A/N: For those of you who don't want to read my ramblings (apologies) about my other stories or lengthy explinations of this story, you can just skip down to the full summary. It's in pretty bold letters for you. There is also the basic plot info/book jacket-esque thingy, signaled in bold as well. 3
So. Yea. If anyone knows me from my other story, Sara of Wild and Saber of Heart, I would like to cheerily say 'Fuck you' to all my excuses and just get down on my knees and beg you not to be displeased with me. Which, in all likelihood, you probably aren't, as you probably don't even remember the story because of how long it's been. Honestly, I haven't updated since bloody January. I know I've gotten little messages in my inbox for stories I couldn't even remember; I sometimes have to go reread them just to know what the update is talking about. Thereof, if anyone out there does remember and does care, I am so infintely sorry for my utter suckishness. To anyone who doesn't, I'm sorry to you as well, for not being here and well, having a story for you to know. I do plan to finish SoW&SoH, it's just going to take time. But anyways.
This is the story of my belf mage-or well, the slightly skewed version-I play on WoW. Here's your basic plot info:
Zara is a Red with the powers of a Black who flees in fear of her broodmates and fellow dragons. She ends up in Eversong Woods, where she falls from the sky, exhausted from flying, and crashes to the ground. When she awakes, she remembers nothing but a fragment of her name, 'Zara'. A Blood Elf merchant named Zalle (the regeant vendor in The Bazaar) finds her wandering about in her humanoid (blood elf-like) form and takes her to Silvermoon, saying that she is her sister and bringing her home with her. Zara settles in to her new life, becoming a tailor and living happily with Zalle, even finding love with another merchant, Sathren Azuredawn (general goods vendor in the same building as Zalle) and becoming betrothed. However, in the night, their shop is burned to the ground, her sister and husband dying in the blaze. Zara, however, due to her nature, is unharmed by the flames; rather, the fire reawakens her, her memories and knowledge of her abilities and who she is returned to her. After she discovers the fire was no accident, she sets off to find her family's murderers and find out why they were targeted. She becomes known as an extremely powerful fire mage-though in truth a dragon-mage-but she soon finds out that the foe she seeks is a great one...namely, the Destroyer himself.
Summary: I am called Zarastrasza. I am of the Red Dragonflight, a daughter of the Life-Binder. I am not like my broodmates. My breath is of magma, not fire, and where I walk, life withers, rather than rejuvenating. I am unable to give life, only to drain it. Destruction, not preservation, is my art. I am called Zarastrasza. I am a Red with the powers of a Black. And I fear for my life.
Thump-thump.
Fear. The sensation of every single nerve ending in your body being absolutely alive, alive like the lightning that speared storm-darkened skies. The feeling of pure, undiluted power arcing in every muscle and pore, so much wild tension that, by all rights, it seems your body ought to be aglow. An incredible rush thrumming in your blood, making it boil, making it sing.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
The feeling that all that raw energy is frozen in place, immobile, just like the rest of you. The feeling that every fiber of your being is aching to move, to flee, but unable to do , unthinking, imprisoned; but inside, screaming. Such warring, conflicting entities raging within, thrashing about inside you, choking you, making your head spin and your stomach churn, cutting off all coherent thought; obliterating all rational and logic and letting instinct run free in its place.
Thu-thump., Thu-thump.
Fear. Terror.
Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump.
In me, it howled.
Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump.
I was deaf to the ferocious roar just above me. Blind to the looming behemoth, so large it's shadow cast night where the shining sun above should have wrought day. Unfeeling of the heat of the scorching flames that blistered my skin or the gigantic claws tearing into my flesh.
Thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump.
The fear overrode it all. My mind was white noise, a high pitched hum the only thing remaining, any memories or faces I could hold close for comfort destroyed in the nothingness.
Thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump, thu-thu-thump.
The bleakness shattered. My world went black.
Pale green eyes, shining dimly, blinked open in darkness, casting high, elegantly chiseled cheekbones and proud, arched brows in a feeble glow. The slightly shimmering orbs flicked about torpidly, left, then right, giving but a cursory glance around the obscured room.
Their owner's body was tense were it lay, their chest falling up and down in rapid, shallow breathes, their skin slick with cold sweat. Still though, those eyes did not seem panicked, or frantic; they were calm, and tired. Extremely tired, it was apparent, as they made their rounds about every visible nook and cranny.
Perhaps, perhaps, they were tired of searching.
I raised a hand to my face, draping it over my eyes as I waited for my heartbeat to slow. It seemed that no matter how often this occurred, how so unfortunately accustomed my mind was to this, my body would always react in this way; as if this were the first time I was utterly terrified by my dreams.
It had become normalcy, that fear. One of the only two constants in these nightmares. The other was the enormous creature; always, it was what came for me, in that twisted plane of nether.
Always, it was what slew me.
I sighed through my nose, sitting up and slipping out of my bed, pushing aside my translucent, royal blue spidersilk drapery as I did so, marveling as I always did at the seamless, flowing texture of the fabric.
Mindful to be quiet so that I did not wake Zalle, I swiftly flitted downstairs and went to the window, searching for any light on the horizon. However, I was met with the deep darkness of night, the benevolent, accursed moon illuminating a few of Silvermoon's talletst spires.
Blasted dreams. This was an unholy hour of the night to be awake at! But nonetheless, I was very much awake, as I always was after one of those horrid fantasies.
Hissing quietly under my breath, I walked to the door, cracked it open without a sound, and slipped outside, not bothering to take a shawl or cloak; I was never cold, never. Zalle called me her own personal campfire.
I smiled at the thought. Simply thinking of my elder sister dispersed any lingering resentment or disquiet, leaving me to ponder my nightly terrors as I often did, wondering at their meaning as I walked.
The creamy cobblestone streets held a thin layer of frost, and though I was barefoot, I went unbothered by it. Instead, I began scraping random patterns and symbols that floated at the edges of my mind on the stone with the tips of my toes, unquestioning of their origin.
Soon though, the sound of footsteps and long robes brushing the ground signaled the approach of a patrolling guard. Unwilling to explain my presence, I turned around and began pacing back to the shop, already running through a mental checklist of the orders I had for the day; a red woolen shirt, a pair of linen pants, a plain dress, three belts, one pair of cloth shoes…
The wordless inventory continued as I made my way up the short flight of steps to our home, grasping the door handle and moving to open it. I paused, however, to cast a last glance up at the skyline. Barely there, on the farthest edges of the horizon, frayed and so very weak it seemed a trick of the eyes, soft morning light twinkled. I smiled softly, oddly struck by the gorgeous contrast of dark and light. For a moment, I watched.
And then, I turned away, and went inside, shutting the door firmly behind me.
Please, reveiw! They let me know how I can improve my writing and what people think of the story. I can't express enough how much a simple 'Great job! Can't wait for next chapter!' will do for me. I'm shamelessly begging you here, darlings. /3