Disclaimer: These ideads are inaperations, or what ever. Not original. I DO NOT OWN WARCRAFT! Owning itmeans I created it which I did not. So all those fools who say "You never have played it" PLZ READ THIS!


The week passed. It was now Emily's birthday. She had quite a few presents. Her father and mother had sent her a birthday cake. Henry had sent her a staff. A staff is needed to channel energy better and so with a staff your spells become more effective.

But what puzzled her was the anonymous gift. It was shaped like a sword. Thinking it was a sword, she decided to throw it away. But curiousity got the better of her and she opened it. She glanced at it.

"Wow" She thought. She decided to question Henry about this gift.


"Good morning Henry." Followed by a quick peck on the cheek. "Did you make this?"

Hoping to win her heart, he replied confidently," Yes, I made it."

"Oh really? I thought you were not good at archery. How did you craft such a good bow?" Gryphon said as he watched an arrow sail through the air, from one side of the hall to the other.

"I read a book." Henry replied with a bit of uncertainty.

"You lied, you shall pay!" An anonymous voice cried out.

As soon as the voice ended, stars began to hit Henry's sholder, followed by shards of blizzard. Henry groaned in pain but still said,"I'm not lying!"

"So sad!" An arrow streaked through the air and landed on Henry's arm. Followed by ten which also hit the left and right side of Henry's arms.

"Henry you sure you are not lying?" Emily questioned.

"I'm not lying." He angrily replied.

"Admit it, NOW!" The voice got colder with each word.

"I may admit it, but those words may not be sincere." Henry roared.

Slashes appeared above Henry's wrist.

"I take my leave. And dear Emily, take your friend to the hospital wing." The voice said. And then there was a ripple in the air.

Emily brought him to the hospital wing. The priest told her that he would have to stay until thenext day.because of his severe injuries. Emily left a bit dis-heartened. Today washer birthday and someone had ruined it all. She sat off for classes.

"Today we are going on a practice ranger trail. Fill your quivers and check your bows."

Emily took a look at her bow. It was a lightning bolt, with magically enchanted fire as the bowstring. Who could have crafted that? Henry was best at magic, so only could be have built it. But the bow was shaped in such a way the arrow was given full force. Henry was really bad at archery. So who created it?

"3...2...1...GO!"

Emily ran as fast as she could through the woods. Unluckily, she stumbled into an undead ambush.

"HELP!" She cried.

Suddenly, she heard arrows flying at the next moment, her undead ambushers were dead, each had an arrow stuck in the head and chest.

"Are you alright?" Alexander called out.

"I'm fine..." But before she finished the sentence, she was hit by a mana burn spell.

Alexander pulled out a bow and shot. It hit the invisible attacker and she heard a thud.

"Can you carry me? I feel very tired..." She blushed at the first four words. Apparently that mana burn spell had been unusually strong. It had burned up 50 of both mana and hp of her.

He made no sound as he lifted her. He dashed through a furbog camp, a gnoll camp and a troll camp without anything wanting to attack him.

"Why didn't they attack you?" Emily curiously asked.

"I have secrets, and secrets that must not be revealed." Alexander said.

They finally reached the other end, were Emily and a few others were being treated for wounds.


"Oh well, let us forget about this bow thingy." She said.

"Why don't you believe me?" Henry asked.

It was nightfall. Alexander was increasing his mana capacities and at the same time turning his mana into chaos energies. The result drained him and for the first time, he slept.

"It will only cause you to get injured, do you realise that?" She angrily replied

"So? You only need to believe I made it!" He retorted.

"Fine... whatever, just do not bring this up!" She screamed.

He left the room in frustration. His lied had not been gratified. Meanwhile, he saw Alexander sleeping on the corridor.

"You trying to steal my girl?" He taunted.

He shot a fireball at Alexander. Strangely, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed. Henry was not happy, instead more enraged. He shot whatever spells he had learnt at Alexander.

Finally, Alexander woke up.

"Thank you for your energies." And he disappeared.

Henry, dumfounded, went to his room. He could not sleep but wonder, what was Alexander doing on the corridor.


A/N:
Whoops! Seems like someone is not happy with my storyline. But I'm happy 'cause he iscreating constructivecritisism, hisusername being Sniper1250 or Sniper1260.(I can't remember, LOL)