The first chapter rewritten and ready!
Even in the early morning, the sun made Silvermoon City light up with a golden hue. A young girl walked on the paved road with a book bag strapped around her shoulder. Usually her bag was overflowing with parchment and books for her studies, but today it was empty. Today, Tahldre would be graduating and become a priestess.
It had taken her ten years of extensive work to finally achieve her dream. Even without a mother or father she still wanted to live up to someone's expectations and today would be the day that someone would be proud of her. This morning was already great she couldn't wait to see if it could get better.
Usually when she entered Murder Row from the Bazaar, Tahldre was very cautious. It wasn't the people who worried her, but just the aura that impregnated the place made her slightly uneasy. Because today was different, she wanted to hurry to her class at the Sunfury Spire and didn't react to the changed environment when she stepped foot into the den of warlocks and rogues.
As she rounded a corner, the young elf bumped into a tall figure. She gasped in surprise and stepped back whilst looking up into dark green eyes with black furrowed brows.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." She said, side-stepping to get out of the tall elf's way.
Tahldre expected him to possibly demean her and go on his way, but instead he stayed where he was, still staring at her in surprise. After a few seconds of awkward staring between each other, the male cleared his throat, "Didn't your mother and father tell you not to bump into strangers?" he said with a little amusement in his tone.
Tahldre's cheeks flushed slightly, "I know that, I told you I wasn't looking. It wasn't on purpose. Again, I apologize." Her hands grasped the strap of her book bag as the feeling of nervousness swept over her. She didn't want to come off as trying to pick a fight because, well, he was an obvious rogue with his dark attire and blades hanging off his hips, and he seemed to demand authority just by looking at her. His ebon hair was cut short with only sideburns as facial hair. Somehow he seemed familiar even though she was certain she had never seen this older elf before in her life, she never had much of a social life because of Raven, but that was another matter entirely.
"Well, maybe I don't want to think it was an accident," replied the rogue with a sly smirk spreading across his chiseled face. He leaned with one arm on the wall, his tall lithe body blocking the pathway for Tahldre.
Tahldre's eyes widened slightly once she understood the intent of his statement. She took a slight step back from the invasive male and started to look around her surroundings for an escape. Before she could sketch a plan in her head, the dark elf sighed almost dejectedly and stood up straight once again. This time the smile on his face was gentle as he started to move past her.
"Congratulations young priestess."
She turned swiftly towards him as he was about to pass her, "Wait! How do you know I'm a priest?" she said with confusion knotting her brow.
The tall elf turned slowly to her, "I don't see any harm telling you my name, and I assume you know I am rogue from my appearance. I am Korik Thoathiel and a rogue will always know who you are." He proceeded to move past her with a side-glance and another smirk plastered on his handsome face.
She knew that name, or heard it anyways. He was one of the rogues of the house Kennyranea, a family full of very powerful and prestigious rogues. The house used to have a huge influence before the scourge came to Quel'Thalas, but after, the only remaining descendant was the elf standing right in front of Tahldre. At least he didn't know her name and where she lived-did he? "Do you know my name?" she asked with a slight waver in her voice.
His back was turned to her now as he went on his way. "Don't meddle with strangers either, Tahldre." was his last reply before he disappeared around the corner of the entry hall to the Walk of Elders.