Special thanks goes to Ezekel Thydorax for reviewing my story! Yeah...about
that spell stuff...I just get sick of describing it practically the same way
when it gets cast over and over again. And exams definitely DO suck...But
that's alright since I'm somewhat back up again. I still need to practice
for a piano exam over the summer and all and its so clooooose! Ah well, no
need to panic...no need to panic...panics just for the fun of it Ooookay,
that's just me being weird again. If you don't like this chapter just
review it and tell me why, besides, I'm also writing this to work up my
writing skills. And if you liked it! Then good for you, review it anyways!
Hahahah, there is no escaping from the reviews of DOOM! Warcraft III is
owned by Blizzard, and the animation of the cinematics for WoW looks so
good! rant rant rant
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A group of night elves gathered in a circle around a small fire. Tyrande sat between Furion and a demon hunter. She turned as somebody lightly elbowed her.
It was only Furion. He directed her attention over to his brother. "See, Tyrande, sitting away from Illidan was a good idea." He joked as Illidan pushed over Firebrand, only to be shoved by four other demon hunters as they all laughed.
"I only wanted to find out how much he's changed, love." Tyrande replied gently. "Now let us start before things get out of hand." Two more demon hunters leapt in their rough-housing. The priestess sighed. "They remind me of Nightsabre cubs..."
"Everybody, please be seated now so that we may begin. First of all, ishnu-allah, to all of you. As you can tell, we've gathered in a Ring of Knowledge, and this is to get to know each other." Furion explained. "As tradition goes, each person shall stand up and tell us their name and a short bit about themselves. Questions will be asked later on. This is only for you, demon hunters, for you already know Tyrande, Maiev, Illidan, and I. Flameseeker, you may begin."
The demon hunter beside Tyrande stood up and spoke. "My name is Flameseeker and I am the leader of the Wandering Guardians."
Firebrand got up after Flameseeker sat back down. "My name is Firebrand and I lead attacks to defend Kalimdor."
"The rest of us belong in the Wandering Guardians. My name is Painkiller, the newest joiner."
"I am Shadowsong and beside me, is by brother Darksorrow."
"Sindweller."
"And my name is Ragerunner."
Firebrand shot a glare at the four elder night elves who stood aside. "Why did you keep this from me?" she asked through a furrowed brow.
"We--" Illidan began, but he was interrupted.
"Hunters, leave now." Maiev ordered. "Flameseeker, you must stay." Her voice was much colder when speaking to the young demon hunter.
"Maiev, you needn't be so harsh around me. It wasn't my fault that your best captain got crushed beneath those ruins. She also just happened to be my mother. You know who is to blame...you just don't want to blame him, do you?" Flameseeker retorted.
Firebrand spoke up, "Mother, why can't you listen to the opinions of other's first? Flameseeker is right, he is not to blame for any of this!"
Furion stepped in between them. "There is not to be any fighting when I am around. You can deal with this in your own time."
Flameseeker was astonished. "Firebrand...did you just call her...'mother'?"
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"There just might be..." Tyrande said quietly.
"Let us move on and get this over with quickly." Furion suggested.
Illidan was hesitant to speak. "Flameseeker, Firebrand,...You...are both my children."
Their eyes widened at his words.
"Do-do you mean that we are brother and sister?" Firebrand questioned.
Maiev sighed. "Not fully. Half..."
"Because my mother was Naisha...she used to be a warden, until she gave birth to me. Your mother here, lowered her rankings as a general to a captain, which meant that at her best, she could only be a huntress." explained Flameseeker. All of his harshness was directed to Maiev.
"She appears to be nice enough." stated Ragerunner.
Darksorrow chuckled, "Always stating the obvious these days?" he asked sarcastically.
"The word spreads fast around here. They say that she's a strong fighter. Being the only successful female demon hunter is already something for people to talk about." Sindweller told them.
"She's a skilled demon hunter and you can even feel a strong aura around her...yet, she's only nineteen." added in Ragerunner.
"Awfully young, isn't she?" Sindweller asked.
Painkiller joined their conversation. "I've heard that she's come from Outland. It's rumoured that the blades that she uses had once belonged to Illidan Stormrage himself! A rather strange girl indeed..."
Shadowsong looked at him suspiciously, "You've got your eye on her haven't you?"
"Damn straight."
"Not if I can win her over first, Painkiller." declared Darksorrow, with a smirk on his face.
There was loud hooting and clapping made from the others around them.
Shadowsong alerted them. "Well there she comes now, you two. Here's a chance."
"What brings you here, Firebrand?" Painkiller asked calmly.
"It's only you!" she exclaimed happily.
"What do you mean?" questioned Darksorrow.
"There was a camp of furbolgs nearby that needed to be dispatched and we heard your shouting and thought that you were another group of them. So I volunteered to go." she answered.
Darksorrow touched her arm. "You're injured."
She withdrew slightly. "Don't worry about me, it's only a little scratch..."
"What do you mean? It looks the wound is re-opened. Maybe it was from those shadow wisps before." said Painkiller. "Come on, I'll heal it for you." he offered amiably.
"No really, it's fine." she insisted as she was forced to sit down.
"Firebrand, there you are!" somebody called out.
She recognized the voice immediately and a big smile spread across her lips.
"Night patrol isn't over yet." Sylvos said with a smirk. "Come on, if you're really that bored, I can show you the stars tonight." He offered her his hand as he took one of her blades with the other hand.
Firebrand got up and took her blade. She smiled sweetly at Sylvos, "I'd love to see the stars."
"Painkiller, you idiot! You drove her away!" Ragerunner hissed angrily as they walked away.
Shadowsong sighed, "Not you, too..."
A group of night elves gathered in a circle around a small fire. Tyrande sat between Furion and a demon hunter. She turned as somebody lightly elbowed her.
It was only Furion. He directed her attention over to his brother. "See, Tyrande, sitting away from Illidan was a good idea." He joked as Illidan pushed over Firebrand, only to be shoved by four other demon hunters as they all laughed.
"I only wanted to find out how much he's changed, love." Tyrande replied gently. "Now let us start before things get out of hand." Two more demon hunters leapt in their rough-housing. The priestess sighed. "They remind me of Nightsabre cubs..."
"Everybody, please be seated now so that we may begin. First of all, ishnu-allah, to all of you. As you can tell, we've gathered in a Ring of Knowledge, and this is to get to know each other." Furion explained. "As tradition goes, each person shall stand up and tell us their name and a short bit about themselves. Questions will be asked later on. This is only for you, demon hunters, for you already know Tyrande, Maiev, Illidan, and I. Flameseeker, you may begin."
The demon hunter beside Tyrande stood up and spoke. "My name is Flameseeker and I am the leader of the Wandering Guardians."
Firebrand got up after Flameseeker sat back down. "My name is Firebrand and I lead attacks to defend Kalimdor."
"The rest of us belong in the Wandering Guardians. My name is Painkiller, the newest joiner."
"I am Shadowsong and beside me, is by brother Darksorrow."
"Sindweller."
"And my name is Ragerunner."
Firebrand shot a glare at the four elder night elves who stood aside. "Why did you keep this from me?" she asked through a furrowed brow.
"We--" Illidan began, but he was interrupted.
"Hunters, leave now." Maiev ordered. "Flameseeker, you must stay." Her voice was much colder when speaking to the young demon hunter.
"Maiev, you needn't be so harsh around me. It wasn't my fault that your best captain got crushed beneath those ruins. She also just happened to be my mother. You know who is to blame...you just don't want to blame him, do you?" Flameseeker retorted.
Firebrand spoke up, "Mother, why can't you listen to the opinions of other's first? Flameseeker is right, he is not to blame for any of this!"
Furion stepped in between them. "There is not to be any fighting when I am around. You can deal with this in your own time."
Flameseeker was astonished. "Firebrand...did you just call her...'mother'?"
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"There just might be..." Tyrande said quietly.
"Let us move on and get this over with quickly." Furion suggested.
Illidan was hesitant to speak. "Flameseeker, Firebrand,...You...are both my children."
Their eyes widened at his words.
"Do-do you mean that we are brother and sister?" Firebrand questioned.
Maiev sighed. "Not fully. Half..."
"Because my mother was Naisha...she used to be a warden, until she gave birth to me. Your mother here, lowered her rankings as a general to a captain, which meant that at her best, she could only be a huntress." explained Flameseeker. All of his harshness was directed to Maiev.
"She appears to be nice enough." stated Ragerunner.
Darksorrow chuckled, "Always stating the obvious these days?" he asked sarcastically.
"The word spreads fast around here. They say that she's a strong fighter. Being the only successful female demon hunter is already something for people to talk about." Sindweller told them.
"She's a skilled demon hunter and you can even feel a strong aura around her...yet, she's only nineteen." added in Ragerunner.
"Awfully young, isn't she?" Sindweller asked.
Painkiller joined their conversation. "I've heard that she's come from Outland. It's rumoured that the blades that she uses had once belonged to Illidan Stormrage himself! A rather strange girl indeed..."
Shadowsong looked at him suspiciously, "You've got your eye on her haven't you?"
"Damn straight."
"Not if I can win her over first, Painkiller." declared Darksorrow, with a smirk on his face.
There was loud hooting and clapping made from the others around them.
Shadowsong alerted them. "Well there she comes now, you two. Here's a chance."
"What brings you here, Firebrand?" Painkiller asked calmly.
"It's only you!" she exclaimed happily.
"What do you mean?" questioned Darksorrow.
"There was a camp of furbolgs nearby that needed to be dispatched and we heard your shouting and thought that you were another group of them. So I volunteered to go." she answered.
Darksorrow touched her arm. "You're injured."
She withdrew slightly. "Don't worry about me, it's only a little scratch..."
"What do you mean? It looks the wound is re-opened. Maybe it was from those shadow wisps before." said Painkiller. "Come on, I'll heal it for you." he offered amiably.
"No really, it's fine." she insisted as she was forced to sit down.
"Firebrand, there you are!" somebody called out.
She recognized the voice immediately and a big smile spread across her lips.
"Night patrol isn't over yet." Sylvos said with a smirk. "Come on, if you're really that bored, I can show you the stars tonight." He offered her his hand as he took one of her blades with the other hand.
Firebrand got up and took her blade. She smiled sweetly at Sylvos, "I'd love to see the stars."
"Painkiller, you idiot! You drove her away!" Ragerunner hissed angrily as they walked away.
Shadowsong sighed, "Not you, too..."