Disclaimer - I will only state this once, I do not in any way shape or form work for blizzard, wish I did though, but only created a character around there pre-set lore and time lines! Now, please enjoy, and comment. I am still new to turning RP and events into writing and would like any help possible. Thank you.

Chapter One

The Falling

The healing ward of Lordaeron was much like the rest of the city, bright white marble that seemed to glow a gentle golden color due to the afternoon light drifting through glass windows. Inside, the brilliant sapphire banners flowed over the stone, making the whites and gold even brighter against the vibrant color. The woman that moved about the room was elder, peppered hair framed a gentle slightly withered face, with warm earth brown eyes watching every movement in the room. Around her, pupils of all ages and looks sat about open books, reading rapidly, there fingers dancing across the page as there mouths moved just as fast. Every now and then a small flash of light would dance across a students hands from there learning. It was when the woman stopped to watch a young woman that the glow did not stop, but only turned brighter the faster she read.

"Very good Rozial!" the woman's voice was soothing, like honey, sweet and enveloping you almost instantly. The girl looked up as the light slowly faded, her grin went from ear to ear as she stared up with clear blue eyes. Her eyes were that rich blue the sky was right before sunset, something so very innocent and pure sat there.

"Thank you sister! I hope I'm excelling well enough to be of help with everything..." She nodded firmly now as she looked back to her book and the woman's smile faltered remembering why she was teaching so many so quickly. With the war against the scourge and legion raging, the armies needed healers as fast as they could be put out. The eldest in her glass was barley twenty, and already considered a paladin of the order, though he lacked the skills as a healer and was sent to her for training. To soon would those she was training leave for the lines. It made her heart, and eyes heavy to think of such.

"Milady Lilith..." Rozial's voice was soft and warming as she was suddenly in front of the priestess. "What ails you?"

"Just thinking and praying for those who left us last month, and those would will leave us again soon."

Rozial's hand slid into hers giving it a gentle squeeze, and that small smile that could warm anyone's heart. She was so trusting, so faithful so devout, there was not a ray of doubt in the girls soul or mind as she stared up at the sister now.

"Have faith..." She began to say before the large wooden doors burst open to a silver plated guard rushing through, almost stumbling over his own feet in his haste. He knelt before them, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Rozial was away in a instant, fetching a pitcher and glass of water and running back to them as the sister knelt by the man.

"Lad, catch your breath then tell us what the rush is for." She placed a hand on the shiny armor that had never seen real battle. His eyes looked up at her, dancing with tears.

"Priestess, we need you and all your students to help mend the incoming troops, the prince is home."

"The prince.." Her words were barely a horse whisper over the sudden quiet.

"Yes, the prince has come home."

The streets were teaming with people rushing about to greet the troops returning home. Flower venders rushed around making leis to place around knights necks, and that of there mounts. Cooks rushed around making anything you could eat by hand to sell to the crowds. You could see young maidens grooming over themselves, hoping to find a handsome veteran to take them on as there wife. One young priestess in training raced down the streets away from the celebration, her smile wide as she ran as fast as her feet could carry her, weaving in and out of wagons and people. She slowed as she reached a alleyway and started down it. The alley turned into another, this one darker before she hit something hard and fell back. Her muffled cry was overshadowed by the cheering of people through the city. The little blonde looked up, her lips forming a small 'O' shape at the site of the warriors in the alley way. Her feet pushing her away before standing as they watched her. She bowed at them before two rushed off down the alley behind her and toward the main street.

"I am most sorry, I was not looking where I was.." She began before a woman's voice sliced through the tension like a knife, it was just as sharp and cold.

"You a priest."

"I'm training under milady..." Rozial barely got a word in before the man beside the woman grunted with a swift nod.

"Gather your family and any who will listen priest, and heed our words or die here. Bring what you can carry, and those who will follow to the outer trade quarters in fifteen minutes time."

"Why?" Her voice shook enough to have the woman look at her. Under the deep hood of her cloak you could see eyes that radiated a brilliant blue, as if they captured storms deep in there, and lightning illuminated them. The face was young, but stern, wisps of golden hair fell across her face as her full lips were pursed tight. Rozial's mind raced at why such a woman would be..

"That is not the prince you know, he rides with the scourge and is marching in as we speak. Go, or else you'll become like the rest of his fallen troops!" she snapped. Rozial's entire body tensed like that of a rabbit in front of it's hunter. Her muscles and mind screamed for her to flee as she just stared at the woman. Her mouth opened slightly.

"Go!" The man roared now and she was off. The alley blurred past as her mind raced to catch up. Who were they, why was she listening. Was it the power in both there words. She felt it off the woman instantly, the hazy aura she felt in the church, or around the paladins. But the man, she felt nothing till he opened his mouth and it was suffocating, almost as it a metaphysical hand of power was choking her without realizing it. Rozial slid to a stop realizing she nearly past her own home before bursting in.

"Rozial, hurry the prince..." her mother giggled as she held out a few gowns. "What should I wear!"

"Nothing, we need to hurry!" The girls hands moved frantically, emptying the basket her mother had kerchiefs in, grabbing for food and the like and throwing it in.

"Rozial, what in all the kingdoms has gotten into you!" The woman was bubbly, her dirty blond hair falling in curls around her shoulders and across her plump chest.

"That's not the prince, that's the scourge!" rozial managed to get out as she filled water skeins.

"Your crazy Rozzy." A elder man chuckled walking in, her father was older, his gray here clipped short as his skin was tanned with little crinkle lines at the corner of his eyes and mouth from smiling far to much. He was not a hard worker, but a number pusher, a man of words. He was a merchant who's family had lived very well within the kingdom for a long time. He was very proud of his heritage as well.

"Please, believe me.."

"Roz.." her mother giggled as she picked up the large block of cheese from the basket. "You worry..." The door slammed open again as the entire family jumped looking up to see a armor clad figure there.

"Uncle!" Rozial gasped rushing up to him.

"Get out of the city, you..."

"I was told, they wont listen!" she cried now, tears were flowing down her face as the armor clad man whipped of his helmet and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Rozial, you knew."

"I was told, and... and.." she managed between sniffles. She refused to let them down.

"I've got a small group of people outside that will listen and follow you. You're the only one among them that's seen what war can do."

"But I've never left the.."

"You know more then they do Rozial. You need to get them out of the city." He pulled a necklace off and placed it around her neck. The amber and golden sun staring brightly from her white robes. Clinking against that was the insignia and ring of a knight of Lordaeron, her grandfathers. The strawberry blond knight looked down at his niece with a smile.

"But you.."

"Will do as I must. The light will prevail against these foul beasts Rozial. Have faith." He nodded grabbing his helm.

"How..."

"I'll send word soon as we've secured the city and you can come home!" He headed out of the house now as she followed after him shaking, clutching at the necklace as if it was life itself. Rozial looked them over as they clung to what little they could carry. Moments later her parents came out at her back.

"Where are we going?"

"Lower trade quarter." was all she managed to get out before she took off at a jog, the others following.