A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, so take it easy on me, ha, I hope to improve by way of your reviews! Thanks, please enjoy my story!
Aeomi Firewind wasn't like the other trolls. Anyone with eyes, or at least ears, could see or hear that. Only her mother was a troll, her father was a tauren, whom had died in Warsong before she had had a chance to even take a look at him. He was a most powerful druid, she heard great stories from her mother, who was a widow in the Darkspear Tribe. However, because not born of two trolls, Aeomi was special and the troll accent seemed strange and apparent to her, while the other trolls didn't notice their own strong accents, they only noticed hers, she talked normal, such as that of a blood elf, or a human. Her mother had always wanted her to be a shaman, and the rest of the Tribe wanted her to be a priestess, but neither of those interested her, Aeomi was downright headstrong. She felt that if she put her mind to it she could do anything, in some cases, this is true but she was stubborn and over-confident.
She had yet to choose a class, non of the troll classes appealed to her. Nor any of the orc, undead, or blood elf classes too, but the only class she ever wanted to be was a druid. She knew it had never been done, being any other druid besides tauren or draeni, but she thought she could be the first. She tried hard and let me tell you, she had no help from her tribe, they all looked down upon her, even her own mother was slightly ashamed and embarrassed by her daughter. And at many times Aeomi wanted to give up but she knew there was no other choice.
One bright, hot day, the sun beat down like a drum against the blue-skinned faces of the Darkspear Trolls. Warriors in training would swat again and again at the dummies with their wooden swords, hunters in training would shoot targets, pinned onto hay bails, shamans in training would practice summoning their totems and so on, and where was Aeomi you may ask? Sitting down, reading an old beat up book written in Druidic.
A few other troll girls approached her, casting a shadow on her as Aeomi looked up. "Oh dear," she would start, "something has blocked out the sun, lord save us." She said, before going back to her book. Looking at eachother trying to decide if they had been insulted, on of the other girls said "Well, well, well, if it ain't leetl Aeomi tryin' to be a druid again!" She chuckled before realizing Aeomi hadn't looked up from her book. After several other half-witted insults from the group of girls that didnt seem to affect Aeomi at all, they snatched her book and ran away.
"HEY!" Aeomi yelled, now chasing them. Boy. . .when I become a powerful druid won't they be sorry. . . "COME BACK HERE WITH THAT!" She was falling behind the others who with an occasional look back were running towards the lake. When Aeomi realized their intentions she knew she must get it back, she ran as fast as she could, her legs sore and face sweaty she slowed to a stop and the others stopped right in front of the lake. One of the girl who apparrently was the leader of the group took the book from the other and hurled it far into the lake. With a splash the book went under before resurfacing.
Aeomi lost her temper and charged toward the girl and tackled two of them into the water, she sat on top of her and dunked their heads numerous times in and out before they cried mercy when she jumped off, still seething. She took off her leather armor, put down her bags, and ran off the wooden dock into a dive towards the center of the lake, she was underwater for about 10 second and she resurfaced about 100ft away from the book once she reached it she held it above her head while she swum back to shore, when she got back, still dripping her bags and armor were gone, that tore it, she couldn't live like this any longer.
After drying off in her hut, she packed supplies, a knife, some dried meat, some water and clothes, she packed her slightly damp Druidic book and slung her bag over her shoulder, she grabbed a carved Druidic staff that she had made a while back with her knife, from instructions in her book and snuck out of her hut. Bag on shoulder, staff in hand, Aeomi was ready for anything. . .or so she thought. She ran into the woods and dissipated into the night.