!" the girl gasped nervously, "I...I'm so sorry, I thought that one of those vile horde had somehow made their way into our sanctuary...Please forgive me."

"I assume I deserve such treatment," He stated gruffly, the oval handle of the thick oak door still in his grasp, "High Priestess Laurena has assigned me to your training, although, I'm sure you pose no threat to the horde. They can hardly find a fair fight by gazing at your back."

"I am not a coward, do not accuse me of such treason," She snapped, her annoyance hiding her arousal, "High Priestess Laurena is busy with the dwarf I assume, then?"

"I suppose," he grinned, finding humor in her quick rebuttal, "there is talk of a coming scourge attack upon Valiance Keep, and the dwarf seems ready to defend it with the resources he has established."

"Ah, well, it is expected, sadly," Zydien mumbled absently, holding a lock of her russet tresses.

"Shall we begin then, Priestess?" He asked, pulling a chair back for her to have a seat.

She nodded nervously as she glided across the room, her grace obvious as she took her seat, "I believe I am to learn of my inner fire."

"Your inner fire, you say?" His voice was full of amusement.

"...Yes," she murmured hesitantly, "With my experience I am entitled to the higher rank, it is written in the priest and priestess logs."

"I know this, Sister," the chair seating Zydien was pushed toward the table, unsettling her, "my grandfather had a hand in learning the same spells, but he worked with such enthusiasm and commitment…much more than what is required in these times, especially to that of priestesses."

"Your mother and father were not exalted casters of the Light then, of any rank?" She asked sharply, attempting to quiet his domineering comments.

Again the Brother decided to grin at her, and paced around the table, his gold threaded robes brushed against it. Zydien's lust was alight by her anger. His spiteful comments were purposely driving her to madness, and she had a sense that he knew to what extent her passion grew for him. His arrogance was more than enough to make her chant Pain for the simple pleasure of watching him squirm in anguish upon the marble floor. However, the consequences may be more costly than it was worth.

"My mother and father are not the purpose of this meeting," he stated with nonchalance as his hood fell to his shoulders.

"Surely," she mumbled with her arms crossing, a scowl adorning her brow, her emerald eyes alight.

"Focus, priestess, find the Light," his words fell calmly upon her, "bring the presence into your mind's eye."

Zydien's arms relaxed, her hands folded in her lap. The ferocious beating in her chest began to slow, and her mind mellowed into a meditative state. Her eyelids slid closed as the warmness of a presence filled her soul. Her body is surrounded in a slowly increasing aura. The candles lit inside the hall began to flicker and wave from the growing energy. The warm presence surrounded Benjamin, the light increasing.

"Accept the Light...accept it as a part of your mind...your heart...your living soul," the whisper entered Zydien's mind as if it were a soft, forgotten melody.

Zydien became tense, her breathing short and rapid, her mind focused solely on the presence in her mind. The light became blinding.

"By the Light, find me...enlighten me...find me!-," Zydien powerfully chanted,"...give me Strength!"

The room burst into a flaming light, a rune circle enveloped Zydien and she stood, thrusting the chair back behind her. Brother Benjamin watched as Zydien was alight with power, the runes billowed around her and slowly faded away. Zydien gasped sharply and her eyes opened as the meditative state broke. Her robes rustled as she fell back into her chair with a soft thud. She sighed blissfully; she knew the presence of the Light was a gift, one that she did not rightfully deserve.

"Well done, Zydien. Your inner fire should be more powerful now that you have called upon the Light to guide you. The High Priestess Laurena will be proud to hear of it."

"I doubt such things are true," Zydien sighed, gazing at Brother Benjamin as he stood, "I have failed to meet her desired expectations, she believes I do not hold the potential to be nothing more than a common healer who is less than valued in battle."

"Why must you put yourself in such a place," he snorted, "Young girl, you have more than enough power to do such great things."

Zydien's elbow sat on the table, her brow remained in an expression of disbelief. Her chin found a resting place in her palm as she fell into deep thought; unaware of her mentor's movements. Brother Benjamin admired her profile with hungry eyes as he walked behind her. Her supple lips were the color of fresh peaches from Elwynn Forest, her eyes that of coveted emeralds found in the Burning Steppes, and her hair the fiery red of the native Darnassian maple in autumn. He thought that if this woman could not see her passion and ability after the previous night, she might be lost. Or better yet, she needed a second chance. His hands graced the table on the left and right of Zydien, and her thoughts halted. Breathing became the last thing on her mind. The air became thick with lust as he leaned further toward her eager ear...

"Zydien...," he whispers huskily.

"Y..yes?" she gasped, quickly regretting she had said a word as her voice betrayed her passion.

"I require your assistance in the lower catacombs to test this supposed 'lack of potential'," He whispered haughtily, "I expect you there in the morrow, at noon."

The rush of his warm breath against her ear made her chest tighten, but her breathing stopped as he glided his lips against her ear. She leaned close into his touch, her lips drawn apart, but he hastily pulled away, with a chuckle. There was only a memory of his touch as he exited the room, with another slam of the door.

'That bastard!' She thought, her mind already racing over what she shall do. She stood and stomped to the door, but took a moment to compose herself. The door opened with much effort, and she peered at Brother Benjamin, who had already commenced with his duties, pacing the Cathedral of Light.

Smog filled Zydien's lungs as she rode through the Dwarven District.

"Damn him and damn this dank smoke!" She yelled as she tossed her satchel upon her kitchen table, "What right does he have? To be so damn smug!"

She angrily took a bite from her apple while she assembled her sewing supplies to create a few imbued frostweave. 'I have had lovers before, why is he so important? I was only a girl of 13 when I had my first romance with Dentani, the Stormwind guard. Ahh, such a glorious man..' She remembered him fondly, but his dear soul rested now, among other lost soldiers in the Light. 'I am not one to simply fall for someone like him, someone so volatile, someone..like a damned imp!'

And there it is, I was tempted to post more, but im unsure if I should make it quite that long right now. If you liked it, loved it, or hated it, Review! :D But please, be constructive, not mean . id appreciate it.