Chapter 2
"I demand that this court come to order!" A loud voice trumpeted over the commotion of the court. Silence struck the crowd as he stood. "We have no evidence that this 'Well of Eternity' really exsists.. this island has only been documented by geographers on a few occasions and even then, it was nothing more then a small fishing village of humans!"
The man sat Infront of a large wooden desk, clad in Plate armor, robes of blue and white draped over his armored shoulders. Infront of him, hundreds of Humans, Elves and Dwarves sat attentively after the display of frustration from their commander.
"furthermore, lets say this arcane well does exsist... what good will it do us? Energy wells have proven to be nothing short of a disaster when harnessed, just look at the blood elves"
"my lord.." An elf stood. "What you speak of is true, but what if it goes into the wrong hands? What if the Orcs can control it. The only option we have is to destroy it,"
The court burst into chaos yet again as everybody seemed to have opposite opinions. "I demand silence!" he slammed his fist onto the table, his rage becoming apparent.
"This is a risk we'll have to take.. I want this Alliance to have no part in this issue. This issue shall be suspended until I am given evidence that this shall be the concern for the wellbeing of the Alliance..."
The man stood as the gathering dispersed.
Anolodor stood, and hesitated as turned to leave.
"Anolodor." He turned to see a young elf.
"Yes, child?" He put his hand on the young elf's shoulder.
"The Elven council has requested your presense in the Cathedral of light this evening."
"Very good," Anolodor nodded and gave the young elf a silver piece. "Then tell them I will be there."
The evening came quickly, as the elf did his normal rounds at the shop for meat. His companion, Jebby as Anolodor had named him, seemed to always be hungry. Jebby was a dark, silver wolf with green eyes and a soft face. He looked nowhere as ferocious as he had proven to be. Some often mistakened him for a tamed dog.
Anolodor made his way into the cathedral, down a hallway where four elves in brilliant robes sat near a fire.
"You summed me, my lords?" He bowed before them.
"Yes, Anolodor, there is a matter we must ask you to attend for 're a galiant warrior, proven many times over and you're tracking and hunting skills have brought great pride to your ancestors."
"Thank you, my lords" He couldnt help but smile "What is this issue you must have me tend to... I don't like anticipation."
"Right, right, Anolodor.. the Well of Eternity. It exsists and we ask it of you to prove it to Commander Lionel."
Anolodor felt his heart leap into his throat. "With all do respect, your lordships, I'd never even heard a whisper of this Arcane well..."
The elf spoke again."indeed, it was forgotten, but this matter has caused us to speak to the souls above and praise elune, we have found scripture of this island and Well of Eternity. It is a massive power that we cannot let fall to the hands of the Horde, or power hungry generals. As the masons of the well, we must protect it from all who don't understand it."
Anolodor simply nodded. The elf handed him a scroll, "use this, it will guide you. also.. don't let the humans of the island know you're true intentions.. the uttering of war may cause more chaos then is needed. May Elune be with you, noble Night Elf"
Anolodor was on his way.
Atri, Desa and their new friend sat around a camp fire, cooking a fish.
"So, Anolodor, you say your name is?" Atri broke the silence
"Yes, child, that is my name." He gave the two a smile.
"Where are you from, Anolo- Anolo-" Desa began to say
'Ah Gnaw Low Door" He sounded it out, with a laugh "And to answer you're question, the North. I was born and raised in the Hillsbrad foothills."
"Ah, but I was always told Nightelves came from the west." She poked at the fish to see if it was done.
"That we do... my parents were native of Teldrassil, but they, like me, were travelers."
They continued to talk as it grew dark, about the Trolls who attacked them, and lighter things like why night elves are called such.
"It's time we head home, Desa" Atri stood and brushed the sand from his pants.
"I'll escort you short of town, I wouldn't want any harm apon you blammed on me." Anolodor stood as well and stomped out the fire.
"Where will you stay?" Desa asked, looking up at him.
"Ah, child, im just as at home in these woods as your are in your cottage, don't worry."
She nodded and the three walked towards the town.
As the town grew closer, so did light. Not the normal like, but a large, radiating light.
"Fire!" Atri yelled, running towards the town hidden behind a wall of trees.
Anolodor quickly caught him, grabbing his arm "No, you will be killed."
"But what about our family..." Desa shouted, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Perhaps they are not lost, but we cannot take this chance.. I need you, Desa."
"Why do you need me... Whats going on?" Desa shouted again, backing away from the elf.
"You are proof... Proof I need to save this island and the well of Eternity. Come with me" his voice was deep and serious, yet comforting at the same time.
Desa looked at Atri, Atri back at Desa. "If she's going, i'm going." Atri stood up to the elf, masking his fear with pride.
"I have no protest.. but we must go now" Anolodor turned and began to walk away "If we can swim out to the dock, we can snatch a boat without the Trolls spotting us.. then maybe we can get enough lead on them they wont bother to chase us." Desa and Atri looked at eachother once more. Desa took a deep breath "Lets go, then"
Anolodor waded out waist deep into the water, Desa and Atri not far behind. They slowly made their way past a group of troll gaurds on the pier and up to a rope ladder.
"Quickly" Anolodor whispered. "get from this ladder to that boat without being seen. We have no time to spare," He silently lept up onto the dock, and down into the bottom of a fishing vessel. Desa and Atri followed clumsily. Anolodor drew his sword and cut the line in a swift swipe and the boat slowly drifted away from the pier. A troll spotted the vessel and shouted. He, along with three other trolls, dived into the water, swimming quickly after the boat.
"You said you're a fisherman, make this boat move!" Anolodor yelled as he lept up atop the mast and fired a few arrows to the persuers with his bow. Atri quickly lept us aswell, pulling lines and opening the sail. The boat accelerated as the wind caught ahold of it, leaving the swiming trolls in its wake. Anolodor lept back down, landing softly next to the kids, who sitting silently on a sack of grain.
"we've got a good four days of sailing ahead of us, children. Make yourself comfortable. He removed his shoulder pads, tabbard, mail vest and boots and plopped down on an empty barrel.
Kal' min stood at the end of the dock, watching as the small boat faded into less then a dot in the moonlit sky. "I be very upset, Kin Jin." The troll leader turned to look his lesser in the eye. "Have dem trolls beheaded by dem own swords when dey get back to da dock." The lower ranking troll grunted and gave him a fake smile as Kal Min turned and walked off, mumbling curses under his breath.
Kin Jin met the trolls as they made their way up the beach. One was still working an arrow of his chestplate. "I be real sorry bout dis, but you gotta go" he said with a smirk.
"Oh, where we be goin, Commander?" on of the soaked trolls said happily. "Nowhere where you'll be needin dis!" Kin Jin snatched the dagger from the trolls side and in one motion, slice all three of their throats open. They hit the ground, gasping for air as their blood staind the sand.
Desa had dosed off on Atri's lap by the time Anolodor had caught a fish. Atri took notes as Anolodor tied a rope to the end of his arrow, and fired it down into the water at the littlest motion. They had been on the water for the entire night and the sun rise was a sight to see. Atri lived for it, out on the ocean.
"Desa.. Desa, wake up" he gently nugged her. "look at this!"
She yawned as she leaned up, looking into the horizon. "That's beautiful, Atri"she smiled as they watched the sun rise together. The sky was half black, half bright orange. The sun illuminated the clouds, causing them to glow over the water.
They spent another day on the water before reaching the first signs of land.
"Land Ho!" Anolodor yelled, swinging down from atop his pirch on the top of the mast.
"Booty Bay! Home of scoundrals and theives!" The boat reached port among many others. The town was a network of docks strung together with building supported above the water. Over the harbor stood large wooden cranes, with live sharks and nets filled with fish hanging over the boats. They hadn't seen anything like this ever before in their life.
"You said we need to get to Stormwind, right Anolodor?" Desa spoke up, still in awe of her surroundings. They walked on what she guess to be a street, although it was planks of wood. She swore she was surrounded by little green people, she had to be dreaming. They were short, only up to her knee, and bright green. They had long pointy ears, like Anolodor, but mean, pointy faces with sharp teeth.
"Yes, another days travel if by horse, perhaps three if by foot," he answered. "And they're Goblins.. don't stare," she quickly looked away.
In the shadows of a building, Al'Cira stood unnoticed. She was slender, and wore black and red armor that was rather revealing. She covered her face with a red bandana and carried a black polearm on her back. the blood elf darted around a corner, silently following her prey. Her pray was Anolodor.
The trio made way through the dense jungle. Anolodor had pulled a favor from an old goblin friend and managed to rangle a few stallions. Anolodor was impressed, the goblin raised fine horses. He had chosen the black one. Atri rode a chestnut and Desa trotted along side on a light colored palamino.
"The horses are awsome, Anolodor!" Desa lauged as she trotted up to anolodor's side.
"Yes... a friend came through," he laughed and patted the horse.
"So.. where are we?" Desa gazed into the never ending tree line up a mountain in the distance.
"Stranglethorn Vale... darkest jungle on Azeroth" He nodded to her. "Dont fall off your horse!" he let out a laugh.
Cetri trotted along, silent. He had no idea where he was, he was follow some strange elf, he just had a bad feeling about everything.
"It's nice having some traveling companions. When I'm not with Jebby i just feel alone. And to top, Im not even wearing my hat" Anolodor laughed again.
"Who's Jebby?"Desa asked
"Well, child. Jebby is my pet. He's really my best friend." he let out a chuckle. "He's a mountain wolf. I saved his life once and he's saved mine countless times."
"Wow.."her eyes grew big "he's a wolf! where is he?"
"Stormwind. With a good friend of mine. I didn't want to take him to the isle with me,"
"Oh. Well, can i pet him?" Desa smiled
"Yes, Desa.. you can pet him." Anolodor laughed, and continued to ride as the sun set behind them.
Al'Cira followed silently in the shadows of the trees. Anolodor was a wanted man. His name was a swear among her people and she would be getting a fat paycheck to bring home his head. He'd slain one of their most powerful mages, claiming he was conjuring evil. He'd slain numerous blood elf brothers in wars, comanding troops of alliance soldiers. She would die before failing.
Kal'Min kneeled before a large orc.
"I appologize for my.. hastely return, my lord,"
"Explain yourself, Kal'Min." the orc looked at him "And stand up,"
Kal'Min rose to his feet.
"Well, my lord, I fear we were discovered,"
"How?! I have spys that say the alliance doesn't even know this island exsists!" He stood
"Well, my lord... A night elf spotted us. He wore a crest of the alliance and my men say he's Wolfy the dark"
"Hmmm... Don't fail me again Kal'Min. You and you're men will be reassigned to finding out more on this matter. And killing anybody before they run their mouth."
The orc spit on the ground and turned around. "Don't fail me again" he repeated before leaving the room.