A/N: Welcome to my first story and, ironically, the first episode of my epic saga, Sin'dorei. All characters except Bakthar and Nagrama are true npcs. I do not own World of Warcraft or ANYTHING associated with it except my own account. I do however own a writers liscence. :P PLEASE crituque this!! Especially lore buffs! ESPECIALLY people who play Blood Elf Death Knights! Characters that aren't shown much love here are going to be fleshed out in later episodes, and character personalities are not for debate. That said, ENJOY!
Sin'dorei
Episode 1
Ruin! Prelude to War!
Prologue
Almost all sentient civilizations know my misbegotten race's stories, near extinction, slaughters, and exile to name a few. Few, however, know my story, a story of bravery, of compassion, and bitter betrayals, but a little back-story is in order. I grew up as the son of a prominent highborne elf named Kul'huran Rommath, so yes, the grand magister is my little brother. I never knew it until after we were exiled, but my mother was the woman who almost brought destruction to our noble land, Lady Aszhara. When I was 100, a year before the destruction of the Well of Eternity, Lady Aszhara took me under her wing as her own apprentice of magic, and during those 11 months, I learned everything I could from my mother before she was sucked into the bottomless ocean, to be turned into the creatures I loathe, but have some respect for, Naga. When we finally arrived at a site that we determined was suitable, Dath'remar, our new king, poured a vial of water straight from our old source of magic into a small pond on an island north of our new capital and it brought us new powers, the power of the sun. Dath'remar, in his fit of brilliance brought on by these new powers, names the new Well of Eternity the Sunwell, and we named our capital Silvermoon, a fitting tribute to our old, yet outdated ways. We survived 10,000 more years without fear; the local trolls were child's play, and our only real problems were political, the Alliance namely.
During the events of the Third War, the Lich King's chosen champion, Arthas Menithil, the first of the horrid Death Knights, tried to bludgeon his way into the grove of the Sunwell. Seventeen magisters gathered as Arthas slammed through the first Elfgate, and we planned for the imminent attack on our lifeblood, the Sunwell. My younger brother was the head of the emergency council and he suggested a staggered magister defense, with my brother and me in charge of the final defense. We stationed 40 of our best warriors at the gates to the grove, and my brother and I called upon our frost magic and summoned 2 Ice Golem sentries each. My brother teleported after to Dalaran to warn the Prince of the invasion and bring more magister aid. About that time, Arthas broke into the capital, slaying all in his way. He finally made his way into the grove, and attacked me and my four sentries. I awoke years later, a new dawn had risen on the world, and my killer's days were finally and eternally numbered……