Chapter one.
Prelude.
The earth was stone hard and cold. Snow flakes where falling ever so quietly from the sky, all the signs of an upcoming winter was showing the clan's capital. It was dawn when a baby's cry could be heard throughout the clan's village, it was no other than the leaders child, Ayla windwalker, who had given birth. Every citizen of the clan turned their head toward the leaders big tent, normally the father of the child would be waiting outside anxiously to see their new born. But newly born child had no father, he had died nearly 2 months before the birth. Outside waiting was the child's grandfather, Creb, he was anxious. It had been a long night for him, the birth had been hard and it had not been sure if either the mother or the baby would survive. His head turned toward the tent opening as the clan's medicin woman walked out with a big bundle of blankets, you could see a little face sticking trough the bundle. Creb's snapped for air and walked over to the medicing woman, who handed him the child. He looked down at the face discovering some well known blue eyes, that the child's mother also had. He looked up at the woman nearly too afraid to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since she stepped outside of his tent.
"Ayla, how is she, is she okay?" he asked her. The medicin woman, known as Ayda, looked down and shook her head.
"She will be walking with the motherwolf now Creb." she told him. The old man stopped breathing for a while. The feeling inside his heart was nearly too much to bear for him. No parent want their child to die before them, he looked down at the child in his hands, tears rolling down from his eyes.
"the child is motherless and fatherless then, it will forever bear the grief of not knowing the love of it's mother. Or to be brave like it's father." the grief the old leader felt, was probably the one who talked the words, but no one would ever know. Ayda gave Creb a weak smile.
"before she died she whispered the name of her child, it is a girl creb, and she told me that the motherwolf want her to be named Ayla. Ayla wolfwhisper." Creb looked up at Ayda then down at his granddaugther. Everybody knew that if the motherwolf have told the mother her child's name, then the motherwolf had a plan for that child. And the child would not have a normal life. The old man sighed and handed his grandchild back to the medicin woman.
"So be it, Ayla Wolfwhisper is her name. Fetch the Mog'ur so we can have her named by the end of this day."
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And that is the tragic birth of Ayla Wolfwhisper, daughter of Ayla Windwalker and Thorin Oakenshield. She was born into the klan of the wolfspirit. A klan from old times that had survived throughout the years. They used to only speak one language, signs and short words. But now they have learned the language of other people of their land, and is living as equals beside them. As Ayla grew up she learned to hate the monsters who killed her father, and mourn the loss of her mother. She was a good fighter using the skills of the klan, but she also used the magic of the nature as her mother did. As the years passed her grandfather, Creb, died and her uncle, Broud, took over as leader of the klan. He shed no love for his niece, if anything he hated her for being the offspring of someone outside the klan.
At a age of 17 he forced her and some of the klans warriors to cross the walls to another civilization to find food for the klan. Ayla, being a faithful warrior of her klan, did as the leader commanded. Only to get caught by a mad king in this different world across the wall. She stayed there for a year as the klan sailed across the sea to a new world called Azeroth, here they made new allies trying to help their warriors out of the mad king's claws. But they had travelled into a world in war, a war between the Alliance and the Horde. Broud gave a promise to the alliance of loyalty, which the king of the alliance accepted. Broud then begged for help to his warriors, but this needed the help of the alliance's enemy, the horde. The clans leader, Broud, promised the Horde's leader a price for his help with the alliance to save the people of the clan captured by the mad king. He promised him Ayla Wolfwhisper. Many would say that this is something the Hordes warchief, Garrosh Hellscream, would laugh at and decline. He hates humans with a passion. But his people had a prophecy written down and passed on by elders, a prophecy speaking of a girl of wolves which child would bring the orc's victory. And this girl of the wolves will bring salvations to the Horde's problems and will bow the nature into a victory to the people of the horde. This girl was supposedly Ayla Wolfwhisper. And Garrosh would not let this chance past. He accepted to the alliance surprise, but he stated that it was only for this one time. Both parts agreed and drove off to, what the clan calls The Old World, to save the clan member and Ayla.
Our story begins after the war, when the warriors has taken the mad kings capital and has asked for the clan members. Our story begins when Ayla is going to meet her mate.
Okay so this is an story idea I've been cooking on inside of my head for quite a while. I hope you'll like it :)
comments always makes me happy and makes me want to go on :)