I woke up one morning to find a friend standing outside my room, yelling at me, granted I was still half-asleep so I couldn't comprehend him. I scurried out of bed and put on my normal outfit, consisting of a traveler's shirt and a pair of cloth shorts. When I got out of my room, I realized what my friend was shouting about; it was my coming of age. The day when I would leave home for the world unknown. There was one thing I had to do first, and that was pick my path of training that I would follow until my training was complete and I could fight for the Alliance against our rivals, the Horde.

"So, Aka, any thoughts on what path you want to take?" asked one of my good friends.

His name was Thores, and his coming of age was a while ago, but he was my friend while I was growing up, so he stayed in our village until my coming of age. Even though he stayed behind for me, he still had picked his path of training. The path he chose, was the path of the Warlock, a master of the demonic knowledge who can make lesser demons become their servant.

"Hmm, I'm not too sure yet, I think I'll take the Hunter path, because being able to make friends with animals I find during my adventures sounds pretty fun."

I looked around me, and I saw my friend, Silentslash, his friend Feral, and my other friends: Filorina, Crystallan, and Joshan. All but Joshan had come back from their adventure to see me off.

"Hey, Akaku, here's my present, I hope you like it." said Filorina.
I opened the gift to find a nice and sturdy studded leather breastplate and studded leather leggings.

"Why thank you, Filorina."

The rest of my friends brought me what they had gotten me. All together I had gotten a sturdy maple bow, the leather breastplate and leggings, a wicked dagger, and the rest had all chipped in to by me the leather pieces of armor that I was missing, which a full leather set of armor was something that wasn't cheap.
I began to tear up seeing how much my friends cared, and they must have seen it too, because they all started telling me not to cry. The village elder stepped through the crowd of townspeople and asked me the question I had been waiting for, for so many years.

"Akaku, what training path do you choose?"