Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft, or any NPC's from the game. I DO own Koonaah, Keitah, Shiraz, Brynn, Caleb, and Mieliya. If there's anything that doesn't make sense, it's because this was written around midnight. Any typos: my keyboard is missing a couple keys.
Chapter One
"LIAM! NO!"
The cry of anguish echoed throughout Gilneas.
"We did it, Father… We took back our city… We took back…" The words died on his lips. Genn Greymane kneeled over his son, cradling his head.
Lady Sylvanas stood over the grief-stricken king. "Fool! That poison was meant for you, not your whelp!" The infuriated Banshee Queen rode off on her bony steed, sickly undead army close behind.
Prince Liam's body lay limp in his father's arms, an arrow protruding from his chest. Gilnean soldiers, Human and Worgen alike, all stood in shocked and devastated silence.
Koonaah sat up from her dream with a start. No! Not a dream, a nightmare. The sudden movement made her wince, and she looked at the bite-wound on her arm. It didn't seem to be getting any better, but not any worse, even if it stung a little. She summoned up a healing spell and felt a warm tingling sensation course through her. Despite the fact that Rejuvenation could not get rid of the bite, it still relieved the pain. She got out of bed, donning her cloak, gloves, and boots, snatching her staff and pack on the way out the door. She shuddered at further thought of the horrifying dream. It reminded her too much of her past.
Brynn… Caleb… Mieliya… Lost in her memories, the auburn-haired Gilnean druid nearly ran into her companions, a hunter by the name of Keitah and a priest called Shiraz. Her partners noticed that she was unusually quiet, even more so than usual. She merely pulled a scroll out of her pack, pointed to a quest, and walked off.
Priest and Hunter looked at each other and shrugged, then quickly followed suit. From experience, they knew better than to ask what was bothering their friend. She had been this way before, and they had gotten no answers from her.
The curious trio went through the day, exchanging a rare word here and there. By evening, most residents had fled Gilneas, and were set up in Duskhaven. Many citizens and soldiers had been turned into the very beasts they were trying to repel: Worgen, ferocious human-wolf monsters. The King believed that some of them could be saved; receive help in having their human blood take control over the animal.
Koonaah, Keitah, and Shiraz had been some of these lucky few. They now went about serving their king and their home in the form of wolf-people. Koonaah had been lucky; as a druid, shape-changing came naturally to her. She could change out of her Worgen form until she attacked, when she would un-willingly be changed back.
That night, Koonaah had the same dream, only she saw different people, in a terrifyingly familiar scene; one person kneeling on the ground, stricken with grief yet too devastated to cry; two people lay slain be-fore them: a rogue, dagger hilts resting in limp hands, and a young warrior, sword lying where it fell when the last breath was taken. A young child's cries of fear still burned in the mourner's mind.
A/N: Hope you like! I'll be working on Chapter 2. R&R please! Advice is welcome. Please no flames. If I do get any, they will be used to warm my hot cocoa and toast marshmallows.