The saddened truth
Chapter 1: a young night elf
I DO NOT OWN WORLD OF WARCRAFT, I JUST MADE UP THE CHARACTER.
As I was running, nearly breathless to ashenvale , a gnome passed by saying. "why hello there, miss, where are you headed off to?" the small gnome looked like he had had one too many kegs of brew from the ironforge inn. "I'm off to ashenvale to train my staff" I showed him my purple staff, a quiet advanced weapon. My name is kaychan. I was born in teradissil, near darnarsuss. My mother and father had died in the great war between the blood elfs and the night elfs, and I was sent to live in a small orphanage in stormwind. Back then, many of the kids didn't respect the race of the night elfs as they do now. They use to pull on my long, purple hair and yank at my pointed ears. They would sneer at me, calling me a "loner of the alliance." These kids also lost their parents in one of the many battles between the alliance and horde, but they were less great full. Later on in my life, I decided to run away from the orphanage, and made my way to ironforge. I was taken care of by two gnomes wed together. Then, the wife of the gnome became ill and died, and the gnome became very depressed. When the horde came and attacked ironforge, I was only 10, and the gnome went and fought them as much as he could, but was sadly defeated. I was then sent back to teridissal, where I was raised by two wedded night elfs. Now, I'm a 16 year old warrior who has trained long and hard, and hopes on her epic journey, to help in defeating the horde.
"I see that staff of yours, you prize it very well, yes?" the gnome replied. "that's right, sir" I answered. I bid him farewell and continued to run to off to ashenvale, where I was hoping to improve my skills.
At a nearby inn, I decided to rest for the night. I sipped on some ale and ate a loaf a bread with some meat. "young miss, if I may ask, are you the daughter of that deceased couple that parrised to the blood elfs?" the bartender asked. My hands clenched the ale cup strongly. "if you are referring to Blazek and Alana, then yes, you'd be right." I replied. That bastard, I thought, what right does he have in knowing about my family?
"you see miss, I was one of the ones who fought with your parents. They were quite a duo don't you think? Leaving their child in a crib so they could sacrifice themselves for no good reason?" he sneered with an evil laugh. "THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I screamed "THEY LOVED THEIR HOME, AND THEY WANTED TO PROTECT IT. THEY LOVED ME JUST AS MUCH AND DID NOT WANT ME TO DIE!" I drew my staff and whipped the man across the face "dammit!" he exclaimed as he held his bleeding head. I stormed out and continued on to ashenvale, tears in my eyes.
Well, that's the first chapter, hope you all like it so far, chapter 2 coming soon.