Chapter 1 – The beginning

A young woman around the age of 21 strolls through the green forest. It's quit in Elwynn, even with all the preparations going on for a big union feast between the Alliance Races. She is lost in her thoughts about her friends, family and life. It is becoming more difficult to hide her power change. It's difficult to find the courage and strength to finally come forward and be honest with her family. It's difficult towards the rest of the clan. Hell, life is just difficult! In an outburst of pure rage she kicks a middle size stone and it disappears between the trees with the speed of a gnome rocket. Why does her family have to be one of the biggest frost-mages family in Azeroth? Why couldn't she have been born in just a regular small family where there aren't strict parents and grandparents watching over her shoulders? These thoughts continue for a long period of time, until the young mage almost turns crazy. With a stressed scream of anger she aims her right arm in the direction of a young tree. The helpless tree who can't defend himself is set on fire.

'Why is this happening to me?', Ebãny shouts with a frustrated voice at the burning tree. For a moment she stares quit at the pile of ashes before she continues for way, through the forest. If it would be possible for trees to grasp their roots and start running, they would have done it. The anger and helpless mood of the young woman is almost touchable and the forest is holding it's breath and awaits what is coming. Ebãny stands still at the egde of a big lake, Stone Caïrn Lake. 'Damn, have I wandered this far?', with a look at the low position of the sun, the mage decides that it's way to far for walking all the way back to their big mansion in Stormwind. 'Looks like I have to find a place to sleep around here then.' She begins to walk to the south. She must be able to reach the Eastvale Logging Camp before the sun disappears entirely and the forest will be covered by total darkness.

Total darkness becomes with every day, week, month a more common thing in the Eastern Kingdoms. The war that was brewing in the Outlands made his feedback to Azeroth and the rumors are going that everywhere the Burning Legion is appearing in the world. And not only the Alliance Races have problems dealing with these enemies. Also the Horde Races have problems. In Ebãny's eyes it is just a matter of forcing an alliance between all the races in Azeroth. And it doesn't need to become an alliance for life or even a decade. It just needs to last until the war between 'us' and Burning Legion is over. After that the Horde can become Horde again and continue its raids and other unnecessary attacks on the other races. Because what would life be if an honest frost-mage can't kill and defeat enemies after all? There you have it again… frost-mage…

'Stop them! They're setting all the houses on fire!', the terrified screams and shouts are bringing Ebãny back to the reality. Through the trees and bushes she can she the glow of fire! Immediately she starts running towards the little logging camp and a few seconds she is frozen in horror. Men, women and children are lying dead on the ground. Houses and machines are on fire. The few remaining villagers who are alive, are running for their lives or fighting with an axe or blunt sword. But the young woman froze because of the creatures walking in the mids of this chaos and are the ones who are responsible for so much wretchedness. They can't be describe in just a few words, they're to horrible for that. Never have mage heard of such creatures, not even from her grandfathers, uncles and father. It can only mean that they are coming from the Outlands! Their devil like appearance, red skin and

wings makes it a bit difficult for them to move easily through the forest, but they're still very, very destructive. The dogs at their sides are breathing fire and everybody who is coming across one of those ugly beasts is dying instantly.

Ebãny wakes up from her frozen state when a little hand is grapping her own. A small child with burned face and no hair is looking up at her. He cries and is in a lot of pain. He points towards one of the houses in fire and there on the roof is sitting a mother with three little girls. Without a moment of hesitation the frost-mage runs towards the house and starts pouring the flames with ice and snow. It is helping and the flames just died, when she hears a furious roar. With a swift blink she grasps the mother and children from the rooftop and they are back on the ground at the moment when the house is blasts into small splinters. It takes several minutes for the young woman to recover that blast wave and even then she is seeing everything double. With a groan of pain she is gets to her feet and looks again over the total chaos that is ruling the Eastvale Logging Camp. Always and everywhere you encounter the guards of Stormwind and Elwynn Forest during regular days. But at evenings as this one, when you really, really need them and if it possible the entire army they are all gone!

Eleven! Eleven of those devil bastards and their dogs! Ebãny is a strong mage for her age, but eleven AND dogs is a bit too much. She knows she can't kill them all, so she decides to deal with this problem different. With a loud arcane explosion she draws the attention of eight enemies. Then she blinks away. Her goal is the Stone Caïrn Lake. Water being the natural opponent of fire is the best way of defence she can hope for. With a close look at her mana range she blinks as often as safely possible. Her plan thus far works… She is being followed by eight of the cruel creatures, drawn to her magic. At the edge of the lake the mage fires more purple arcane balls. But not towards the approaching enemy, but high in the sky. As far as she can get them up. Hopefully her close friend and one of the important guards of the major city is standing at his usual spot. She uses all her remaining mana in her efforts of shooting as many purple shots into the air, before she collapse tired to the ground.

The enemy is all around her, in the distance she can her the faint screams of the loggers at the small camp. The guards are nowhere to be seen and suddenly the young mage feels lonely. If she was just strong enough she could have save them. If she was a powerful fire-mage she could have blown them to pieces. If…if….if. Then suddenly far away in the dark forest of Elwynn Ebãny hears shouts. Shouts, orders, it's a unit of guards! But the new found hope is smashed into the ground when the woman is lifted by her throat, by one of the devils. 'You're going to die you infinite little human mage', the big guy is growling. 'But before you'll die, you're going to witness the dead of them.' With a shock the mage realizes that there is another group of humans standing not far away from her. In the middle of the group is the young boy, with the burned face and his mother and sisters. From the corner of her eye she sees how one of the devils is giving the dogs an order.

Helpless Ebãny stares at the group scared and frightened humans who are now surrounded by the group of big dogs. They all know what is going to happen to hem and the fear on the children's faces is unbearable. With a her strength the mage starts to wrestle in the hand of her capturer. She needs to help the poor souls! If she just had courage enough to show them! If she just can control that power! Then without any warning the dogs open their jaws and fire appears…

'That wasn't necessary!', the young mage is shouting furious at the group laughing devils. She begins to get enraged. She is burning hot. She starts almost boiling of anger. Deadly anger. 'They will die. I swear, they will all die!', her mind is shouting also. And when the leader of the pack is signing that the dogs may feed on the corpses, she simply explodes. Not in frost and water, but in fire and flames.

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