Forgotten Destiny
hatericeviolence
Warcraft
World of Warcraft
fanfiction
Disclaimer: I fail to own anything relating to the Warcraft franchise. The following is purely a work of fiction.
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In the deep woods of Silverpine Forest was the thriving village of Pyrewood. Miles away from Lordaeron, the inhabitants prepared day and night for the upcoming festival for the annual freedom celebration. The men were out hunting or fishing. Some went out in search of spiders to harvest their silk. Others were picking out the vegetables in the small gardens or heading out the larger farm down the road. While many of the wives and young women were busy preparing game or fixing up the spectacular clothes for the festival. There were few expectations to the work layouts, however.
Andrina Long was one of those exceptions. Born to Benjamin Long, she was nothing special. Her family had constant struggles to stay within a community when she was younger and was forced to move from Quel'Thalas and her family was torn apart. Her and her father moved to the tiny town of Pyrewood where no one questioned anyone.
She sat at the top of the hill near the keep with a young hunter named Damien. He laid back and stared up at the sky as the lite night breeze swept his brown hair out from his face. "Long day today. You didn't do too bad."
Andrina slapped his knee. "Yeah, I did better than you. As always!" She glared over to him as he sat up onto his elbows.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. You and I both know what a terrible hunter you are compared to me!"
"It's because I'm meant to be a warrior! Hunting isn't in my destiny. Protecting is." His eyes studied her as she held her hair down from the breeze so it wouldn't blow. It was something she always did. In the eight teen years that he had known her, she never wore her hair up even though it would be so much easier for her when hunting. "It's almost time to eat. Should we head back?"
Andrina looked down to the village. People were closing up their windows and doors already. The smoke from the chimneys was beginning to dull in color and become lighter in denseness. Could it have been that late? "We could, I guess," her voice dropped below a whisper, "Damien, can I tell you something?"
Damien sat up quickly and moved in towards her, letting their foreheads meet. "What is it?" he asked staring right into her bright green eyes.
"I'm-" she paused. The words that were about to escape her mouth could result in ridicule or respect and with Damien, there was no telling. "I'm going to Lordaeron tomorrow."
Damien raised an eyebrow and moved his head back to examine her face. "Why would you do that?"
"I'm going to get training to become a Paladin-"
"A Paladin? No woman has ever been a Paladin. You won't receive any training. You're not even Priestess material," he bluntly said without a single thought. The only thing registering in his head was that Andrina, his oldest friend, was leaving.
Andrina stood up quickly and threw her bow onto her shoulder. "Thanks for your support. Good night."
He shot up quickly and grabbed onto her. "Andrina, you and I both know that it can't be done-"
"You want to be a warrior and I want to be a Paladin. There is no difference other than that I am going to do what I want. I will be a Paladin whether you believe it or not."
"Of course I believe in you. I just think you should think about this more. You can't just waltz up to the Cathedral of Light and tell them to train you. You have to convince them."
"I've been thinking about it. I will convince them." She moved her hand onto his shoulder. "Come with me. Have them train you as a warrior. We are no hunters. It isn't our destiny," she gazed into his eyes, hoping to convince him but fearing that she would never be able to.
Damien moved his head towards the sky and exhaled roughly. She was there dangling his dream in front of him. She was the encouragement he always needed to do it and now she was encouraging him. "I can't, Andrina. I have my family to support. You know my father isn't doing well after that Naga attack. I have to work twice as hard to put food on the table every day."
"I understand."
He locked eyes with her. "I'm sorry, Andrina. I would. You know I would if I didn't have responsibilities. If I were to go to Loraedan with anyone, it would be you. You know that."
"Promise me something."
"Promise you what?"
"One day," she said, "you will be become a warrior."
He smiled. "Oh, you know it. Now, however," he moved his hand down to the middle of her back and helped her down the incline. "It's time to get food and go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll see you off."
The night was restless for Andrina. She was ready to leave even though she was leaving her father behind. In the recent years since moving out of Quel'Thalas, her father had begun to loose his sanity. She loved him dearly but she blamed him for many things. The list, in her head, would never shorten. At least, that's what she said to herself because she was determined that the handicap he forced upon her would prevent her Paladin training. Plus, because of him and his actions, she would never know her mother. The only thing she knew about her mother was that she was a great ranger. She didn't even know her name or what she looked like.
She walked out onto the small overhanging outside of her window as the wolves cried out in the distance. She stared at the moon and smiled. Tomorrow would be the day that everything would change. Tomorrow her destiny would begin. After, of course, the long trek to Loraedan. It will be worth it, she told herself. It will be worth it to leave everything and everyone behind. I won't have to worry about anyone. Damien will be fine on his own. My father will be fine...if he's not, Damien will do what he can to help.
Before the rooster could scream out that the dawn had rose, Damien came out of his home and walked over to Andrina's. She jumped down from the overhang before he could even pass the fence surrounding the house. "Ready, are we?"
"I have been all my life," she said swinging her pack onto her back. "Thank you for seeing me off."
"I can't let my best friend leave without saying goodbye! That would be a crime!" He grinned and looped his arm around hers and began to walk up the exit of the village. The walk took minutes and yet was silent. The feeling that something was changing was tearing and trying to break apart what little containment there was to prevent any breakdown. "I'll miss you," Damien said, brushing hair out of her face as they stood at the road off the path from Pyrewood.
She grasped onto his hand quickly before he could brush her hair behind her ear. "I know, I'll be back. When I come back, I'll be a great Paladin. Just wait and see."
He smiled and looked down at the ground. "I want to go with you, badly."
"One day."
He nodded and looked up as the sun rose high enough for the town to be waking. "I guess you should get going. Don't forget about us here when you're a big Paladin."
"Never!" She smiled at him and exhaled as calmly as she could. "I'll see you soon, Warrior. Until then, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Paladin. Get going." Quickly, he stole a hug before retreating back to the village. The night had been restless and unforgiving to him. He was plagued with the thought of her leaving. He wanted her to succeed but selfishly, he didn't. He wanted her to stay until he was able to go with her. He wanted to protect her. The idea of her becoming a Paladin was unheard of. Damien was certain that she was going to be sent home. If that were to happen, she wouldn't return. She would be too upset and then he would have to go find her. Damien turned around before reaching Pyrewood Village and stared out to the road. He bit his lip and started to walk back up to the road.
"Damien! Come play with Nexie!" his little sister beamed.
Damien shook his head quickly and tired to get the idea of following her out of his mind. There was too much for him to take care of. He couldn't just leave. "I'm coming, Little J," he said turning his direction back to the village. Good luck, Andrina, he thought.
Author's Note: I recently started playing WoW again. I quit about a year ago and came back to just waste some time. I loved WotLK content and it is the only content I know well. I started at WotLK and ended there (lol). With the new additions to Stormwind and Undercity, I came to realize how much I missed of the original areas but I enjoy being able to see and explore the ruins in depth. So, the idea that I came across is this. Set sometime during the Arthas: Rise of the Lich King book. I hope you enjoy. Review if you want. It would be loved greatly.
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