Okay, so this is the re-written prologue. I apologize for how long this has taken me. This spring break is helping so much. :) Please review and tell me what you think! The next part will be coming up soon, all re-written and new! Stay tuned.
The whispers of the damned swirled in his head as he made one final attempt to complete his mission. Hot behind his heels was something none of the elves expected to have intruded in their homeland.
"Admit defeat elf, there is nothing you can do for them now."
As he ran, he could feel and smell the cold rot of death taking over the forest. From the light of the sun breaking through the trees, the elf knew that the designated clearing was ahead. Even being out of breath and feeling the slight twinge of exhaustion, probably from the blood loss from the deep gash on his forearm, he gritted his teeth and pressed on.
"You have failed her, give up this hopeless bargain for your life."
As the dark elf exploded from the dense foliage, he spotted the Sin'dorei house just before his reach. He looked back into the shadows of the forest and could make out the outlines of the dead marching towards his location.
" Nothing you do will lessen the amount of suffering for your kin."
He cupped his hands over his long pointed ears as he made his way to the house, as if it would help block the invasive voices. The door of the house lay in splinters as he made his way up the steps. The wood chips cracked under his boots as he crept in warily, unconsciously slipping into stealth and backing up to the walls as he made his way through the house.
The voices inside the elf's head had dissipated entirely when he had entered. The once beautifully decorated home lay in ruins. Heavy dust clouded his keen vision as he searched for something frantically. Ignoring the blood that smeared the walls and the crumpled bodies that were strewn across the floor like rag-dolls, he strode through each room. He could hear the stampede of the scourge making their way to where he was. Snarls filled the air making it difficult for the elf to concentrate for the slightest breath of another.
Then he heard it. A slight whine, like a child makes when they are feeling the emptiness of their stomach. He stood still, trying to make out where the sound came from. Another huff of exhaled air directed him to a broken bookshelf that lay face down on the stone floor. With great strength, the rogue lifted the bookshelf back to its original position. He knelt down to the floor and swept his hand over a stone that looked out of place from the others around it. The perimeter was not sealed, and as the elf dug his fingers under, it gave way to reveal a small hole inside the ground.
The elf grabbed the precious bundle without hesitation when hearing of the roars coming from the stairway outside and slipped out of the window. With the elf child in his arms, he sprinted back into the woods and disappeared into the familiar shadows.
