Again, I do not own these characters other than my OC's. Everyone else belongs to Blizzard.
With a frustrated sigh, a young ranger trainee dropped his bow and plopped onto the ground, resting his back against a tree. I hate archery. I hate archery. I hate archery, Lirath repeated to himself.
He had enrolled in a ranger class three months ago, and showed no progress in becoming a good ranger. He could never hit the bullseye in any of the targets, instead hitting everywhere but the target. With another angry sigh, Lirath rested his head against the tree and closed his eyes.
All he ever wanted was to be just like his sisters. All three of them had begun training to be rangers and had ended up being in the top of their classes. The three of them had all graduated their classes and had been officially given the title of of being a ranger. Except him. Sylvanas told him that perhaps becoming a ranger just wasn't meant to be for him, but he refused to accept that. He wouldn't let down his family name.
His mind began to wonder. The only person that he knew in his family that wasn't a ranger was his grandfather. His mother told him and his sisters stories of how her father was a very good mage, and that he traveled to Dalaran to be trained by the best Archmages. Lirath began to wonder if maybe Sylvanas was right. Maybe he wasn't meant to be a ranger like his sisters. Maybe, just maybe, he was meant to become a mage, like his grandfather.
The thought sounded great, but Lirath didn't want to carry it out. He didn't like the current people in the mage trainee classes. He especially did not like Dar'Khan Drathir. If he wasn't mistaken, Dar'Khan was two years older than Alleria, so he should act mature. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case in Lirath's opinion. Lirath believed Drathir was an arrogant bastard, and did not want to have to see him everyday. So, instead of wondering about his possible path to becoming a mage, he picked his bow up and went back to target practice.
Instead of his arrow landing on at least the ground, his arrow flew past the target and into someone's behind. Lirath changed his mind. The idea of becoming a mage didn't seem so bad anymore.
RIP the person's behind :'(