Eversong

-A Warcraft Tale-
-Part of the "Tales of Warcraft" series—

By Loc-zsu

The events of this story are set in the MMORPG World of Warcraft roughly during the time of the Burning Crusade expansion.

Credit goes to Blizzard for creating the world that this story takes part in, as well as many of the characters involved.

Erthos, Zyathri and quite a few other characters that will appear later are completely custom created characters and used with permission of the creators.

Prologue

The Blood Knight

High above the Eversong Woods, the clouds started to gather, obscuring the luscious green trees from the rays of life giving sunlight. Within the hallowed walls of the sacred Silvermoon City that resides within the woods, a dark haired Blood Elf turned her eyes skywards before sighing slightly. The Blood Elf's name was Zyathri, and she had been charged with patrolling what seemed like the endless streets of Silvermoon City. Patrolling the city was but one of Zyathri's responsibilities as a member of the Blood Knights, a group of the elite Blood Elves.

Unlike most Blood Knights, who wore either blood red armour or silver, Zyathri was adorned in a black set of armour, marking her higher rank amongst the Blood Knights, a pair of large, thick gloves covering her hands as well as thick boots covering her legs and feet. On her shoulders rested more armour in the form of large shoulder pieces. Attached to them was a golden cape that ran down her back, almost touching the floor. Attached to a belt around Zyathri's waist was her trusty sword, and attached to her left arm via two leather straps was her shield. Finally, resting upon her chest was the mark worn by all of the Blood Knights, the image of a red bird, its wings stretching out above it.

Just as Zyathri walked underneath a small canopy, the heavens above opened, letting down a torrent of rain. With a roll of her eyes, Zyathri brought the palm of her hand up to her forehead, causing a slight smacking noise as the two came into contact with each other. Not only did she have to patrol the city, but now she had to do it in the rain! Just as Zyathri prepared to take a step out into the rain, running a hand through her shoulder length raven colour hair, she spotted someone running through the streets towards her, calling out her name. With an eyebrow raised, the Blood Knight placed her hand on her sword, not wanting to take any chances.

"Lady…Lady Zyathri!" the person called out, the voice clearly a male one. Zyathri let her guard relax slightly, recognising the individual as one of the blood elf messengers that run around Silvermoon City, handing out messages to others who live in the city. Zyathri beckoned for the messenger to come under the canopy, protected from the rain, as well as giving him a chance to catch his breath. The elf came to a stop beside Zyathri, puffing and panting, his hands on his knees as he tried to control his breath. After nearly a minute of nothing, the man stood up and straightened himself out before talking. "Lady Zyathri, begging your pardon for the interruption, but Lord Lor'themar demands your presence. He says it's urgent" the messenger said, relaxing slightly as soon as he had delivered his message.

Following a slight sigh and a nod, Zyathri quickly sprinted through the rain to the stable close by where her faithful Thalassian Charger, Nightmare, was quite happily eating some hay. Upon seeing Zyathri come running over, Nightmare slowly trotted towards her, stopping at the edge of the cover from the rain. Zyathri stopped next to the great Charger, lightly patting it on the neck with a smile, getting a quiet neigh from the horse. With ease and deftness, Zyathri climbed up onto the back of Nightmare before taking hold of the reigns and giving them a slight shake, causing her mount to burst into a quick sprint towards the Court of the Sun and the Sunfury Spire.

Zyathri couldn't help but wonder why Lor'themar wanted to see her, although she hoped that it was as urgent as the messenger made it out to be. She was not one to have her time wasted. At the very least, it gets me out of the dullness that is patrol duty… Zyathri thought to herself as her Charger turned and ran into the Court of the Sun. Slowing down to a gentle trot, Nightmare moved towards the Spire before stopping at its entrance, allowing Zyathri to jump down off of his back and head through its grand entrance.

Zyathri gazed upwards at the tall ceiling as she walked towards the gathered council who turned to look at her as she approached them. They slowly separated and Lord Loth'remar took a step forwards. Stopping a few feet from the Lord, Zyathri went down on one knee and bowed her head slightly.

"Glory to the Sin'dorei" she said, keeping her head bowed as she addressed Lor'themar. The blood elf smiled slightly and motioned for Zyathri to stand.

"Greetings, Zyathri. I am glad you have arrived so quickly" he said, taking a step towards the Blood Knight. As he moved, his long flowing robes dragged along the ground slightly, and the other council members spoke amongst themselves quietly. "I have an urgent task that I need you to undertake."

"What is it that you require of me, Lord?" Zyathri asked, standing upright, placing her hand on the handle of her blade, standing to attention.

"It is a simple task. Some of the Farstriders have found a rather unusual item that needs to be transported to Lady Sylvannas Windrunner with all due haste." Lor'themar slowly paced from side to side, as if he was thinking for a moment, before addressing Zyathri again. "There is a young warlock in Sunstrider Isle that I believe is well suited for the task. Please take this letter to him."

Zyathri opened her mouth in protest as she took the letter from Lor'themar, but no words came forth. With a slight sigh she bowed slightly, tucking the letter away safely, before turning and walking away towards Nightmare.

"Summoned to be a mere messenger?" Zyathri muttered under her breath, her anger boiling slightly. "I'm a high ranking member of the Blood Knights…not some errand girl..." With another grumble, Zyathri mounted up on the back of Nightmare, cursing the rain again, before sprinting off towards Sunstrider Isle.