"Samanthaa! Get your butt out of bed right now! Momma's getting impatient!"
The blonde-haired woman groaned and got out of bed. The voice kept yelling.
"Samanthaa!"
She turned to her door. "I'm up! Stop yelling! By the light, Trina, somebody would think you were dying!"
Goodness gracious, she is loud. The young woman thought to herself, as she got dressed. The thought made her smile mischievously. I trained her well.
"SAMANTHAA! GET-"
"I'M UP!" she screamed.
Her younger sister's head popped through the doorway. Her face was confused. "I know! Why are you yelling?"
Samanthaa's eyes widened. "That wasn't you?"
"No..."
Instantly, their mother ran in. "Girls, you need to get out of here! Strahnbrad is under attack!"
Samanthaa's mouth dropped.
"By who, momma?" Trina asked.
"I don't know what they are, but they are citizens being raised from the dead."
"What? They disgrace our passed ones?"
"Samanthaa, please stop yelling. They are coming. Get your little sister out of here."
"But, momma-"
"Sammy, just listen! I won't make it out of here alive! And I won't leave your father!"
"DAD!"
"No Samanthaa! He is fine. He can fight..." There was a noise coming from another room.
"No! Sammy! Get Trina out now!" Their mom screeched.
Samanthaa bent down to get her sister. "NO!" Trina screamed, "MOMMA!"
Their mother looked over with a sad smile. "I love you both. Grow up and bring this place honor."
Samanthaa was on the verge of crying, but she had to be strong for Trina. Trina waved back.
Then the two girls ran for their lives.
As the entered the main part of Strahnbrad, Samanthaa set Trina inside a crate.
"Stay." she commanded.
Trina nodded and waited silently.
Samanthaa ran inside the inn- no, what used to be the inn- and grabbed a suitable weapon.
A frying pan.
Seriously? Are there ANY fucking weapons here?
Oh well...
She quickly ran outside to her sister's hiding spot.
"Trina, I want you to listen."
The little girl nodded.
"You remember you training, right?"
"Yes."
"I want you to run to the main path and find anyone. Ask if they can take you to a dock. Here's some gold. Fly, row, swim, I don't care what, to Stormwind."
Trina eyes started filling with tears. "You're not coming?"
Samanthaa shook her head. "I help momma and daddy, ok?"
Trina nodded. Then she pointed behind her older sister and screamed.
Samanthaa turned around and saw a decaying, undead body of one of the fallen guards.
Her eyes darkened with anger. "How DARE you raise these people into monsters!"
In one hit, she killed the... thing... with her badass frying pan.
Trina started giggling. "Why a frying pan?"
Samanthaa rolled her eyes. "Because this damn place has no weapons."
"BAD WORD!"
"Trina..."
"Hm?"
Samanthaa looked over and saw her dad fighting this... thing... made up of dead corpses. It was sewn together and smelled of decaying entrails.
And it saw the two sisters.
"TRINA RUN NOW! DON'T LOOK BACK! RUN, DAMN IT, RUN!" Samantha screamed as she raced towards the creature.
Her father's eyes widened. "Samanthaa! NO!"
Samanthaa started unleashing a fury of attacks (using her frying pan) on the creature while her father snuck up behind it.
Just as soon as it turned around, its head was gone.
"Father we did it! We... father?"
Samanthaa looked over to see that her father was lying on the ground, dying, with a giant gash on his stomach.
"NO! DAD!"
She ran over. He was still breathing, but barely.
"No! Don't leave! I need you! Trina needs you! Dad please!"
He mustered the strength to raise his hand with a necklace in it.
Samanthaa knew what she had to do.
She had to become a paladin. And avenge her home, parents, and childhood.
She was the heir to her family.
BTW her name is spelled right. When I made this character, "Samantha" was already taken. So being the freakin' genius I am, I said "Samanthaa". YAY VICTORY!
Anyway... please read and review with no flames please! PEACE! :)