Chapter 2 Journey to the past

With the words shouted out, it seem to echo through Clear's mind. Over and over , fainter and fainter. He became distant as in a dream. But this was a different dream. A dream of thoughts that haven't entered Clear's mind in a very long time.

" You are dismissed, Clearstrider." proclaimed Marshal McBride.

Feeling a great sense of accomplishment graduating from the Northshire Abbey Warrior Academy, a young Clearstrider also felt fear. Fear of bracing on a huge new world that was bestowed on him with certain missions and quests to allow him to further his education and experience him for battle he will do in the future.

Fear. Something a warrior is not to have.Something trained into their mentality. Something that is shown does not exist.

With this distilled in his memory from a recent lesson, Clear stood up straight , boots together, left hand to his side and his hand to above his brow. He was off. After saluting McBride he stood out side closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly back and just listened, as it was his last moment of peace.He had long brown hair that past his neck, with a scruffy goatee the same brown tint as his hair. He stood at about 6 feet tall, solid and sturdy as all warrior were when they left the Abbey.

With his glorious blue eyes that would soothe any woman's soul looked around. The distant sound of water falling into the lake behind the Abbey soothed him, and gave him a moment to think.

He stood there is Chain Mail from neck to foot, with a old beaten up wooden shield and almost dull sword that was handed out like an assembly line at the graduation to each graduating warrior. He gripped his sword in right hand to test his newly trained strength, raised his shield with his left hand and let out a loud Battle Shout as if he was warning the world of his arrival.

Over the next several months, Clear embarked on hundred of quests and tasks for different people around Azeroth that gave him more experience and helped him with his ways. He moved through the ranks fast as any born leader would. At one part of his journey, Clearstrider was invited to join a guild. A guild was of group of people of common interest.They fought under one name, led by their leader.

Clearstrider enjoyed the hospitalities and the lessons he learned , but something was nagging at him the entire time he was involved with this guild. He felt out of place. He felt as if, he shouldn't be following anyone, and certainly shouldn't be following anyone who was not a warrior.

Warriors have a strong bond between each other and have one strong common belief. Warriors are leaders.

With the constant idea of starting his own guild, he finally got up the courage to leave his guild. To start off on a new foot. Create something of his own. Create a guild that stood for something. That had meaning. A guild with power, and strength. A guild that had authority over other guilds. It was his warrior instinct that caused him to think so powerful, so vast. But what did he know at such new start in one of the highest ranks. He was new to it all.

He was confident that he would make it work, he knew he would be the one leader that earned his respect to lead people.

Clearstrider remembered that while shortly after leaving the Abbey, he visited Stormwind City. A gentleman by the name of Aldwin Laughin. A guild master at the Stormwind Visiter Centre. He was the guy you had to see in order to start your own guild. Clearstrider ventured on back to Stormwind to visit this man he remembered. They spoke about Clear's ideas and after about an entire hour deliberation out came. "Heres the deal. You get 10 signatures and 10 gold, you got yourself a guild."

He set out in search of new people to sign his charter. But sometimes Clear had a tendency of getting himself into trouble. While on his search for people he became hungry, so he decided to take a short break and grab a bite to eat. But little did he know he had no idea what had been stalking him. Suddenly he heard a noise, looked behind him but saw nothing. Shrugged it off and continued eating.

Swushhhhh...

Thump!

Clearstrider startled by these noises stood up quickly and took out his sword and shield which was his normal action to perform when in battle.

As he looked down a troll rogue lied dead with an arrow in the side of his head was on the ground a few inches from where Clear was sitting.

"You need to be more careful next time." a voice came out of no where.

"Huh?" Clear questioned.

A Night elf hunter walked out behind a tree carrying a bow and quiver. "My name is Guen." The hunter stood taller than Clear. He was lean and had solid eyes. The traits of a true hunter.

"I've been watching you, and when I heard noises come around you, I decided it be useful to help you out since you were oblivious to what have been going on." Guen spoke.

" I very much appreciate it."

The two talked about each others past and what they're were doing in the next few days and what journies they were adventuring on. Finally the topic of the guild Clear had in mind came out and he told exactly what he wanted to do with it. Guen seemed intrigued and was curious if he could help out with it. The two shoke hands and were off to find more people. Guen came up with the idea to visit a major city such as Ironforge or Stormwind City. They mounted up and off they were.

After a few hours of advertising their guild, and explaining what their goals were they finally got up the amount of people they needed.

The met:

Amgine , the rogue.

Meiyoru, another hunter.

Brinait, a dwarf priest.

Dyce, a warrior with quite the personality.

Peoniu, a mage with the power to destroy the world.

Lozj, the friendliest demonic warlock.

Panthar, a wise druid.

and lastly...

Doirinn, a young paladin who had plenty of potential and full of heart.

They grouped up and rode back to Stormwind City. Clearstrider walked up to Aldwin Laughlin and handed him the charter and the 10 gold each of them had chipped in.

Aldwin looked it over to make sure all the signatures were authentic and looked up at Clearstrider and spoke:

"Nicely done, I know announce to the world of Azeroth that the protectors that stand in front of me will now be proclaimed 'VINDICATE'!"

With that said the 10 of them all cheered and let out a loud roar.

Vindicate had been born. Little did these 10 newly acquainted people know what would result from their strong bond in the near future.

With the sound of 5 men standing in unison with their boots hitting the ground at the same time, woke Clear up from his dream. They stood at attention waiting for Clearstrider's order.

"The King has sent for us."

Chapter 3: A new friends warning.

Chapter Completed August 11th. Written by Will Johnston(aka Clearstrider)

Author note: I know its long, but i wanted to get the past in their. Those its not true of what happened, its a good background.