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Disclaimer: I don't own of the places that are in this story or anything that has to do with the Warcraft franchise. They belong to Blizzard Entertainment.
Author's Note: I decided I wanted to write a Warcraft fanfiction using actual characters from WoW. The main character is my mage and the others are my friends (some of them). Hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
The mage finished drinking her water and threw the container to the ground causing dust to blow away in the wind. She began to tap her foot impatiently in the ground and then looked at the sun that was beginning to set behind the mountains. Where is he? He was supposed to meet me over an hour ago! she thought to herself.
Sweat continued to drip off of her like she was a human fountain. The Barrens was the last place that she wanted to be stranded waiting for someone. As the name said, The Barrens was an endless wasteland made up of nothing but sand and very little vegitation... it was barren. With the little vegitation, the young mage had no choice but to stand out in the middle of the scorching sun and wait for her friend. She only wish he would hurry, even in her cloth armor, it was still like sitting in an oven.
Slowly, along the horizon she could make out a small dot that came closer to her. Cupping her hand on her forehead, she blocked the sun out and could make the figure out more. There was a brown steed running with flaming hooves and eyes causing dust to rise up and seem to block out the sun for minor seconds. On top of it was a man with no skin, his bones showing through where his elbows should have been. The bottom half of his jaw was missing, and his hair was a pale green color and stood up in spikes on the top of his head. It was the warlock she had been waiting for.
After what seemed like hours to the mage, the Undead man finally rode up to her and stopped. He dismounted the mount and strolled over to her. "Nice weather this place is having isn't it?" he laughed.
The mage had an irritable look on her face and replied, "Where the hell were you? I've been sitting here for over an hour!"
"Well," he looked at his flaming steed, "I kind of got side-tracked."
"Side-tracked how, Valeven?" she asked.
The warlock answered, "As Inferno and I were riding, we happened to run into some Alliance and being as stupid as they were, a few others and I took them down. I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it now does it? Do you realize how hot it is out here, and how long I've been standing here?" she snapped.
He backed up a bit, "Whoa, Charity, I'm sorry, really."
Charity apologized, "No, I'm sorry. This heat, it's really getting to me. Anyway, we should probably start heading to Orgrimmar. Thrall has probably stopped expecting us by now."
Quickly, Valeven mounted his horse and looked down, "You should really get a mount, walking isn't all that great."
Charity laughed, "Yeah, I suppose so, I just haven't had the money to go buy one, yet."
He patted to the back of the flaming steed. "I suppose we'll have to ride together for now, hop on." Smiling, she jumped up onto the back of the horse. Pulling on the reins, the horse whinied and they began riding across the wasteland some people had come to call home. Charity just hoped that the orders that Thrall gave them didn't make her become part of the landscape that surrounded them.
Well, here's the prologue. I'd like to know what you guys think of it, and if you'd like to see more! Enjoy!
-Sky'ree