Whisperwind

By Laundrin Reatin a.k.a. Shandris Albatross

Chapter 1: Ashenvale and the Mystery

Epilogue

Within the secret chambers of Hyjal, A Dark History looms closer. The torches burn out. A tremendous roar surfaces up into the upper world, unknown to the dark spirits chained beneath the world. Footsteps can be heard , crescending with every step. With the aid of something- or someone, the Dark Spirits arise once more to rule the world.

I am lying down home alone on my bed doing my terrible MATH homework (don't make me think about it). Then, for a while I think about how the day could have gone worse - or

better? Okay, the long story! First mistake, break-up with - may I add disgusting? - Justin.

Flashback--
"Come on, Shandris! I was only-"
"Well, a little late for all that nonsense. See you tomo.. never!"
runs off
"Shandris! But, but-"
Fat hope, boy. Come run after me if you like. You know, you should know I was the champion in the Inter-School Sprinting Competition. Oh, yes, he never remembers anything.
--Flashback fades out--

There I go! My mind is playing tricks on me. Okay back to my worse/good list of events. Second, Mum and Dad get in a big row! Now Dad's gone to Chicago, Mum here left all alone

to cope with everything. I never had the least bit of respect for her ever since I was 9 years, but I do feel a little pity, and also ultra angry towards Dad. How could he leave Mum like

that? Will he ever come back? I don't really know if these questions will be answered… Oh yes, I've got to concentrate on my terrible MATH homework. CONCENTRATE! Set

your mind on it, Shandris! I scold myself. sigh Guess there's no way I can finish this tonight. I don't care if Mr. beer-belly scolds me…

Now let's take a look at my room. First word that comes to my mind, Messy. Yes, yes, things get thrown everywhere; my yesterday's smelly skirt is draping over the computer… I do

get a little - very messy when it comes to being tidy. My vision dragged back to the computer. Aha - not to mention I'm a die-hard Warcraft fan. You guessed it; I'm going to get the computer rocking!

I turn the comp on and wait impatiently in front of the loading screen. "What-ever! Quick, LOAD!" I got the game started and hoped Mum didn't have to burst into my room while I was

having fun - and double the punishment when she discovers I am not doing my homework. So, after a bit of thinking, I decide to turn off the monitor and go to sleep. As I collapse on the

bed I hear a BIG rumble. "Oh, that must be my tummy." I get off the bed and run down the stairs to get the yummy-licious jelly Mum made yesterday. I quickly run down the stairs in

hope to aid my poor, starving tummy. I open the fridge door…

Aaah, yes. Yummy, squishy wobbly jelly. I savour the taste of the wonderful jelly and think, is Mum really that a good cook! Suddenly, without warning, I feel something on my jeans.

This really frightens me. Something that felt slimy, cold and eerie…

I look down and frown disgustingly. A dollop of jelly just plopped onto my jeans! Oh man, this just made it to the 40th event on my list! Time to start worrying how my life will go on like

this…. Oh yes! I haven't turned off my computer! I run up the stairs and step into my room. Yes yes yes! I turn the monitor on and decide I want to replay the Night Elf campaign.

Oops, playing Frozen Throne. "Sentinel Campaign…" I correct myself. Hey, not to mention - bend down and whisper - I don't really like Maiev. And what kind of last name was

Shadowsong?

2 Hours later…..

Okay, I admit it; this is getting a little boring. But hey, the game's good! Maybe something extraordinary will happen tonight… something that will change my boring life forever…

Despite the fact that Mum is out shopping; something she doesn't do most of the time. Especially when Dad is around. Aaargh! I've got to find a way to vent all my anger out!

Thud… thud... thud… thud. Aren't those…. Footsteps? Shandris… don't look. Don't look. The creature lays a hand on my shoulder. At this point I turn around in fright. Standing tall

above me (I was laying on my bed) was some creature with purple skin and white eyes. I didn't know who she was, where she came from or anything, but she was definitely a Night Elf.

"The Sentinels are in need of you again, Sister!" "Huh?" was all I could say. Is Mum a Night Elf? Am I a Night Elf too? Is my "secret" protected even from me? My mind was bursting.

Okay, I think they'll wait 'till later to tell me. I might as well just follow the Night Elf back. I think she is a Priestess of the Moon, judging by her Nightsabre and archer-y looks. So, how

did she get here? Could she have… like, jumped out of the computer or something? Was my computer a magical portal or something? Hmm……

Question answered. I jumped onto her Nightsabre with her and it zoomed off into the computer. Where was I? I spied the familiar forest. Ashenvale! I never thought it would be so

pretty in real life! Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I touched the trees that passed, if the Nightsabre slowed down, that is. "Your first time here, Sister Albatross?" Sister Albatross?

When did they learn to call me that! "Um.. Yeah! This place looks so.. So untouched."

She looks at me. "I haven't told you my name, have I?" I shake my head. "Illinois Whisperwind," she said. My, that sounds familiar. Whisperwind? Hey, wait! She must be one of

Tyrande's descendants! I have an uneasy look on my face." What is it, Sister?" "Err.. Nothing." I barely notice it when we stop and Illinois jumps off the Nightsabre. I follow suit. "So,

where are we going?" "To Mount Hyjal, we'll meet up the rest of the Sentinels there." Sentinels. Am I a Sentinel? Until when will I be released from this circle of confusion? "Oh."

I said. We began our steep-but-not-so-steep incline up the Holy Mountain Hyjal.


Strange, I don't feel tired at all when I climb this mountain, not like the ones in the human world. Guess the World of Warcraft isn't that… you know. Stressful. "Ah, yes, here
they are. My dear sisters, meet Sister Albatross." Illinois announced. Everyone sitting on the soft, lush green grass say their welcomes and some pat me on the back. Hmm.. Maybe it is. Life is better here. Maybe It is.

Prologue

Wait, is that Mum? Mum! What is she doing here? Hmph. this calls for some questioning.