Prologue
Inspired by my dear friend Rooietroll who has her own fan-fictionaccount, I started writing.
She wrote several stories about her World of Warcraft characters which are cunning, touching and a lot of fun to read.
I love reading and I love writing myself, though I am not strong in both. Especially writing in a foreign language I find difficult. Nonetheless it doesn't hold me back. I leave it up to you, the reader, to judge.
Please feel free to comment on my story and criticism is welcome as long as it is something I can actually do something with or learn from.
Rooietroll and I both play World of Warcraft and we even play together. She plays a male troll rogue and I a female undead warlock. This story is about how our two characters met, got to know each other and how they parted.
I am planning to write several chapters and as it is going now, it will be a long long story. So keep on reading and enjoy!
Read how Greetje is ripped between two different worlds, struggling to find her own place in time and the ranks of the Forsaken. How she tries to get back in to grace with the Dark Lady and how Hazajin gets sucked into the misery that surrounds the undead Warlock.
All she wanted is to get home, but she seems to get more lost with each step.
The story takes place in the World of Warcraft universe and all characters used are property of Blizzard. I simply gave it a twist of my own.
I want to thank my friend Rooietroll for believing in me and for lighting the spark to write myself.
And my boyfriend for being critical, honest and motivating.
Enjoy!
Sistersong
Chapter 1, Work in the morning
Slowly Greetje opened her hands and stretched her fingers to let the blood flow again. The swollen flesh had turned deep darkpurple and her hand was throbbing with the same rhythm as her heart. Yellowish white stripes marked where the heavy buckets had pressed deep in her grasp.
She looked at her hands and sniffed disapprovingly. While she turned them in front of her to give them a thorough inspection, the bright morning sun did not leave no room for secrets. Her hands were nothing like the graceful soft beauties she got complimented on so many times. Hard labor had ruined her hands with callus, blisters and scars.
With the returning of feeling in her hands also came the memories of the many changes that had rapidly turned her life upside down.
Ever since her mother became ill her quiet secure and blooming life as a student of Dalaran University was put on hold. She was a promising student with a natural talent for learning and she excelled in science and chemistry. Even in magic the patience and determination paid off with high grades.
Her mother was so proud that her oldest daughter was to follow in her footsteps. Greetje tried to push away the big lump of sorrow that tried to make its way up through her chest. She grasped her chest. Hoping she could stop it of reaching her mind, making her relive the pain and shame she have been fighting against for so long.
Greetje released the knot of her backpack to let the bundle of wet, just washed, clothes fall gently on the grass. While she made sure none of the cloth touch the ground, her shoulders and back celebrated their regained freedom with a tinkling sensation. Her entire body was acking.
With a big groan of relieve she sat down. The sounds of the forest surrounding the open spot where soothing. Nature was awakening with the wind dancing through the leafs and birds singing their timid morning songs.
Greetje took a deep breath. She always enjoyed the brief moments alone on this open spot. She wasn't allowed a break yet, but she had been working long before sunrise and now the sun hadn't shake off its red morning coat. She was ahead of schedule Greetje realized. Grateful with today's progress she smiled pleased at the sun and it answered with a warm beam on her face. She leaned back and watched how the clouds gently drifted by. Her surrounding filled her with serenity. The fresh grass tickled her skin while a soft breeze cooled her painful limbs like motherly kisses. Just for a moment she felt completely at peace. Greetje closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to wonder off.
Memories of her mother filled her head. Her mother was a thin, tall, beautiful woman, with a radiant smile and iceblue eyes you could lose yourself in. But it was her grace and majestic movement together with her soft though powerful voice that made raging bloodlust orc bend their knees. Greetjes father always talked with heartwarming pride and love about her mother. Especially about how she choose him over a fast number of men from here and yonder whom came to court her. And she had many admirers her father told her. She had chosen him, a hard working woodcutter. Her father was a robust strong men with simple dreams, from a simple family. He knew he had been blessed with more then he deserved. Or maybe even more then he could handle.
Her mother on the other hand was from a high standing family that had come to court. It was only logical that her mother was a powerful Mage of Dalaran as her ancestors had been before her, but she had left the order.
Her mother had refused to talk about her past and even got angry when Greetje dared to ask again. But is was the grieve in her mother's eyes that made Greetje stop asking.
Her mother had been caring and loving to Greetje and her much younger sister Fluweel, but it took some real effort to remember her smiling. In fact Greetje remembered her mother as sad mostly. She was surrounded with an aura of depression. Nonetheless Greetje loved her mother with all her heart and she missed her even more each passing day. Her father broke when all the misery stroke their humble family.
Her father adored her mother with a saint like admiration.
He was not good with the "female feelings" has he called it, but he stood by her mother's sorrows no matter what. He worked hard to please his wife.
Greetje sighed at the painful memories that rapidly followed each other. She felt responsible for her mother's sadness, though her mother fiercely denied it. It didn't take a brainiac to figure out what happened . Her mother had become pregnant with Greetje at a young age and instead of getting rid of it she married her father. A marriage far below her standards. She had to resign from her prestige position as a mage at court. It was a great honor to be a mage and advisor at the kings court, especially at her age. It wasn't taken lightly that she discarded the position. She had to trade in her beautiful decorated chambers in the castle for a one room cottage. She was forbidden ever to practice magic as a mage again. Banned from court and discarded by her family and friends she stared a new life as woodcutters wife. Her father told her they never been so happy and when she was born their lifes where complete and perfect. But Greetje couldn't remember her mother happy. It was fault her mother had to drop everything she had.
Sometimes, Greetje wished she never was born so her mother could have stayed at court.
It was guilt that drove Greetje t apply to the university. She wanted her mother to be proud and happy for her more than anything. Maybe becoming a mage like she was would. Thanks to an old friend of her mother, Greetje was allowed to do the entry exams. It was rare that a common peasant girl like her would even be allowed near a mage, let alone become one. Apparently her mother hadn't lost all her old connections. Greetje glowed of joy when her mother told her what she arranged for her daughter. Something happened that day and when the examinator told her she past with surprisingly good results, something started to burn in her chest. A spark of desire. An excitement was born: she wanted to become a mage. The best mage of Azaroth would know, even better then Kadghar and just for herself. It was the first time she really wanted something for herself.
The intellectual challenges, the hard studying, the usage of her mind and the warm exciting rush after succeeding a test, was like food to her. She devoured all the knowledge she got hold on. The hunger for more couldn't be satisfied.
Her teachers showered her with compliments and she was a member of the excluded preferred students diner club which only the best where invited for. A bright and promising future laid before her.
That was till her mother became ill.
The day the letter of her father came was the day everything went dark. Her bright future would grow darker than a Shadowmaw panther of Stranglethorn valley. She knew it right away. She knew it before she even opened the letter. Greetje had to use all her patience and wits to make her father want to learn to write and read, only to find he refused to take it to practice. If he had taken the effort to write a letter it had to be a matter of life or death. And that it was, a matter of life and death.
Her mom had caught a strange illness no medic seem to have seen before. She was dying. With grate shame and utter disappointment of her schoolmasters, she took a sabbatical and went home. She never set foot in Dalaran again.
Taking care of her mother had drained the already poor recourses of the family. Her father worked crazy hours and when he had a brief moment to breath he stayed at her bedside.
It was that image that made Greetje traded her future as powerful mage for any job she could get. She sewed cloths, she taught children and scrubbed floors of the castle her mother once lived. She even, with great shame and self-loathing, performed minor magic tricks to entertain the customers of Gallow's End Tavern. In these troubled times it was hard to keep a job, even for Greetje who took every job as serious as she had taken her education serious. She did not complain and she kept her spirit high for the sake of her family. But it wasn't enough to coffer it all. Priest barely had time these days as more habitants seem to suffer from the same illness as her mother. And if they had time, they knew nothing they could do besides helping her with the pain. Throuble was brewing in the kingdom. You could feel a dark omen thicken the air. People were getting restless, they felt abandoned by their leaders. The castle was shut for the common people and you could only entire after a thorough inspection. The authorities however ensured the good people that nothing was wrong and denied any rumor. But is the rumors of a dark wizard gathering a fast army weren't true, why did prince Arthas leave with a delegation of paladins of the Silver Hand? They would ride in such a hurry with no reason? Greetje didn't concerned herself with local politics. She had already enough on her mind. The lawful and faithful had followed Arthas or answered the call to arms of the Kings army, leaving the wicked and thieves to exploit the scared people of Tirisfall. And that turned out expensive.
Her father took any pronounced miracle cure or salvation in blind despair, regardless the cost. Payday followed soon.
So when the Agamand family announced they were looking for a farmhelp she applied as fast as she could. The Agamand family where known for their arrogance and hard work mentality, but they paid good. Greetje was accepted, though not without a long list of comments by misses Agamand. Misses Nissa Agamand ruled her household with an iron fist and Greetje was the newest disappointed that joined her ranks. She felt unwanted and frowned upon she, but still took the opportunity with both hands. And those hands were hurting a lot now.
Greetje opened her eyes slowly. She blinked as a bright sunbeam had fought its way through the think leafs of the trees and shined directly on her face. It felt surprisingly warm on her face. It was in fact very warm for this time of year. In the north warm weather was as scares as golden crowns.
Greetje looked around her. The forest was awake now, but the grass was still wet with morning dew. The big bundle of cloth next to her had small river of water that slithered downhill like watery snake. She could see the clear blue sky reflected in the two buckets of water. Today would give no rain she thought. That would mean she could hang the cloths to dry outside instead of having to prepare the attic first. And with the progress she had made already, she might have an hour for herself later on.
Greetje stood up, ignoring the painspikes that went through her legs. She stretched as far as she could and took a deep long breath, as she stood that with her harms wide spread.
Yes, today she will have no problems, not even with misses Agamand.
But she better hurry back.
She didn't want to spoil her luck and upset the misses.
