Abomination
Aaron Krieger
Dusk. The darkness of night slowly pushes its way across the sky as the sun fades away into the western horizon. The owls have come out to do their hunting, hooting their presence and completing the effect of being alone at night in the dark forest.
My head is spinning, vision fading from slight clarity to complete blurriness. I can feel the sweat beads dripping from my brow. The pain is ever present, and blood dripping from the wound in my side is a nauseating sight. 24 inches, that's how long the blade was the skewered me just below my ribs about an hour ago. I spent the time in between limping and crawling my way to this tree where my body decided it could not go any further.
I lay here listening to the night sounds and looking at the ever-darkening sky wondering how I got here. What path did I take in my life that led me to this fate. Am I going to die here? Alone and bleeding my future is looking bleak at best. In reality it comes to no surprise to me that I ended up here like this. My life has been one disaster after another ever since I was born. I have faced endless cruelty and ridicule purely because of my birth, which coincidently I had no control over. In this world I am an abomination. I have no place in either great society that populates my world. Between the two ruling entities I belong to neither because of a choice that my parents made 20 years ago. Blood elves and Night elves are on opposite sides of a war that has been going for hundreds of years, yet two individuals found each other one night and conceived yours truly. 20 years ago I was born into a chaotic world and was shunned from the moment I opened my eyes, which is where my story begins…
My mothers name was Corana, a high priestess of Darnassus. She was revered in her healing powers and was a war veteran. Her mastery of the holy arts placed her in a position of power amongst the Nightelf high council. She was a direct advisor to Varian Wrynn, leader of the Alliance. Corana was a straight shooter and did things by the book. She was a dedicated soldier to the Alliance and always put her faction before her own personal needs and wants, that is, until she met my father. My father, Draven, was on the opposite end of the spectrum. He was a Blood elf born in a poverty stricken fishing village. Born and raised member of Horde, the bane of the Alliance's existence, he also was a dedicated soldier. He was a warlock, master of dark arts and bringer of death and destruction. Completely opposite of my mother.
About 20 years ago a war between the Nightelves of Darnassus and the Bloodelves of Silvermoon was coming to an end. The battle of Doomrock was the Bloodelves last stand to take over the Nightelf stronghold. This is where my mother encountered my father. After days of onslaught my mother Corana was investigating the damage of the battle, walking amongst the dead surveying the death and helping what wounded she could. This is where the story gets a little blurry for me. To my knowledge my mother was on the outskirts of the rock searching the strip of land that connected the island to the main land. She stumbled across a near death Bloodelf, half burned and wincing from pain. Normally she would have cast a shadow spell, which she knew little about , and ended his suffering but something stopped her as she gazed into his eyes. She decided to help him for reasons she could not begin to understand. She took him to a secluded cave where she began work to heal him. She spent days there with him, secretly leaving her post and returning to him almost every night. Some time after he was nearly completely healed they had started to fall in love and I was conceived one night under the moon and stars.
One night while Corana was in the cave with Draven discussing ways to get him out of the cave when a unit of Nightelf rangers appeared in the cave entrance, with Valeera, ranger commander and very high ranking in the Alliance army. Valeera approached my mother who was cowering in fear and knew her death would come by the hands of her own people. Draven stood in front of her, protecting her. "What have you done Corana?" Valeera said with disgust. Corana had nothing too say so she stayed silent. "Just turn around and leave and we will go away, nothing has to happen, nobody has to die, I have no beef with you" my father pleaded to Valeera. "Take her" commanded Valeera as 3 rangers marched forward and snatched her by her robes and bound her wrists in enchanted rope. "No! please don't hurt him please, I , I im pregnant" Corana pleaded. Stunned with disbelief Valeera's anger was rising. "Heracy!" she exclaimed and withdrew her long blade and placed it to Corana's throat. "You will die for this treason, and that abomination in your stomach will never plague this world" Valeera threatened as she raised her longblade high above her head, preparing to strike Corana down. Just as she was driving the blade through the air intense pain overcame her and she dropped the blade on the ground with a loud clang. She gazed up to see my father, hands out and whispering. Draven was cursing her, to protect my mother. He waved his hands in a ceremonious fashion, chanting words from a dark language and three hell hounds emerged from the earth. "KILL THEM!" Valeera shouted as the hounds leaped at the other rangers. Draven untied Corana from her lashing and told her to run. She ran as fast as she could through the trees, hopping over rivers, stumbling through brush, and in the distance she could hear the unmistakable scream of death, uttered from Draven, the father of her unborn child.