Disclaimer: I do not, and will never, own warcraft. Please send constructive critisism and if you don't know what it means, don't.


It had been two days since the fight. The teacher had always never been able to catch Alexander and put him in detention. The problem was, when the teacher was about to corner Alexander, Alexander somehow disappeared. The teacher, refusing to admit Alexander could teleport, continued this hopeless chase.

Alexander sighed. It was evening.He looked up at the stars. Dark elves, crafted for perfection, were nothing more than the ultimate war weapon. But as they say, power comes with great responsibility. His burden was very heavy. Protecting this school from the undead would be a hard task, even if he could cast starfall, tranquility, earthquake and tornado at the same time. His mana was limited, and with only 100k points to sustain his ultimate spells for an hour. His information came from an outsider, who had watched over him when he had been inside his ice container.

He went hunting again, this time he mapped out the whole area in his mind. He knew where a furblog camp lay, uncorrupted. He knew where to get gold, from an already destroyed undead base.

Dawn came, and he went to his dormitory to prepare for the day (again).


He came to the hall, and spotted Emily kissing Henry on the lips. He felt sick, but shoved his feelings down again. He would tell Emily something, something dark and secret about Henry when the time came. Today would be another practice session with melee weapons.

"Weapons up, and ready, GO!" They were now fighting troll assassins. Henry was hit by several arrows because he foolishly charged straight at the troll assassin. He hit the it on the chest but it parried and shot an arrow at his sword arm, causing him to drop his sword.

None could defeat their troll assassin. Alexander smiled secretly.

"Unknown wishes to fight the troll assassins."

"Your permission granted."

Alexander wave his sword around and charged. The arrows bounced off his sword and he plunged his sword into the assassin's bow arm. He then swung it toits neck and asked,
"Kill it?"

Everybody chanted, "KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!..."

Alexander cut its neck, blood seeped out but in reality, he had replaced it with another fresh troll asassin corpse. The live one had been teleported back to its camp.

At lunch after research period, Alexander


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