p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongPlease note, this was written when I was 13 and 14. It's really, really bad, and definitely does not reflect my current writing skills. I've improved, a lot! :)/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongI suggest you go read the 'updated' version, which I put tons more time and effort into while planning and writing:/strong/span/p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongDisclaimer: I don't own WoW, but sadly, I own this tragedy./strong/p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""emMother?" A soft, scared voice called quietly into the darkness./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"em"I'm over here, but don't move a muscle. We mustn't be speaking, or else it may find us."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emThe ruffle of leaves that seemed to boom in the silent area moved towards the small whimpering. "Shh, it's okay. I will protect you with my life, Fayne, alright?" The child nodded. Reassuring arms were placed around her small body, and she cuddled into the warm embrace./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emFrom a short distance, dark laughing could be heard. Fayne squeaked, and her mother quickly placed her hand over her daughter's mouth. The sniffing abruptly stopped, and a low growl was sent to their direction./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"em"Fayne! Get behind me!" The child was wrenched to her feet, and shoved behind her mother. "If... if I don't make it, make sure I fall on you. Do not move, and don't even breathe until he leaves. Got it?" Fayne started choking, but nodded. She clenched her mother's silken robe, and sobbed quietly as her mother began attacking the creature with orbs of fire./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emIt was an Orc, and her mother's fireball knocked it down for a split second. This just seemed to enrage it more, as it charged at her mother and started slashing her body with its huge axe. Her mother started screaming out in pain, and Fayne did the last thing she could think of; she lifted up her mother's robe and hid under it. She was too scared to scream, to cry, to say goodbye to her mother. She shut her eyes, and after a few minutes of agonizing screaming./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emFayne felt her mother's legs begin to give out. They started pushing on her./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emAt the last second, her mother turned around, so she was facing her daughter. "Fayne... Make me proud."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emHer mother fell. The air was knocked out of her, but Fayne remembered what her mother told her. The sniffing resumed, and she felt hot air being blown all over her and her mother. She almost whimpered, but she didn't dare. The Orc must not have scented her through the stench of blood, as it promptly left./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emAn hour passed, and Fayne knew it was okay to cry now. And she did; she hid underneath her mother's dead body, tears streaming down her face. She was too tired to cry fully. Only a few sniffles passed, and a water-work of tears, but not a single noise escaped her mouth. She closed her eyes, and embraced whatever was left of her mother./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emFayne pressed her face against her mother's torn up stomach, the blood invading her nostrils and mouth. She didn't care. She finally started bawling; she didn't care if any Orcs heard her. She would rather them take her too, instead of leaving her parentless and alone in such a big world./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emWhen Fayne finally opened her eyes, morning light streamed in through a few gaps in her mother's robe. Footsteps were approaching, and she instantly fell limp. "2097. Man, look how torn up this woman is. She must of put up a hell of a fight." When Fayne recognized her own language, she realized it would be alright./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"em"Help!"/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"em"Wait... goodness, there is a child under the body!" A woman's voice yelled. Fayne felt the weight come off of her, and the sun blinded her eyes./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""emChild, are you alright?" Said the woman. She had a pretty face, and long, blonde hair that curled around her face. Her eyes searched Fayne's, looking for an answer. "No... my m-mother. She's dead."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emTears streamed down her face, and the woman grabbed her, bringing her into an embrace. "Is that the body of your mother? The one you where hiding under?" Fayne unburied her face from the woman's hair, and looked up at the man. "Y-yes."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""emDo you have a father? Grandparent maybe?" The woman asked. "Even an older sibling?" Fayne shook her head. "I-I had an older brother, but he died. I never knew my father, and my grandparents have been dead for years." The woman was silent. She looked up at the man, and quietly said, "I have to take her in."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emThe woman looked back to Fayne. She smiled a tiny bit, and said, "Would you like to stay with me? There's not really anyone left who can take care of you, and I would hate having to send you to an orphanage. That is, if you want to live with me. It's up to you, of course."/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emFayne looked back at the woman, and nodded. "My name is Brytne Shadowbane," she said. "And you are?"/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""emFaynestra Brightrin."/em/p