AN: Hello everyone, I am back from my year hiatus. All my real life issues have been resolved and I have re-ignited my desire to write. This will be a bit different from my old work. No influences from naruto or Harry potter in this one. This will be a full OC in the World of Warcraft. I have seen disappointingly little Warcraft fanfiction on this site and much less good ones. Many of them are some anime character entering the world and forming a harem of woman who in reality would never give them the time of day. I can count the number of exceptions on one hand.

This story will also be on Spacebattles forum if anyone wants to check it out there. But anyway without further ado I introduce to you my first story in over a year.

The Tale of Leora

Chapter 1:

Journey to Stormwind

"Young lady get back here this instant! Your studies are not done!"

"Bite me!"

Slamming the door behind her she marched down the hallway, her pale blond, almost white hair fluttering behind her as she headed towards her objective. She was furious with her teacher.

How dare she?

Making her way though the Abbey she pushed the door to her father's study and stormed in, glaring at her father.

Brother Abacus Neals, her father, sighed and took off his reading glasses before looking up at her "What is it now Leora?"

Leora scowled at the dismissive tone her father used before speaking "That old bint refuses to listen to a word I say! 'No Leora, priests can never be on the front lines, be a good little girl and heal people.' 'You will never leave Stormwind Leora, find a good husband and help heal people at the chapel.' I refuse to be some damsel in distress on the backlines, I want to fight! I want to learn real magic!"

Her father rubbed his eyes, his age apparent as his skin was starting to sag and his grey hair salted with white, "Daughter, we have had this discussion before. Our family comes from a long line of Priests who have all faithfully served the light. Our place is as healers, not mages or god forbid warlocks. Sister Mary just wants the best for you. Stop these thoughts of violence and continue your studies. After all, you are headed to Stormwind soon to finish your studies of the light."

Leora scowled, remembering that despite her dislike of the profession she was heralded as a budding genius in using the light. She had completed the initial trials to enter an apprenticeship under a priest at the Cathedral in Stormwind.

It was hard not to coming from a long line of priests who had served the Alliance since its inception.

"Dad, I am thirteen now, I can make my own decisions and I want to fight for the Alliance, not just heal the real warriors. I am strong, I can wield a mace, I can channel the light easily I could-"

"Enough Leora! We have had this discussion before. You will not become a Paladin either! I will not have you throwing your life away recklessly on the front lines in the Plague Lands or fighting the Horde!" Abacus declared, fully focusing on his daughter for the first time in the conversation.

Leora scowled before nodding begrudgingly and excited the office in a huff. She hated being stifled like this. She was not made to be a healer, she just knew it. She was meant for greater things, to explore the world and defeat her enemies.

She walked briskly away from the Abbey, eventually making her way through the village, ignoring the neighbors who greeted her or the other village kids offering to let her play with them. She wanted to go think.

As clouds gathered overhead she made her way to the edge of Goldshire near the top of a small hill overlooking Elwynn Forest.

When she arrived at the top of the hill she slumped down on the grass.

Her life was so unfair. Her neighbor Alice had already left last month to Stormwind to train as a mage. But no, she was too delicate and feminine to go on an adventure.

'It does not matter what they say. I will train in secret, then run away when I am older. I will travel the world!' She thought, determined to make something of her life, even at her young age.

"I will be strong!" She yelled out from atop the hill, working herself up in her excitement.

The Cathedral of Stormwind had an extensive library, she could find some way to learn combat spells to survive out in the wilds of Azeroth. She would be like Lady Proudmoore! Powerful enough to go anywhere she wished!

*Rumble…. Crack!*

Looking up a the sky she frowned as thunder flashed across dark clouds.

'Its going to rain…' She thought with a scowl. 'Time to go home then. Tomorrow is a big day.'

Getting up she began running towards the Abbey, day dreaming about the many adventures she will have in the future.

Soon rain began pouring all around her as she ran through the now muddy path leading back towards her home.

'Ugh, Mary is going to be so pissed I messed up this robe!'

"I must say Leora, you have a talent for ruining perfectly good clothes. It will take days to get the mud stains out of this robe."

*Sigh*

Mary shook her head, scrubbing the girl's hair as she sat in the bath, getting the knots that had formed from the rain out.

"You will be lucky you do not get a cold young lady. After the bath, it is right to bed! You will have to wake up earlier than normal, it is a five-hour carriage ride into the city so we will have to leave by early morning."

"Yes Sister Mary, I will make sure to wake up early."

"Good, now prepare yourself this is a large knot."

"Ow!"

Leora laid on her bed, looking up at the plain ceiling, thinking about tomorrow. She would be heading to Stormwind for five years until she turned eighteen. Five years of learning from some boring old Priest in the city.

She could just imagine it, a clone of Sister Mary telling her to return to her cooking lessons or something when she was in her late teens.

"I just want to be powerful…" Leora whispered, feeling her eyes close as sleep claimed her.

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….

…..

'What?'

She felt as if she was floating in the ocean, far beneath the waves to the point where the light did not reach her anymore.

'Where am I?'

Leora looked around the murky depths of wherever she was. She felt sluggish, as if she was half awake after a long day of studying. Her head felt like lead but she slowly turned to look in the opposite direction, only to freeze as a large yellow eye stared at her from the sky.

She wanted to feel fear, to panic, or to cry, but all she felt was the same sluggish apathy she felt before.

The eye was huge, predominately yellow with a reddish hue along the edges. The pupil was like a snakes', a slit resting in the center of the orb.

It looked evil.

It was evil.

'What is this? Is this a dream?' Leora thought, her panic buried under the lethargy this realm seemed to have over her.

The eye seemed to pulse before starting to fade.

'You…are weak….But you can become strong…with my power…sleep. Forget…Wake…Seeeeeek'

*Gasp!*

Leora shot up from her bed, her heart frantically beating as she looked around her spartan room, trying to remember why she had panicked.

"A dream? No…a nightmare perhaps?" She whispered, trying to recall anything about it. Not getting anything, she looked at the hourglass of sand on the dresser near her.

It was empty.

"I am going to be late!" She exclaimed, rushing to get ready.

-8th of October-

11:40 AM

"Now Leora, when we arrive in Stormwind you must present yourself well. Many stories have traveled from the abbey about your progress and I would hate to disappoint Archbishop Benedictus. No nonsense about adventure or flights of fancy of fighting demons or other such nonsense is that clear?"

"Yes, Sister Mary." Leora grumbled as she watched from outside the small carriage that was pulling them through the forest towards the capital. She could see the pristine white and blue walls in the distance, towering over the emerald green forest. She had been to Stormwind a few times in the past but the sight still managed to take her breath away.

Looking up she could see gryphons flying overhead, carrying adventurers and travelers by set flightpaths.

"Impressive, isn't it? I am sure you will be well acquainted with the city once you get started with your apprenticeship under one of the priests." Sister Mary stated, not even looking out of the window and instead focusing on reading from a small book in her hands.

Scowling at the sister for ruining her moment she settled back into her seat and opened her second fantasy novel prepared for the long trip to the city. Leora bet the only excitement the old woman ever had was showing off her ankles at the Brewfest festival.

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'Ugh! This was so boring, she had tried to read this story before. She must have brought it by mistake. The plot was terrible, who would ever believe that a normal girl would ever have a disputed love triangle between a night elf and a worgen? It made no sense what so ever. The girl wasn't even that particularly interesting.

How this book ever became popular is beyond her.

Before she could think of something else to do the driver called out from the front "Twenty minutes till arrival Misses! Best get yourselves prepped and ready now!"

'Finally! She couldn't wait till she was older and able to use the flight path, travel by carriage took forever.

Straightening out the outfit she was wearing, a modest white robe padded to protect against the fall chill.

Stowing away the trashy romance novel in her satchel she waited patiently for the carriage to pass through the gates and stop near the stables.

"We have arrived misses! Thank you for choosing Goldshire carriages!"

Leora ignored the perpetually happy business man and focused on the sights around them, seeing so many different people and races in one spot was always a sight to see.

"Come along now Leora. We must not keep the Archbishop waiting." Mary stated, having returned from paying the carriage driver.

Glaring at the sister she followed along, her eyes staring at everything there was to see.

Soon they passed through the old town and made their way to Cathedral Square. True to its name the square was dominated by the Stormwind Cathedral, largest bastion of the Order of the Light in the Eastern Kingdoms.

Even with her misgivings of being a priest she was still impressed by the sheer presence of the place. Even the non-magical civilians of Stormwind could tell this placed was blessed by the light. The marble stones seemed to shine gold in the right light and one had a sense of being protected and loved when stepping through the halls.

"Ah, welcome sister Mary, it is good to see you again." A voice interrupted her inspection of the building. Turning she saw an elderly man in ornate robes with shoulder pads designed to look like an angel. Atop his head lay the hat of the Archbishop.

Mary was clearly surprised "Archbishop Benedictus! There was no need to meet us at the door, it is only proper for you to send an aid or a servant to fetch us…but it is an honor indeed!"

Classic Mary, always lecturing. Even the Archbishop was not spared her instructions on decorum and tradition.

"It is no trouble sister. It is good for me to stretch my legs from time to time." Benedictus said with a calm smile.

Turning towards her the man's smile widened "Ah…and this must be young Leora Neals. The Church has been eagerly watching your progress. Father Abacus has not been able to stop raving about your talent every time I see him!"

Smiling at the kind old man she could not help but like him. "It is good to meet you sir. And trust me, none of the rumors are exaggerated." She said with a confident grin, putting her hands on her hips proudly.

"Leora!" Sister Mary exclaimed, scandalized by her cheek.

"Hahaha! To be young and overconfident. I am sure none of the rumors I hear about you are untrue young lady. Especially the ones about the mischief you get up to with the other children."

Leora blushed, she had been known as a prolific prankster when she was younger.

Clapping his hands together Benedictus continued "Well, we will have to get you situated in one of the spare rooms before introducing you to your mentor young lady."

Leora nodded, following another apprentice that was called to lead her to her new room.

The two priests watched the girl and her guide leave before Benedictus turned to Sister Mary "Well she seems like quite the spitfire. I will love having her as an apprentice. The cathedral has been too dull nowadays."

"Humph, spitfire is right. Nearly every day she complains that she would rather be an adventurer and fight demons or the Scourge than stay at her proper place as a healer. A problem child that one. Brilliant, but trouble." Mary scoffed.

"Does not want to be a priest eh? But is a genius at channeling the light. That is interesting. Very interesting." Benedictus said with a smile.

"Yes, yes. You do like your problem cases. I remember your last apprentice Azil, she was quite the rebel as well. Whatever happened to her?" Mary asked.

"Oh, she is doing quite well, quite well indeed. She is quickly moving up the ranks in the church she moved to after she left my apprenticeship."

"That is good to hear." Mary stated before looking at the clock on the wall. "Well, it is time for me to leave. I am sure Leora will not appreciate a goodbye from me so I will be leaving. I hope to see you again Archbishop."

"You as well sister Mary."

The sister left, heading back to the abbey, leaving the Archbishop in the entryway of the Cathedral.

Turning around Archbishop Benedictus walked towards his study, he had an apprentice to meet after all.

AN: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter.