Chapter 1
"Anessia..."
The voices lulled her from her sleep. She was peaceful, therefore, all was peaceful. She urged her eyes open, fixing them on a pendent beside her bed. Her mother's prized necklace, given to her as a young child when she passed. Her mother was a priest, and a skilled one by any meaning of the term. The pendent had a golden chain leading down to a white stone set into a gold casting. The stone seemed to glow, giving off a warm, loving feeling, it was much like her mother was there with her.
"Anessia..."
The voice again, it sounded louder and more urgent. She glanced over to her door, which was now being beat upon. BANG, BANG, BANG.
"ANESSIA!"
The half elf shot up out of her bed, finally realizing what was going on. A hand instinctively grasping the pendent, it was always the first thing she did when she woke, grabbed her mother's prized possession. She swung her feet out over the side of her bed, and ran to the door, swinging it open. One of the servants of her family stood there, panicking. "Miss Anessia, the scourge are coming, we have to go," she said grabbing the girl's arm and dragging her without protest down the stairs and out the door.
The 'S' word. Scourge. It hit her like a mace to the side of the head, it chilled her bones to ice. Anessia couldn't help but look at the necklace dangling in her hand. Were it not for the Scourge, she would not have this, it would still hang proudly around her mother's neck. A surge of grief flowed through her, but somehow, she pushed herself back into reality.
She was being pushed toward the stables, still in her long white nightgown, feet bare. Her father was entering from the left, adorned in leather armor, much more ready for riding then she was. His hair was the color of salt and pepper, and cropped short. His eyes were the color of a tree's bark, surrounded with lines proving his wisdom. His face was worn, from many years of battle, and a part of it had a hint of grief that never wore away. It was only natural, since he had lost his wife, and the mother of his only child. "Anessia," he stopped for a moment, tilting his head down to look at his daughter. "We have to leave, now." Surely, she knew that already, but he felt the need to outline it.
The man couldn't help but notice how much the girl resembled her mother. Though she shared half the blood of each. He was a human, his passed wife, a high elf, making his daughter a half elf. Anessia had her mother's face and hair. She had high cheekbones, curving down into a soft chin and thin neck. Her body was slender and slight, she stood no taller than 5 feet, and weighed no more than 115 pounds. Her hair was white-blond, the same as her mother, and fell to her mid-back. It framed her face like a veil, but the one thing that stood out were her eyes, his gift to her. They were the color of chocolate, only a shade darker than his own. He was proud of his daughter, she had already become a fine woman at the young age of 21.
He removed his cloak and handed it to her, "You will follow Thereon Cloudmore, he will lead you to safety."
"And you father?" Her voice was like chimes in the wind. She gripped his cloak, hoping he would not leave her. She had lost her mother, she could not bear to loose him too.
"I will go and create a diversion," he held up a hand to stop the argument she was readying, "I will have none of that Anessia, I will go either way." He ignored her distraught look, and reached out, stroking the back of her hair in a fatherly fashion. "Animus, courage my daughter." He then set a kiss on her forehead.
"Decerte adversa," he whispered, "We will fight to the death against all enemies."
And with that, the young woman was put on a horse, only to look behind her, and clutch the pendent ever tighter. "Animus Father."
This is my first story based on WoW, and my first to be published on here.
Sorry about the shortness, there's not much to say in this chapter, I promise it will get better too. Lol.
Please read and review, and feel free to give me any ideas for the story. :D
