World of Warcraft: Alliance Eye

Chapter 1: Sport o' Slogging

London's Eagle Eye

The grade nine students from Springvale Private High had been at their gruelling Sport and Recreation camp, although, if you cut the Recreation and replaced it with slogging and that probably was the real meaning. The term Sport o' Slogging camp had been around the school for a long time and when abbreviated it was S.O.S. just in case they went mental enough to forget the Save Our Souls sign. Naturally this was just high school students doing every day chores and a few out-of-the-comfort-zone activities and they where all making it a lot worse than it was.

London was sitting with a few of her friends at dinner, talking about the activities they had just completed. She looked around the dining area, not really paying attention to what her friends where saying, she just wanted to go home, back to World of Warcraft, which she pretty much always played. Crossing her legs under the table she started searching for the other people on her grade who played WoW. The first was Cutler, he looked as if he was trying to scam something off on of his friends as usual, next to him was Jason was trying not to listen to him, but leaning back talking to two other guys, Ewan and Kindle, the three boys had to be talking about WoW, no doubt about it. On the other side of that table was Kieran who was talking with one of his friends. On a completely different table, talking to his girlfriend, was Oberon. Oberon was London's best friend, she smiled then turned back to the table as one of her friends where telling her to snap out of her daze. London sighed quietly and joined in to the conversation again.

After dusk had settled they was a grade activity to go for a flashlight treasure hunt around the camp area. Everyone picked groups of five and went off looking for all sorts of things, they had to stick together. London was with four other of her friends and they all set off, deciding to go look for the things in the bush first. While the rest of the group looked for pieces of bark shaped like farm animals, London looked for a feather. When she moved her torch to the left she saw something glitter in the reflection of the light. Curiously, London walked towards it, pointing the torch down upon it, it was only a piece of aluminium foil that some tosser had probably dropped. She frowned, and was about to turn back when she dropped the torch in fright as she heard the branches above her moved when a bird flew out of it. When London picked the torch up she realized it wasn't working. Banging it against her hand a couple of times and realizing the batteries had run out she looked around frantically, she couldn't see where her friends had gotten to.

Suddenly everything seemed like London was in a horror movie, so upset and scared she didn't even hear her friends calling out for her. She was breathing heavily her hands out in front of her, the broken torch in one hand, out ready to hit anything that tried to attack her, the more the wind blew about the trees, the faster London walked, and the faster she paced, the more sticks she snapped beneath her feet, only making her more frightened. As she heard an owl coo out to the dark night, she ran, dodging tree trunks and bushes that could be seen in the dim moonlight, and out of nowhere she ran straight smack-bam into someone. London screamed as loud as she could and started hitting whoever it was with the torch, she had her eyes shut tightly and as the person grabbed the torch and her hand to stop her attacking them, she screamed again and he person held her with their other hand, trying to calm her.

"No, no stop. I'm not trying to hurt you. C-calm down, ok?"

London relaxed into the person, dropping the torch to the ground, she put her arms around the person, they where a boy, defiantly. She didn't know why she didn't let go, be he loosened his grip soon after. London was breathing normally again, she didn't need to worry, she knew that whoever it was would protect her.

He spoke again, "So… Who are you?"

London knew the voice, "Oh my god. Ewan?"

"Yeah, it is… London?"

"Oh wow, that's crazy. I'm so sorry about before,"

"That's ok. You seemed pretty distressed. Why are you out here all alone?"

"I lost my friends and then my torch stopped working… What about you?"

"My friends left me out here as a joke, but I haven't found my way back," he laughed.

"… That's not funny," London replied shocked.

"Maybe not for you,"

The two didn't say anything for a while, when they did, they both decided to find their way back. Ten minutes they spent walking in Ewan's direction. They realized they had walked in a big circle.

"Hey! Look! Footprints!" Ewan said happily, bending down to examine the marks in the ground.

London rolled her eyes, "They're your footprints. You men have no sense of direction,"

"That's not my fault,"

"I'm sure, let's try my way,"

The two walked on, they had already resorted to World of Warcraft to make conversation. After five minutes London stepped in water, squealing.

"Men have no direction, huh?" Ewan smirked.

"At least I didn't walk us in a-" London stopped halfway through her sentence, something more interesting had caught her eye and Ewan had seen it too. The water she had stepped in was a mini lake and there where step stones in it to a small island in the middle probably not even bigger than a couple of normal sized rooms. In the middle of the island was a large tree, a large Darnassian looking tree. Could it be? No, of course not. Cautiously London and Ewan walked across the stones and onto the green and purple grass. The two examined the tree, when London noticed ten fingerprint groves in the side of the tree, around her shoulder height. She slipped her fingers in the marks and they all moved upwards as if opening the lock to a secret door, mechanisms where heard from inside the tree and lights came from the tree in the shape of a door, the side of the tree slowly swung open in two parts to reveal a portal of rainbow swirling colours.

"Oh… Wow," London said slowly looking to Ewan. He was speechless.

The colours in the portal separated into eight parts and little bolts of them flew out, two on London and Ewan, five above and beyond them and one straight up into the sky. Within a few seconds of being surrounded by colour London fell to the ground and everything went black.