The Black Crystal
It was a normal day…the sun shining brightly as ever, its rays gleaming down upon an enormous city surrounded by a lush forest. The city commonly known as Stormwind, stands tall and strong against the world, and this stronghold, built out of white shalestone, seems to contain all our hopes and dreams within its massive feature. And within this city is the hustle and bustle of the Alliance that scurry around, gnomes, humans, elves, and even dwarves that live in harmony together, every single day.
"Morning…" I said to myself as I sat up in my small bed, yawning deeply. The sun shined through my window, accompanied the sound of the chatter of one of many Alliance members that walked the roads of the town. Half-awake, I slid out of bed and went to my nearby dresser, filled with the thoughts of just five more minutes of sleep. Getting my equipment out, I put it on, affixing the two sheaths reserved for my daggers to my side, walking outside as I closed the door behind me. Of course, this was the usual morning.
I held a hand up to my face as I walked outside, the sun burning my eyes, as I looked to my right and started walking. At the moment, my stomach rumbled as I remembered about breakfast. I then turned left and started walking across the bridge that overlooked the canals.
"Perhaps…I should grab something to eat first," I mumbled, smiling as the scent of freshly baked bread passed by my nose, my stomach grumbling with delight. Luckily, a bread vendor was right around the corner, and I called her over.
"The usual, Ryland?" asked the vendor, glancing at me as I nodded.
"The usual." I replied, selecting my favorite bread, the 'Craolea Roll'. I put the money in her hand, and walked away, attacking the bread viscously. I walked into the Trade District, and started moving towards the bank.
I peered into the mailbox, sifting through the letters that were there, until I spotted one with…my name on a label. Pausing for a moment, I grabbed it and lifted it out of the mailbox, ripping it open slowly. Inside the letter was a thin black stone, and it looked like some kind of crystal. It looked like somebody just slapped together a jigsaw puzzle, since the crystal had many shards jutting out in all directions…very strange indeed. Attached to that stone was a note hanging from a coarse piece of string. Scrawled on the note was the message: 'Take this and use it Ryland, for it will be your key to your-'
The note seemed to have been torn off at the end, and even by itself, the note was crumpled and it had a few rips in it…it might have been tampered with. But in reality, the stone seemed to be very valuable, and for some reason, some person just had to give it to me. But why?
Taking the gryphon en route to Ironforge, I decided I should let my grandfather know about this. Perhaps, he would understand the importance of this black crystal.