The Forgotten Soldier
In the 3rd year of the war against the un-dead scouge, all hope Lordaeron had was lost. There were 500 against 3000 on the scouge's side, and with every dead soldier, the Lich Kings power power grew. One man, lets call him Achimondé, was smart and decided to leave. Now, he didn't care about the names the other 499 men called him, until he heard 1 voice that was different. It wasn't the deep, rouge voice of the other soldiers, it was more high, fair and sweet. Achimondé knew, in the back of his head, that it was a friend. When he tearned around, his old Childhood sweet heart (lets call her Julieta) stood there.
Now, these are not historical figures, they have been passed through geneation to generation, geeting the facts mixied up. But what I'm telling you know is the base strory line of this story. It is a bit of a legend in Stormwind, and the Forsaken have a god named after him. Now, back to the story…
Julieta, the person Lordaeron called the Fallen Goddess, was standing there, 5 feet from Achimondé, in a flowing robe, bellowing in the wind. Her blonde hair, in 2 thin braids, fell to her sholders. Her earings, with a two cm ruby in each, were placed in exactly the same area on each side of her face.
"Julieta, what are you doing here, this isn't a place for you, my fallen goddess. You need to go, take my horse, hurry, before the plauge affects you," Achimondé shouted, though barly heard over the bellowing wind that sprang up.
"No, that's why I'm here, I'm here to help. I've been training secretly with a keeper of light" (as some of you may know, it's a paladin, lets call him Achilies). I can help out with fighting the scourge. "
" But…but… the chance of you being killed is trés high! Aren't you the least bit worried?"
" Sometimes you need to think about other's before yourself. It is the end of time for Lordaeron, but we might be able to slow it down. Achimondé, we grew up playing this, yet when it finally happens you run like a coward. You are by no means what I remembered you to be."
Although Achimondé was scared, he felt truth in these words. Using Julieta as an anchour for bravory, Achimondé walk back to his tent. He was secretly practising the arts of Alchemy, so he was able to create a potion that would protect 2 people from the plauge. It woudn't protect them from death itself, just from the plauge.
After putting the finishing touches on the serom, he called Juilieta in.
"Juilirta, drink this, it will protect you form the plauge. I was only able to gather enough for 2 un-contaminated draughts, so you and I will drink. Is that ok?"
"Achimondé, if you really want to help, where are these ingrediants?"
"I have all hard to get herbs, but we will need to search far and wide for the other's. They are: Stormwind Seasoning Spices, A leaf of the great Egale Bear bank of Darnassus, Flowers of Dawn from the Dark Portal, and the most difficult, a Core of the Arcana from the Arcane police in Silvermoon, capital of the high elves."
"What are we waiting here for! We need to get these ingrediants, or else everyone is doomed! Which first?"
"Stormwind, I have a friend there who might be able to help us."
As the two rode ran out of the tent, the commander, whose name is lost, stopped them.
"Where are you two going! You have to help us!"
"Trust us, we are, just get to the capital city! Keep them at bay till we get back," Juilieta shouted.
They hoped on Achimondé's horse, and though they knew the risks were high, they started the long trip to Stormwind.