This is my first story, and yes, I know I said no epic stories, but I can have one, right? Enjoy.

Under the bright orange trees of Eversong Woods, a young blood elf woman was quietly tending to her garden with her pet treants. As the cool breeze sifted through her blonde locks of hair, she looked to the sky and sighed. It had been a very quiet day for her, something she liked a lot. As she finished up, she waved her hand and the treants vanished, as if they were never there. She made her way towards her home, for a nice mug of coffee and some mana biscuits. She turned her head as she heard a soft rustling in the nearby bushes. She passed it off as the wind and made her way inside.
From the bushes, a large lump of a black gunk-like substance emerged. It appeared to be solid, but acted very much like a liquid, and each particle when it was removed from the main "body" found its way quickly back. It slithered under the doorway of the woman's home and into her living room. It crept up behind her chair and pounced onto her head. Before she could even make a sound, the gunk was in her mouth and slid down into her lungs. It was not long before she suffocated, and her head fell onto her lap, and then she fell from the chair. The gunk extracted itself from her body, and moved promptly out of the doorway.

"Hello? Sara? Are you there?" Idrai called through the hall of his sister's home. He had planned to visit her today, but she had not replied to his post, so he had gone to her home to check if she was alright. He stepped into the hall and felt a rush of cold air. "This isn't right" he said aloud. He began to shiver from head to toe. Gathering himself, he walked to the living room door. When he saw his sister's lifeless body, he froze in shock. "Who could have done this? And why?" he thought. When he managed to move again, he began a resurrection spell, something he was used to, being a resident healer for his guild. However, the spell merely called a light from the sky, the body remained lifeless.
"Why? Why is it not working? I can't be losing energy, why isn't it working?" Idrai began to panic. He had never failed to complete a resurrection spell before, why should it suddenly not work now? He was the one of the greatest priests Silvermoon had ever seen, his spells could never fail.
"I-Idrai? Is that you? Where am I?" said a voice from the corner of the room.
"Sara! You're...you're... a-a ghost?"
"Idrai? I'm-I'm scared Idrai... I can't see, I want to... I want to go home, Idrai, I'm scared."
"Sara... how did you... what happened here?"
"Idrai... it's all cold..."
"Don't worry Sara... dad will look after you. Can you see him Sara?"
"Y-yes. Daddy? Is that you?" In truth, Sara was just under the influence of a spirit soothe spell, cast by Idrai. He knew that he couldn't resurrect her, for some unknown reason, but he could send her with their father, who had died ten years before. Very soon, her spirit vanished, into the Great Beyond. However, it was merely in a state of rest, as not even Idrai could send a restless spirit on.
"Sara... what killed you? There isn't a single wound on your body..." Idrai closed his eyes, turned around and began to walk to Silvermoon City. He had to find a plausible reason for her death. He had to.

Idrai was in his mid-twenties. He had long, dark brown hair and exceptionally long legs, and was very athletically built. He always wore his signature white and red robes, which was startling to the other Blood Elves, who saw wearing white as disrespect to those they had lost to the Scourge. He merely shrugged it off; he was fighting the Scourge hand-to-rotting hand, which was respect enough for him. He spent his childhood studying as a priest in Silvermoon and moved on to work with the Argent Dawn against the Scourge in the Eastern Plaguelands. He was a master of undead extermination and, also being an Alchemist, had found ways to channel holy energy into potions, making him a valuable asset to the Argent Dawn, especially to the non-spellcasters. He had studied, for a while, under Lady Liadrin herself, who taught him the ways of Discipline, in which he specialises. He was one of those people who had a solution for everything, and if he didn't have one, he'd devote the entirety of his time to finding one. He sat down in the Sunfury Spire's library and began searching through the rows of books to find the reason for his sister's death, and a way to cure her.
"Hmm... Redeeming the Dead, too basic... How To Resurrect When a Dragon is Digesting You, too specific... ugh, there's nothing in these shelves at all!" He shoved the books back into their places in a huff, and suddenly the spine of a book caught his eye: When All Else Fails. He pulled it out in a fountain of dust which launched him into a small coughing fit, and put it down on the table. The book snapped open the moment it hit the wood. Idrai sat down and began to read;

Redemption, Resurrection, Revive... you try them all, but each time they fail. You wonder why, so you turn to this book. It just so happened that it was in the Resurrection Studies section of your local library.

Idrai looked up; the plaque on the top of the shelves read "Resurrection Studies". Probably a coincidence, he thought, and continued reading;

Also, you find that this book appeared to you without you ever seeing it before. You threw back other books in a flurry of anger and suddenly it was there. You thought it could find a way to cure your dead sister when your resurrection spell failed.

Idrai blinked. Had this book-or the author-found a way to attune it to the person reading? Intrigued, he read on;

There is a way to revive her, Idrai, but you must do everything I say. Your sister was killed by something more powerful than a warrior, more cunning than a rogue and more evil than a warlock. It is composed of more than fel energy, it is something even the Legion cannot hope to control. The only known cure to its power is hidden, far beyond my knowledge. All I know is that you must go to Karazahn. Everything will become known there. Hurry, you do not have much time. Hurry, Idrai Lightweaver. Hurry!

Idrai gathered up his things and bolted for the door, not giving a second thought to the fact that a book knew everything about him. He mounted his Hawkstrider as quickly as possible and rode it to Hatchet Hills, in the Ghostlands, for the closest Wind Rider to Stonard.
"I'm going to get you back Sara, no matter what it takes. I couldn't send you to the Great Beyond, and I can't pull your spirit back to me, but if this book is right, the spirits of Karazahn will tell me what to do."

Idrai Lightweaver, hurry. Time is short, and your sister slips into the clutches of darkness more each second. I am sending others to help you, who you in turn will help. Hurry!

So? You like? Please R&R, it makes me feel happier and inclined to write more!