Hello and welcome to a short series of one-shots that I decided to write for a group of WoW characters that I made up. This was actually a challenge given to me by my dad. He told me to write some short stories for him and I did. After a couple were done I decided that it would be fun to post them on frist one up is Ryluh, a clumsy priestess who is always getting lost.
(This one is much shorter than the others, but mainly because it was the first one I wrote)

So please, read, enjoy, and perhaps review! :)

~Trapped In Wonderland

Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft, but I do take credit for Ryluh.

Ryluh was lost. Completely and hopelessly lost. She was also cold which was not helping her dilemma, but she did manage to pick out the one bright side.

" At least," she thought, "I am not in denial, I admitted to myself that I was lost so it can only get better."

This comforted her some, but not very much, as she trudged through the snow. Suddenly a large castle loomed out of the perpetual white wasteland and she began to have some hope. When she arrived at it's massive doors she struggled to get at least one open. When her struggle ended she fell, but she quickly got back on her feet hoping that no one had witnessed her small tumble.

She needn't have worried though, for although large, the castle was completely empty and it was still terribly cold. She sighed and began to walk down the long corridor, hoping to at least find a room that she could hole up in until the snow storm had passed. While she walked she observed that whoever had inhabited the castle had very tacky tastes when it came to home décor. All around her were skulls and cobwebs, dark drapes, and a dark carpet. She sniffed in disapproval and continued on.

Just as she was beginning to tire of her endless search she saw a warm glow coming from one of the rooms ahead. As she moved closer she observed that the door was slightly cracked and a low deep voice was slipping through it.

"What do you mean cut down!" the voice growled.

Ryluh shuddered, something deep within her telling her to get away, but this could be her only chance to rejoin her group. She glided down the hallway and softly knocked on the door. The voice cut off abruptly and bid her to enter. She slipped past the door and walked into the room boldly, gathering all of her courage. As she stepped inside the slightly colder room, a sense of deja vu swept over her. She swore she knew the man sitting on the icy throne a few paces in front of her.

"Oh great," she thought glancing around the room once, "More tacky decorations."

"Excuse me sir? I was just wondering if you could point me to the nearest town? I got lost in the storm and separated from my group." she explained out loud.

He looked shocked, his blue eyes slightly wide and his mouth hanging slightly ajar. He was very pale, probably sickly she noted, and he wore armor.

"Must be a very paranoid man." Ryluh mused to herself as she waited for an answer.

He finally pointed to the east. That was all, just a point.

"How rude!" Ryluh seethed to herself and with a brisk thank you she stormed out of the castle and back into the snow, but not before filching a cloak or two that she stumbled upon, convincing herself that she did so out of necessity rather than just spite. She was a priest, after all, and she had an image to uphold.

As the young Priest left, the great and terrible Arthas began to gather his wits. He noticed his finger pointing and he looked at it, as a parent would a disobedient child. He slowly let his hand drop and turned to his shocked minion.

"This never happened." was all the Lich King said.

Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! :)