This is my first fan-fiction so please R/R and most of all enjoy.
I am called Narela above ground in my home of Sunstrider Isle but underground, but here in my crypt I am Galectra. My family wished so much to get a paladin or warrior, maybe even a mage, but they do not understand that my true calling is to be a warlock. Taivohs, my older brother, is a rogue, he is why I have chosen to be caster of dark arts. We formed a guild together called The Company of Dirk and Shadow, though our guild is only suggested to the most elite of warlocks and rogues. Though we are a horde guild we do have a handful of SI:7 agents as well, whom surprisingly where quite eager to join. I am sixteen years old, with almost a mastery of making glyphs and classifying herbs.
It is almost time to train with my father, sword training to become his paladin. I hastily change out of my enchanted cloth robes to the worn leather armor my father gave me. With that I rush upstairs to find him sharpening a couple wooden swords to have splintered spikes on the end. "Ah, you got prepared quick. So the plan is that I want you to show me all that you can do in a duel between you and me" he eagerly says, putting down the two swords and heading to his room to get changed. Well this is just great. My father wants me to duel him thinking I used all my free time practicing, while I was actually reading tomes and casting spells. I sigh loudly not anticipating this duel. When he comes out he is wearing his old chainmail from when he was a Silvermoon guard.
"Ready to showcase how amazing an instructor I am?" he asks gesturing for me to pick up one of the pikes. I grab one and rush out of the shack to the Efersong Woods around us. He positions himself ready in a battle stance, though I go with a more defensive one.
"Defensive? Interesting. Why?" he mumbles to himself. I slowly go into a guarded offensive stance and he nods his approval. " Great, now Anar'Alah can we get started?"
I take that as my queue and charge him, aiming a sloppy slash at his leg, that he easily sidesteps. He spins around aiming for a advantaged head shot that I parry with my wooden "sword". We continue blocking and trading blows for at least twenty minutes. I deal a swift hit to his gut with the hilt of my weapon, sending him doubling over. At that moment I take advantage striking the back of his knees. On his back, having difficulty due to his heavy armor, my father struggles to reach his sword a few inches away from his left hand. I kick the sword a couple yards away and aim my weapon to his throat. I smile shallowly that I have finally beat him after who knows how many duels we have had. " Good to know that my daughter is a worthy paladin, you will be a fine member of the Silvermoon defense. The mentioning of this prison that I have been stuck in all my life makes me want to gag, though my father is too proud to break him just yet. The best part is that because I won the duel I have the rest of the day to myself, yay. I make my way into the crypt and start practicing my favorite spells of destruction, Immolate, Conflagrate, and maybe a Soul Fire. I know that all of these are fire spells so that is why I only cast it to see it form in my hands, the perfect sphere of oranges and reds swirling menacingly together in somewhat harmony. Taivohs thinks I am crazy, but if saw the fire through my eyes he would see the same thing.
I need to get away from here, be a warlock instead of a paladin, Feraen doesn't even know that I am a caster. I can't tell him though because then he will want me to be a mage and show him what spells I know. If I only cast my perfect spells of chaos then he might disown me for being a corrupted daughter instead of a Light worshiper. I have to find Jaina Proudmoore as an instructor. Though she is a mage she has excellent control over the elements. No, I can't do that, she's alliance and how will I get over there without being caught by alliance guards as a spy. Perhaps Thrall, Drek'Thar, Gul'dan, darn who can instruct me that wont kill me upon sight. The Shadow Council in Outland. Maybe I can ask Thrall to help me get there. Yes that is what I will do, what I must do to gain control over my power. I will leave tomorrow, after packing up most of my belongings and leaving a letter for The Company of Dirk and Shadow.
Sorry that this first chapter is very short, I will try to make them longer in the future. Please review and give suggestions in the comments. I will try and update every Sunday if I can. Next chapter Galectra will attempt leaving Silvermoon without getting caught.
