Hello all! I've written up another old story of mine. How exciting! It's off of World of Warcraft (kind of). I'm a little sad I don't have much time in my schedule for writing, but I hope I'll be able to finish my stories in time! Hope you enjoy! Oh, Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft. Though that'd be cool :) Extra note: The "{ }" symbols are to explain past moments, memories, or dream sequences. Enjoy! Do comment if you'd like :)

A Troubled World

Chapter: 1

Sigh. A week. A whole week. Alician let out another lingering sigh.

"Alician, come back inside. It's getting cold out." A certain Priest hollered from the cathedral doors.

"Coming!", even though she still sat for a moment, her eyes fixated far past the mountains to where Alcum had left her. The sun was setting, and it was, in fact, getting a little chilly. If he were here, by now she would have his arms around her. Leaping from off a branch she had been sitting on, she dropped down to her feet and strutted to where the Priest was waiting.

"Your prayers are finished, yes?" The priest brought his arm around her, seeing her shiver from the coldness outside.

"Yes Father Yuan. All finished." She nodded. "Good." He smiled and glanced down, looking at what was once white, was now covered in dirt, robes. Smiling, her face went hot from embarrassment.

"No need to be embarrassed my child, we will have them cleaned in no time. I worry your other clothes have not yet been sown together all the way." He gave a smile. "Thank you again Father. If it wasn't for you and Tryant, I wouldn't be here." Which was true. A while ago, her kingdom was over run by a civilization called the Shades. They were a group of vicious men, using dark arts to their will. While she tried to protect the city square, Alician had been hit with a magic outburst, causing her to suffer heavy wounds. Watching as the place where she once lived being torn apart all around her, she quickly evaded; though it was against the ruled of being a Royal Priestess. Though she could barely walk, she was able to find this church and was healed by a trainer priest names Tyrant. Ever since then she hid herself in this church.

"It is my pleasure." He bowed, turning swiftly to another room in the church. "Oh," He said turning to face her direction, "Tyrant wanted to see you. I believe he is waiting for you in your room?" He nodded and walked away.

She nodded and glided through the crowded church, heading for her room.

"What are you doing?" Alician shook her head as she watched Tyrant look up from her bed. "Is it bad I'm on your bed?" Tyrant asked, giving a wicked smile as he sat up. "What were you doing out there? Thinking about your lost love?" He looked at her and tilted his head.

"What is it to you anyways? You don't know anything." She snapped at him, but glanced quickly out the window towards the center of the room.

"Alician…" Tyrant sat up and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her into a hug. Her body told her to pull away, but somehow the hug felt comfortable.

"He has to come back….has to…." In the back of her mind she saw flashes of Alcum falling to the ground, bleeding from head to toe.

"He's not coming back Alician. I've told you before and I'll say it again. If he told you he was coming back, wouldn't he be here by now?" He whispered into her ear softly, touching her ear with his lips.

Alician quickly pulled away from him. "Don't say that. And don't do that. He IS coming back, and I will find him." She hadn't noticed her hands had balled into fists. "Calm down. I-" He took a step to her. "Get out. Now." She demanded, flinging her arm and pointed to the door. Tyrant slowly sighed in frustration and walked out the door. After he had left, she glanced out the window one more time.