Chapter One
Exiled
Atop a tall building, entwined in the branches of a great tree, a single figure stood looking down over the serene city. Not sure what was going to happen next, the tall Night Elf gracefully sat upon a cushioned chair.
The Night Elf was noticeably royalty; she wore a long white robe with embroidered gold and black edges. A black belt was around her thin waist, and black bracers covered her forearms. A head piece of a silver water-drop hung down on her forehead, resting on her soft blue skin.
The Night Elf's ear twitched as someone entered the room behind her. She did not turn, she knew who it was by his heavy footsteps. A deep voice blared out like a strong loin, "High Priestess Twilight…"
Twilight spoke, still not turning her head, in a misty, and soft voice: "What news is there from the Temple?"
The male Night Elf behind her hesitated a moment, and then spoke as if he found the words. "I am here to inform High Priestess Twilight that she is summoned to the Temple of Elune. I shall escort you by Night Saber immediately."
Closing her eyes in defeat, she spoke softly, "Then it's time…?"
A moment passed, followed by her old friend's hesitant voice, "I'm afraid so… mi' lady."
Wasting no time, Twilight mounted a white cat with silver reins, and began her slow dredge toward the Temple of Elune on the other side of Darnassus. With her escort behind her, Twilight knew there was no escape. Her two months in confinement was enough for the counsel of Priests to discuss the matter and come to an agreement of her punishment.
Twilight looked up at the houses around her. The vast arches and beauty of the Night Elf Capital city was what she grew up with. She was not sure what the land on the outside was like. She had once ventured to the human land, to visit their Capital, Stormwind: and that is partly why she was in this mess now.
As she passed the bank, she stopped a moment to view the Night Saber carved out of the tree above the city's depository. She knew it well, viewing it every day since the beginning of her time. The sound of her escort clearing his throat began her mournful march again. A quick left turn ended them on the final bridge before the Temple, where her fate awaited her.
Calmly, and elegantly, Twilight rode to the entrance, unmounted, and followed her escort in, standing tall. As he announced her, she heard nothing, only the pounding of her heart in her head. It wasn't until she looked up at the counsel before her that her ears opened up. Unable to see who all was there, she could only place faces with the voices echoing around her, "High Priestess Twilight Star of Darnassus: You have been charged with high treason, Murder, defilement of the Temple. You have been sentenced to Exile to the Eastern Kingdoms as well as Seizure of Title. Have you anything else to say?"
Defiantly, Twilight sat still a moment, and answered with a strong, "No."
The cool rain dripped through her thin silver cloak. Twilight rode by night saber with an escort of twelve Darnassian Guards. As they approached a boat that would make the journey to Westfall, a number of others tried to get on, only to be pushed aside by the guards. "This is a special boat! Unauthorized people may not enter under penalty of treason." The few members that stood around the boat stepped away, craning their neck slightly to see who the cloaked figure was slowly marching up the wooden peer to the boat's deck.
As she sat quietly in the cabin of a ship, getting ready to set sail from the small sea town of Auberdine in Darkshore, Twilight couldn't help but think about how she got into this predicament. How events in the last half a year ended with her being sent to Westfall by armed escort. To being alienated from her home. Her family.