Well, here is the First chapter, I hope you like it. I got really
bored of Warcraft, so that is why this is here. Well, enjoy.
"Out of my way, male!" Shyne yelled as she bashed a man out of her way, her spider like robes flowing with her every movement.
Shyne had been a high priest of her house for some time, and probably one of the greatest in the city of Anheg. She was in a rush for a meeting that she had arranged with her mother.
"Sorry, Mistress Shyne," the male apologized, but she was already gone.
Shyne rushed to the Fel'Megal throne room. She was already late, but no matter. The meeting WOULD commence. Her pace quickened in something like excitement.
She arrived, not to late, but late enough to receive the normal criticism of her flaws. She stood and listened to it.
"There is something wrong here, you're not yelling back like you usually do. Speak! What is on you mind?" the Matron Mother instructed.
"Nothing is wrong, mother," Shyne responded rather calmly. "I have just decided, it was time for you to step down, out of the throne."
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" The mother demanded.
At that instant, shyne pulled out a dagger. She sniggered and looked at the blade. It dripped with a red liquid that made the Matron Mothers eyes go wide.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Would I?" Shyne asked with a snigger, and in 2 quick steps, the dagger was in her mother's heart. The poison killed her quick, then, her body began to steam apart. Bit by bit, it crumbled apart, and disintegrated.
Little did shyne know, Sylvanas' eyes were watching.
The Shade watched as the mothers body vanished before him. The cruel Drow society. How it puzzled him. All this killing for power. But, is that all they seek? Power? A word that is not so clear for a shade, for life as a shade, is life as a ghostly body. A scout, and nothing more.
This new power change MUST be reported to his master. He began to rise into the roof of the cave, and into the above room, stopping for a moment to watch the battle going on above.
Bel'Motrier charged the Drow weapons master. "Your time as weapons master is over brother!" He yelled.
The other Drow just stood there, completely still. But suddenly, at the last possible second, he flung 2 finely curved swards out. One, glowed in a white light, which emitted a type of Holy power, but the other, glowed in an angry red, almost as if the sward its self was evil.
Bel'Motrier continued his charge, and slapped vigorously at the other Drow's neck, but was easily blocked by the holy blade. As the blade was being blocked, the evil blade came around aiming at the ribs of Bel'Motrier. At the last second, Bel'Motrier got his other blade in front of it, but the holy blade was right near his thy.
Bel'Motrier screamed as the holy blade cane slicing down through his thy. With his enemy down, the other Drow took his evil blade, and slashed through his ribs. Then, that Drow stopped, sheathed the evil blade, and put the point down on the holy blade down towards the ground, as if to lean on it.
"I'm so sorry it had to come to this, Bel'Motrier," he said with a tear in his eye. It slid down his cheek ever so slowly as he paused. "I truly am. My you find peace in death."
HE got up and took the holy blade and put it right by his brother's neck, but heard him mumble, and paused.
"I am sorry...to," Bel'Motrier heaved. There was a long pause, and then he said "Trent," but those were his last words. Trent collapsed and began to cry in loss of his brother.
Later that night, Trent snuck him and his brother out. He carried his dead brother's corps out to a spot right by the band of the lake, and ran down the coast. He stopped and turned towards some tomb stones and gently laid his brother down. He took another rock, and carved something in to it, and then began to dig a hole. Once the hole was big enough, he laid his brother back in it, and cried some more.
After burring his brother, he took the large stone he had used and put it in front of the grave. It said "Here lies Bel'Motrier. 7th dead by my hands, and my last remaining brother" and in front of him, were 6 more grave stones.
At the sight of this, the shade sniggered, and rose up to find Sylvanas.
"Out of my way, male!" Shyne yelled as she bashed a man out of her way, her spider like robes flowing with her every movement.
Shyne had been a high priest of her house for some time, and probably one of the greatest in the city of Anheg. She was in a rush for a meeting that she had arranged with her mother.
"Sorry, Mistress Shyne," the male apologized, but she was already gone.
Shyne rushed to the Fel'Megal throne room. She was already late, but no matter. The meeting WOULD commence. Her pace quickened in something like excitement.
She arrived, not to late, but late enough to receive the normal criticism of her flaws. She stood and listened to it.
"There is something wrong here, you're not yelling back like you usually do. Speak! What is on you mind?" the Matron Mother instructed.
"Nothing is wrong, mother," Shyne responded rather calmly. "I have just decided, it was time for you to step down, out of the throne."
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" The mother demanded.
At that instant, shyne pulled out a dagger. She sniggered and looked at the blade. It dripped with a red liquid that made the Matron Mothers eyes go wide.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Would I?" Shyne asked with a snigger, and in 2 quick steps, the dagger was in her mother's heart. The poison killed her quick, then, her body began to steam apart. Bit by bit, it crumbled apart, and disintegrated.
Little did shyne know, Sylvanas' eyes were watching.
The Shade watched as the mothers body vanished before him. The cruel Drow society. How it puzzled him. All this killing for power. But, is that all they seek? Power? A word that is not so clear for a shade, for life as a shade, is life as a ghostly body. A scout, and nothing more.
This new power change MUST be reported to his master. He began to rise into the roof of the cave, and into the above room, stopping for a moment to watch the battle going on above.
Bel'Motrier charged the Drow weapons master. "Your time as weapons master is over brother!" He yelled.
The other Drow just stood there, completely still. But suddenly, at the last possible second, he flung 2 finely curved swards out. One, glowed in a white light, which emitted a type of Holy power, but the other, glowed in an angry red, almost as if the sward its self was evil.
Bel'Motrier continued his charge, and slapped vigorously at the other Drow's neck, but was easily blocked by the holy blade. As the blade was being blocked, the evil blade came around aiming at the ribs of Bel'Motrier. At the last second, Bel'Motrier got his other blade in front of it, but the holy blade was right near his thy.
Bel'Motrier screamed as the holy blade cane slicing down through his thy. With his enemy down, the other Drow took his evil blade, and slashed through his ribs. Then, that Drow stopped, sheathed the evil blade, and put the point down on the holy blade down towards the ground, as if to lean on it.
"I'm so sorry it had to come to this, Bel'Motrier," he said with a tear in his eye. It slid down his cheek ever so slowly as he paused. "I truly am. My you find peace in death."
HE got up and took the holy blade and put it right by his brother's neck, but heard him mumble, and paused.
"I am sorry...to," Bel'Motrier heaved. There was a long pause, and then he said "Trent," but those were his last words. Trent collapsed and began to cry in loss of his brother.
Later that night, Trent snuck him and his brother out. He carried his dead brother's corps out to a spot right by the band of the lake, and ran down the coast. He stopped and turned towards some tomb stones and gently laid his brother down. He took another rock, and carved something in to it, and then began to dig a hole. Once the hole was big enough, he laid his brother back in it, and cried some more.
After burring his brother, he took the large stone he had used and put it in front of the grave. It said "Here lies Bel'Motrier. 7th dead by my hands, and my last remaining brother" and in front of him, were 6 more grave stones.
At the sight of this, the shade sniggered, and rose up to find Sylvanas.