The Last Bastion

A "human's" POV

"You did it wrong again Greg! Focus on the nature and the moon, then channel the energy as a magic bolt." I used all my will and focused on the nature, the trees, the flowers and my family being burnt alive by bandits…

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!" I screamed, something sinister flowed out of my palm. I opened my eyes and saw a massive hole right in the middle of the captive worgen. I looked to my right, my druid instructor had his mouth gaped wide open, he took a while to calm himself, then read aloud while writing on his note board "Gregory S. Greymane, relative of the King's Family, male, 23 years old...Try to train as a druid…Fired a shadow bolt during wrath firing test … Immolated his former instructor …Summoned a dangerous void walker in public. Mr. Greymane, I believe you are either a very successful warlock or a dangerous criminal, so now I recommend you to instructor Ursula Deline in the Slaughtered Lamb Inn. She will teach you the way of a warlock." Warlock? Criminal? Dangerous? I am totally confused by the instructor's words. I asked him "What do you mean? I have to leave Gilneas, my only home?" The instructor shook his head sadly and said "Yes Greg, you have to leave, or else the authorities will have to arrest you." My heart totally dropped, yes I have maybe done one or more demon acts in the public in the past years, but I just wanted to show my newfound druid abilities, like Healing Touch and Rejuvenation. I guess this is it. I sadly took the parchment from the instructor's hand and left the academy.

Is this a dream? Just a nightmare that I will wake up from it… I am leaving Gilneas for Stormwind City. True, I was quite excited, but I am going there to become a WARLOCK! The thing that I was sworn to fight against…

"All able soldiers report to the town square… I repeat, we are under attack by the feral worgens! All able soldiers report to Prince Liam Greymane in the town square!" I opened my eyes, sirens were sounded everywhere, and everyone are running frantically back to their homes. Able soldier? That fits my description, I quickly ran to the town square to see what is happening."

When I arrived at the town square, my cousin Liam was rallying the soldiers together and giving orders. I walked up to him and asked "What is wrong My Lord?" He looked down to me and said "Oh hey Greg, I am just rallying the soldiers for a defense against the worgen. Are you joining my ranks?" "Of course!" I replied eagerly. He nodded and ordered "Alright, Gregory. I need you to scout the main gates to my right; the scout I've sent hasn't return, go check up on him." I said "Yes, your majesty!" I took my staff and moved towards the gates.

There were no living beings near the gate; I took out my staff for defense. A strange mist was looming around the area but I vividly saw a body lying near the gates. I ran towards the body, it was the scout the Prince was talking about, he is dead for a while and had a gruesome bite on his neck; I recognized the source of the wound, Worgens. After searching for the insignia of the scout I ran as fast as I could back to the town square. My legs grew tired quickly I wish I could transform to a cat!

When I returned Prince Liam eagerly approaches and said "Did you find the scout?" I handed over the insignia and said "He is dead, my lord. The worgens attacked him." The Prince grew worried and stated "We must set up defenses for the worgen, or else..." Before he could finish, a soldier yelled "WORGEN!" and suddenly a horde of black humanoid wolves jumped out of the roof and started attacking the soldiers. The Prince quickly ordered "To arms! Soldiers! FOR GILNEAS!" and charged into the fray. I took my staff and went for the side; a soldier was being overwhelmed by two worgens. I focused on the nature, the healing powers and channeled to the soldier. The healing touch didn't happen. Instead, the armor of the soldier was coated with a dark substance I did it wrong again! But the soldier seems to be stronger somehow; I stand in awe when a worgen charged towards me. I sidestepped and dodged his bite, but the claws caught my cloth robes and I lost my balance. The worgen jumped on me, his savage eyes boring into my skull. He gaped open his bloody mouth and was going to bite me. I closed my eyes and focused, wait, on what? Nature doesn't call to my aid anymore, I wonder… Yes! Immolation, worgen hate that. I focused my powers on the fire, the destruction… like Demons. A burning energy was channeled to the worgen, his body started to burn in a violent fire, and he howled in terror. Running away and finally fell to the ground dead. I think I smell cooked worgen meat. I looked at the battleground, guess I am going to be a warlock after all; I will have to make good use of it!