This has been hiding in my files for awhile - Last year sometime I think it was brought to my WoW Guild (Night Soldiers Aerie Peak US - Glory to the Alliance!) that I dabbled in writing. Seeing as this exists in Azeroth and Azeroth belongs to Blizzard I count this as Fan-Fiction. I hope they dont mind me uploading these here, but I'm actually rather proud of them, plus its the first time I intentionally wrote for someone other than myself. So here is a bunch of short stories :)
The trek had been a long one, he could feel his hair, which he had tied back at the start of the day, was sticking to his back that was covered in sweat, and it must have fallen out. He blew some of the red strands away from his face, adjusted his armor, before heading on. He was on a path now, and his feet were thanking him for it. Over the hills he could see the sun was about to set, and it was in that cool moment before the bugs would start to appear. He could see someone, a little while before him on the road, they too look just as tied as he. But he noticed something they didn't, not too far ahead of him were three men, dressed in black hiding themselves behind two large rocks on each side of the road. He picked up his pace, he opened his mouth to yell, but it was too late, the ambushers where on him. He pulled his sword from his side and his shield from his back and ran in to help the man. It was a blur of him striking blows and he felt himself get a few, but, in the blink of an eye, the ambushers were fleeing. He turned to look for the man, he lay on the ground, and a shining dagger was plunged in his gut. He quickly got down on his knees and the man took the front of his armor and pulled him in close;
"What's your name?"
His voice was extremely deep, deeper that it should naturally be, and he struggled to find his own voice;
"Reidistayn – Reid."
"Will you help me?"
Unable to speak Reid nodded and the man slid his hand down from Reid's armor and took his hand roughly.
"De nomeno mabliki regipre shala ve ekess qe tiamo tenamalo."
Reid struggled to breathe, he felt as something was being pulled from him, he knew it was something he shouldn't be letting them take, but he couldn't fight for it to stay.
As fast as the pain had come it was gone, and he realised he was on all fours on the ground. He heard movement beside him but as he turned to look for the man he was gone. He looked back down at the ground, trying to regain his breath, but something was wrong, and he knew it. He tried to shake himself clear of it, but as he did his long pony-tail fell to the side and his hands gave away. It had turned white;
"What the hell?"
He scrambled up, he felt so weak, and if he could make it to the small town nearby he would be fine. He tried to shake his hair off as a trick of the light, and every time it caught his eye he tried to ignore it. It was getting darker, but he kept looking towards the glow from the town ahead. He past the gate and fell to his knees, he was so damn tired.
"Sir, are you ok?"
Sir? He'd never been called Sir before;
"I'll be ok."
His voice sounded older, but he tried to shove it off to his exhaustion. He felt arms around his shoulders, he looked up, he was being helped up by a young woman, and she helped him over to the small Inn before she sat him down in a large wooden chair.
"Do you need anything?"
She had a helpful face, and long black hair;
"Water?"
"Sure."
She smiled at him before walking over to the wooden bar. He rubbed his face; this had been a strange day.
"Here."
She passed him the glass of water and he smiled at her, but he knew it was strained.
"We've got a room set up for you when you need it."
"Thanks."
She smiled at him again, before walking away. He looked over at the bar, a mirror was hug behind it but the man looking back at him wasn't right. It was still him, he knew that, but he was older. He looked as if he was on the edge of his forties, but he was only in his mid-twenties, and his hair was still white. That man, whatever he had done, had seemed to have taken some of his life.