NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

Due to school starting soon chapters will not be posted as frequently. Sorry for the inconvenience but school unfortunately has to come before the story

-X3ro0

I was born Illeana Windrunner the druid night elf to Mikeal Windrunner, the druid captain of the Alliance military, and Sylva Windrunner, the most beautiful priestess elf anyone would ever lay his or her eyes upon. We lived on Teldrassil, the great tree planted after the third world war, in the small town of Shadow Glen. My father was stationed there before I was conceived and helped new recruits train before they were sent out to war against the Burning Legion. We were a respected family among the elves that lived on Teldrassil and had it fairly well in till one fateful day.

A raid of Horde, a faction of races that we have also been in war against since as long as I could remember, came to destroy our small town. Led by the blood elf prince, Curio Stargaze, our small town fell quickly into flames. My mother gathered all the citizens that still remained and fled to a small cave outside of our town. Unfortunately a tauren spotted her on their way there and informed Curio. He found her quickly and dragged her back into town. The others she had been attempting to save got away safely to the cave I was told later. In front of my father and I he held her by her beautiful silver hair staring at her with a wicked smile. She squirmed as he stroked her face, tracing the purple markings on her pale lilac skin. I watched as he leaned in and kissed her, while taking his sword in his other hand and ramming it into her back. She let out a blood-curdling scream that could be heard through out Kalimdor. He dropped her dying body on the blood soaked ground. Her once white robes now were crimson red, and she just laid there. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took in her last breathes, and then she passed on. My father screamed and ran to her body, holding it close to him as he sobbed. Tauren and undead surrounded him, ready to slice him to pieces. He rose up and hacked through them, slinging their blood from his swords. He continued his hate filled rampage along side of the few of his trainees left.

I sat quietly behind a tree, breathing heavily hoping to Elune, our goddess of the moon, that none of the horde would spot me. I was fourteen at the time, and I did not want this to be my last day of life since it had only begun. I held tight to the tree, wincing my face at every scream that echoed through Shadow Glen. A body walked around the tree, such a new body but a familiar one. I looked up to a tall built blood elf. His red hair graced his face handsomely along with a wicked smile that I've seen before. I stared infatuated in his eyes. He kneeled before me, and stroked my face. Curio was touching me, yet I didn't flinch. After all the destruction he had caused I wasn't scared, but more of entwined in his gaze mesmerized by his handsomeness. "What a pretty girl." He cooed in a bad attempt of our language, Darnassian. I couldn't speak; my mouth just couldn't form any words. "Your mother?" he asked as he pointed to her dead body; I nodded. "You look of her, very pretty," He whispered as he continued to embrace my face, "such beautiful silver hair and pretty little purple markings on your face." He ran his hands down the sides of my body. "Such a tiny frame, and pale lavender skin" he whispered almost on my lips, for he was now leaning in on me. Was he going to kiss me as well? With this kiss would I die like my mother? My father tore around the tree and tackled him to the ground. I was thrown to the ground along with Curio due to his hold on me. My father shape shifted into a huge dire bear, ready to bash his face in with his paws. Curio raised his shield to his face to block my father's heavy blows. He fumbled for his sword that was slung away from him during the fall. My father kept continually bashing his shield with a rage burning in his eyes. Curio no longer looked amused but very hateful and angry with my father. He bashed his shield into my fathers face knocking him onto his back. Quickly he grabbed his sword and was ready to destroy my father, but I got on to my feet with haste and hugged him. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I screamed through tears into Curio's chest. Both he and my father looked very surprised, I myself was surprised at my courage to hug him.

The three of us stood quietly in this odd situation. Curio had lowered his sword and stared down at me. He grabbed my hair gently and pulled my head back from his chest smirking at me. His glance shifted from me to my father who was watching him carefully. Curio leaned into my face, his lips brushing mine and whispered, "I be back for you." My father began to get uneasy and started to lift his swords again but Curio raised his faster to my back, and my father backed off. He released me, pushing me into my father and let out a sharp whistle. He yelled something in the hordes common language of Orcish. Quickly he walked from around the tree and hopped onto his war wolf, and as quickly as the horde had came they had left.