[This is my first fan-fic, with college work etc. I will be squeezing in writing when ever I can so sorry if it takes a while to update. Please read, rate and review. I have a couple of ideas of where the story will go but im open to suggestions. Well... hope you like it.]
Prologue
The moon glimmered, a pale disc in the clear black sky. As Callinan watched, he saw a few shimmering wisps of cloud reach out like delicate arms, bathed in pearlescent light.
Why is he not here yet? The thought flashed through his mind again. He had upheld his part of the deal and it was time for payment. Trying to make the pain in his back dissipate, he adjusted slightly, it did not help. The bush that he was crouched in was pushing branches into his spine and he could feel the cold biting at his fingers.
Once again his hand crept back to the pouch at his side, checking for the slim platinum disc. Compared to some of the jobs he had been forced into accepting recently this had been surprisingly easy and the pay good. Holding it out before him, he could see the fine runes glimmering and shifting before his eyes. As he watched they lifted, rising in tendrils to form beautiful images of planets and strange people unlike those who called Azeroth home. The images began to shoot past in quick succession, a long valley of dust and stone, an outstretched hand writhing in emerald flames. A red woman in a red robe.
The images were gone as fast as they came settling back onto the disc leaving the world cold and dark. He pushed it back into the pouch. The less he knew about the items he collected, the safer he was.
Callinan sighed, another employer had sensed danger and panicked. A gentle breeze tossed the branches of the trees on the far side of the canal sending narrow beams of light to flicker on the surface of the water.
Wait... That moonlight had not illuminated the water, it had been a glint of bronze.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Callinan slid from the safety of the shadows and up to the bridge which was to be their meeting place. Peering out over the water, he once again saw the metallic flash. He reached down, closing his hand around the visor of a helmet. Intricately designed with gold filigree, Callinan recognised it instantly. It had belonged to his employer
"Oh good, you found it!" The female voice had come from directly behind him. Callinan froze. "He never removed it in life, seems he wants to hide it in death" a small laugh escaped her lips sending a warm, damp breeze across the back of his exposed neck.
"I know your voice." He muttered weakly, more to reassure himself, "I know you died". Unwillingly his mind drifted back to that night, the smoke, the shadow in the flames.
"Well, death comes for us all." The words seemed even sharper and colder than the blade which had been eased between his ribs.