In a world where magic coexisted with poverty and famine, in a place where death was never the end, heroes rose from ashes and fought for their freedom- under the Alliance, Horde or even worse, the Lich King.
As every young future hope of every city, village and town became of age, they were all sorted into 10 different classes: warriors, paladins, hunters, rogues, priests, shaman, mages, warlocks and druids. There were also the lower class people who never saw the war their gifted friends had to go to. They were simple people, farmed and built houses. They were the heart of the world, the ones needed to be protected, and the ones wars were fought for.
This story though, begins in a small village called Northshire in the depths of Elwynn forest where four young humans had just reached the age of 18 and had to be sorted into classes. The oldest was Joe, a fine muscular boy who had been 18 for almost 3 moons now, then came Ulof, a lonely boy who had spent almost all his life reading books and memorizing spells, Tessa- a beautiful and athletic girl who had had a sword for many years now and the youngest was Zacklrina- just an ordinary daughter of two farmers who had worked on the fields as long as she could remember. Before them stood Northshire's only mage Hectrix. The four of them were all in nice clean clothes and stood straightly before the mage, to show their desperation of wanting to be a hero.
The old man's hair was barely visible, ancient and gray. His legs and arms were shaking as he sat down on a wooden chair. "I foresee 3 great heroes coming from this year's choosing."
Joe and Tessa sneered at Zacklrina, knowing that she was the one to remain a farm girl for the rest of her life. She had no high expectations of this ritual but deep inside always longed to be something more than a farmer.
"Tessa Highburg, come before me," coughed the mage.
Tessa's face was more evil than anything Hectrix had seen before. "The Gods tell me you are to be named a rogue. You will be great in melee damage and fight in many, many wars."
This had been no surprise for any of them but Tessa seemed to be a little baffled. Maybe it was the secret wish of becoming a warrior.
"Ulof, the one without a father…" continued the mage, "the tides will be out of order and the Kings need more people like you. A mage you shall be, by the power I hold in me."
Ulof had known magic since 5 and had foreseen his life path therefore he thanked the old mage and went back to stand with his comrades without making a big deal about his prediction.
Now Joe and Zacklrina were the last two remaining. Joe had no chance of losing this game to the farmer girl and spit on her shirt. "You don't even deserve to be a farmer!" he pointed out. "This one can't even carry a bucket of water!"
Zacklrina stepped away from the big guy and looked down and her stained shirt. Her mother had made this from precious linen cloth just for this ritual. Linen cloth was hard to come by in her family. She sighed knowing that between her and Joe, he would definitely be the third worthy enough to become a great hero of Azeroth.
"True," Hectrix mumbled… "But you can."
Everyone was a little bit confused.
"Joe, son of the great Chief Rockwood, I name you Northshire's Chief of food and buildings."
"Excuse, but what in the name of Gods is this?" the great Chief Rockwood rose from his chair a little further away from the ritual. "I've been training him in the ways of the warrior for years, this cannot be true!"
Young Joe was drowning in disappointment and humility as well as boiling with fear."So you mean that Zacklrina here is becoming a warrior? Instead of me?!" he shouted at the old man.
Hectrix stood up from the chair and looked Zacklrina in the eye. "Joe, Northshire will fall to the darkness of Deathwing if we don't have a good leader. And no, Zacklrina won't become a warrior. As you said, she is too weak. Therefore she will concentrate on being a hunter. A real hunter's bow is as light as a feather, as swift as a Stormwind gryphon and as silent as death itself. You will feel pain and you will suffer. But for the sake of this broken world, this is the path that's chosen for you by the Gods."
For a moment Zacklrina had considered this a dream. She heard her parents' faint cheering and crying from behind and saw the warm smile of the mage. In a couple of seconds her life as a farmer had become a life as a hunter.
"Listen up, dear people of Northshire!" called Hectrix. "I will give Tessa the knives of blood for her long lonesome journey to her new guild Blood-Brothers, where other rogues will teach her the right ways. Ulof will stay with me as for I am the greatest mage in these forests and know a little about magic so I will get him started. But Zacklrina, the path you have before you is the longest. You must travel to the capital of the Alliance, Stormwind and obtain a pet. If you earn enough money, buy a horse. Your destination is in the Arathi Highlands, 3 regions from here. You will all start your journeys today but make sure to visit your class trainer first…"
Everyone was still a little shocked by Zacklrina's achievement.
"Hurry now! The evil does not wait!" Hectrix commanded.
Before Zacklrina could think of anything her family was around her, hugging and congratulating. Her mother was crying but they weren't tears of happiness. Her father was proud, a tear in his eye. Her younger twin brothers, 12, were jumping up and down mimicking archery and the youngest, the 5-year-old Bella was just smiling and hugging her leg.
"I will hurry home and make everything ready for you," her mother cried and hugged her.
"Mother, please…"
As her mother hurried home, her father put his hand on her shoulder. "You have no idea how proud I am," he smiled. "Promise to return someday and tell us how you shot an arrow into the Lich King!"
They both laughed. Everyone laughed. But this time out of happiness.
