A Hunter Story
The
Circle of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that
become legend. Legend
fades to lore and even lore is long forgotten when the age that gave
it birth comes again. In one age, a wind rose. A wind most
foul.
-Krunch Bloodrage
I
had been in Outland for years now, but I'll never get used to this
forsaken place. I remember the first day I stepped through the Dark
Portal, Zahniya on my left side, Sooba, my loyal wolf, to my right.
We didn't know what
we were doing back then.
If only we had control over time.
Upon
entering, the only thing we saw was fighting, death, decay. The Dark
Portal was, and still is, under constant attack by the Legion's
Minions.
Zahniya immediately rushed to the mages who valiantly
fought to keep them back. I readied my bow while sending Sooba to
Zahniya to aid her against any demon that would dare come closer than
10 feet.
I waited for a good moment to start unleashing a barrage
of arrows, but I could've stood there for hours.
The battle had
begun ages ago.
Zahniya
was hurling firebolts faster than I'd ever seen her, and Sooba
fought with a hunger I dare not speak of. But I understood them. The
same blood-craziness started to boil through my veins too. My arrows
pierced through the demons' armor with a speed that not even the
Zhevra in the Barrens could have outrun. I had never felt this
before.
Perhaps it
was the will to defend our only way of salvation. We knew, that if we
were ever to return to our homelands, this Portal had to stand. Not
even a Mage or a Warlock could have summoned us back, for it is this
portal that channels its energies through their rituals of summoning
and teleporting.
This savagery for surviving... It scared
me.
This… was Outland.