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A/N: Thanks, Link N Ivy (I know the name from somewhere, can't remember where!) for your reviews, and I hope you enjoy the rest as you seem to like what I have so far. As for news, there is none, so here's the next exciting chapter of our guild's adventure. By the way, if you ever stop by Smolderthorn, make sure to say hi to Simonee (Yes, he's my character, if you haven't already guessed).

Destiny's Warriors

Chapter Three: Mentor

Finally outside the gates of Stormwind City, the group walked in near silence towards Goldshire, their first stop on the way to Westfall. Almost to the small settlement, Simonee pulled the group aside and warned them "Alright, guys, I need you to promise me, no drinking."

Each member looked at each other quizzically, as if their leader was suddenly speaking Gutterspeak.

"Guys, come on. No drinking, we have something to do, and we need to be at our tops if we want to finish it up," he said again.

"Oh, alright," said Hoardale, who seemed to be speaking for the group.

"Okay, good enough. We're going to need some supplies, so make sure you stop by the blacksmith and pick up new armor if you need it. I need to see someone quickly, so just be on your best behavior," said Simonee, and he started to walk to the inn.

Leaving the five alone to do what they needed, the mage walked inside of the Lion's Pride Inn once more and moved to the stairs to the right of the bar. Walking up the steps one at a time, Simonee thought about the note to Alexston and what it read.

Please assist the mage delivering this message in any way possible.

Baros -- it has come to the attention of Northshire that Westfall is in dire need of assistance. Reports from Gryan Stoutmantle are coming in about repeated attacks by the Defias Brotherhood, and this particular mage has been deemed capable to investigate and help with the situation. Please, send him there as soon as can be managed.

Deputy Willem

Simonee reached the top of the stairs and moved into the room directly in front of him.

"Glad you could make it," said a voice, old and haggard.

"So am I. I've come for more training," replied Simonee.

"There is not much more that I can teach you, although I can try. Clear your mind. Find your inner arcane flow."

A few seconds passed as Simonee cleared the thoughts of recent events.

"Now, think upon yourself, of improvements, of past failures, and overcome these obstacles. Give the magics a clear path."

Another few seconds, as the mage removed the mental blocks from the flow of arcane energy.

"You are ready. I bestow upon you the next step of your Arcane Intellect. Now, let your inner fire burn free, let it consume your soul."

He could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"Give it reign over you. Let it control your thoughts."

Simonee neared 150 degrees fahrenheit, as the arcane fire seeped through his skin, not burning him, but letting off a warmth unfelt in the winter months.

"Now, you have let the flames free, and it will allow you to do more incredible amounts of damage than usual. Combustion is a very powerful spell, but you must use it correctly, or you may burn out your mana reserves and be left defenseless. Through Combustion, you have also learned your next Fire Blast. That is all I can teach you, you are now ready for your next step in life. The next time you feel the need for more mentoring, I suggest you see Jennea Cannon, in the Mage's tower of the mage district of Stormwind. She can teach you further. Now, be off in your travels, and may the Light be with you," said the mentor.

"May the Light be with you also," replied a now more-powerful Simonee.

Meanwhile, in the streets of Goldshire, the five had payed a visit to almost all of the vendors on the street, minus the barkeep, waiting for their leader to return from what he was doing.

"What do you think is taking him so long?" asked Hoardale, donning new cloth 'armor' and a wooden staff

Dince, clad in a freshly cured leather cuirass, replied, "No idea. Wanna go check if he's dead?"

"Oh, come on. I know he's not dead. He just went to the inn, and as far as we know, we don't have any enemies, much less enemies that could kill us," piped up Aubs.

Seconds later, the man in question strode up behind the group.

"BAM!" he shouted, startling the five in front of him.

"See, told ya," said Aubs, cheerfully.

Now completely ready, the group took the right fork in the road, headed in the direction of Westfall. Light snowflakes could be seen, almost suspended in the sky. Simonee, still warm from his training excercises, melted the snow before it reached him. Eveyone else got the chance to try and 'eat' the snow, laughing and jumping around. The mage just watched and smiled. After about a half an hour walk, the change in climate was slight, but noticeable, as they crossed the border into the province of Westfall. Immediately, they saw the wreckage that the Defias had caused. Barns had been razed, blackened char remained where wood was once. Overall, it was a depressing sight. Unless you're Dince, who's already manically depressed.

Next chapter soon, hopefully! Please review, I'd love your feedback. More storyline, a look at how I'm going to try and tackle the whole training bit, and hopefully, I can either get to VC next chapter or the chapter after that. Depends on how fast I want this storyline to go. Anyway, review, and I'll get back to you as soon as I possibly can.

Yes, I know I brought in Combustion at a way earlier level than should be, but hell, it's my story, isn't it?