Opposite Worlds
Chapter Two: catch of the day
By: Zaffaris
(D/C: world of warcraft belongs to blizzard)
The sun was up, the sky was showing off the blue heavens above and the wind kept to a warm gentle breeze. A Perfect day for fishing thought Bellmar as he strode up to the lakeside and set down his wicker basket and rod. But no sooner had the young blood elf cast a line out into the water did a long shadow loom over him. "Shouldn't you be home moping up your dirty floors or something?"
Bellmar looked over his shoulder and stared at the sneering elf that was standing over him. It was none other then Zackus and his three cronies Saar, Brandie and McDowell. The village bullies and idiots to boot. "And shouldn't you be in that field over yonder? Smelling the flowers and frolicking about in the grass like a little school girl?" Bellmar retorted before turning his attention back to the little fishing bobber in the water.
Saar Brandie and McDowell scowled and Zackus let out a growl of disapproval. "You're walking a thin line there Belly boy." Zackus emphasized his words by cracking his knuckles. "He always does." added Saar. "Maybe we should show him his place." Said McDowell and Brandie laughed a little, "Just like we did last time."
Bellmar didn't have to turn around to see the sly smirk return to Zackus's face. No matter what he verbally threw at the four he was far out matched and their encounter always turned out the same: a bloody and bruised Bellmar and a satisfied laughing band of goons.
Zackus reached down and grabbed a handful of Bellmar's black locks and yanked his head back painfully. Bellmar let out a sudden yelp, dropped his fishing rod and reached back to grab a hold of his hair and the hand holding it.
Zackus pulled the younger elf's head back so that he could look down directly at him. "When will you ever learn?" he said with a false look of disappointment. Without even thinking Bellmar spat right into Zackus's eye, but then soon regretted he did. Just as soon did he spit did Zackus bring a fist crashing down into the hapless elf's face.
Three more times did Zackus punched Bellmar in the face before he let go of his hair and allowed the blood elf to curl up in a ball on the ground.
Rubbing the spittle from his eye Zackus nodded at Brandie, "Grab him." Brandie, the biggest out of the four, grinned dumbly before he picked up the whimpering Bellmar and held him in a choke hold. Bellmar couldn't help it, he was crying and he couldn't do anything but squint out of either eye, and he could feel blood trickle out of his nose and onto his tunic. "Think you're a tough guy huh?" and without warning Zackus slammed his fist into Bellmar's gut knocking the wind out of him.
"I think it's best if you leave him alone now."
The four bullies spun around, leaving Bellmar in the dirt where he instantly curled back up into a ball. Standing before them was a blood elf clad in white robes, black hair cascaded down his back and shoulders with a gentlemen's styled swoop of bangs that was neatly brushed off to the side, a sheathed mace on his hip and a traveler's pack slung over one shoulder. The newcomers face looked naturally cheerful but with a merry smile stretched acrossed his lips he looked a little goofy. The four bullies could only gawk at him.
"What business have you here priest? Can't you see we're a little busy?" McDowell was the first to speak and he placed a heavy boot onto Bellmar's back, grinding him further into the ground. "Yeah," piped up Saar, "shouldn't you be at a monastery healing sick old fools and spreading the good word?"
The priest gave a polite chuckle as he set down his pack and spread his hands wide in a divine manner. "Again I humbly ask that you let him go." Like brainless idiots Zackus, Saar, Brandie and McDowell all looked at one another and grinned like fools. They would take any reason to start a fight, and this priest was looking like a tasty new target.
Zackus took a few steps towards the priest, sizing him up. For a good long moment the two stared at one another in silence. With great speed Zackus cocked back a fist!
In a flash the priest side stepped the attack, unsheathed his mace and cold cocked his opponent in the back of the head. Zackus fell forward with a splash into the lake. "Anyone else?" said the priest, his smile having never left his lips.
Zackus's cronies could only stare in shock. The priest sheathed his mace and calmly looked at the floating body of Zackus and then back at the three goons standing over Bellmar. "Let's call it a day then shall we?" and without a word Brandie headed over to the unconscious Zackus and hoisted him over his shoulder and together the four bullies hastily left the scene.
The priest watched the four of them go for a moment before he went to Bellmar's side, gently helping the elf into a sitting position. "You were always quite the popular one Bellmar." The priest chuckled. Bellmar took a moment to catch his breath before he replied, "And as always, you have impeccable timing Etoh." Etoh gave his friend a toothy grin.
A sound from the lakes edge caught the two elves attention; it was Bellmar's fishing rod. "Whoops, can't have that getting away now can we?" Etoh quickly got up and caught the fishing rod before it could disappear into the waters depths and he pulled it out to reveal a plumb looking trout. "Mmm I know what I'm having for lunch." And as much as it hurt him to do so Bellmar couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Etoh grinning widely with the fish flopping around on the line.
(A/N): just to make sure that everyone got the hint from the first chapter, this "parallel world" in which I'm writing my story consists of only Blood Elves, Orcs, and High Elves (and that's not including the bad guys) so... now that everyone is on the same page… ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER! Oh and uh… PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews are a writer's inspiration and I consider it blasphemy if you don't tell me how good and/or bad I'm doing…