Whisperwind

By Laundrin Reatin a.k.a. Shandris Albatross

Chapter 4: Scorching Twilight -- Sorry, I haven't been able to update in a while! -->

Epilogue

"Get them!"

Bellows a powerful Demon Lord. As from side view, the two races clash in a war. From day to night, night to day (and so on), they are battling. The winner is uncertain. Giants tower over purple-skinned people, well not exactly people, but nocturnal creatures. Everything looked like an army of ants from the bird's eye. An eagle swoops down and swallows that bird whole. There is war everywhere. The freezing and frost-biting winter stabs into the unnatural World of Warcraft's inhabitants.

"Hmm?" I turned over in my bed to squint at the moonlight shining in from the window.

Why is the moon so bright? I ask myself. Mother Nature replied,

"Your elders are clearly losing the battle. You must hurry to the Central Tower now! You are their only hope."

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Okay, so that was… Mother Nature? Oh whatever, I might as well do what she says, before something worse happens to me. I grab my sling bag and run out of the cottage. The dark looms near, my darling. It looms near. I clap my hands over my ears desperately to stop the voices in my head. The dark. HURRY! My darling. I slam the door open and hurry up the camouflaged stone stairs. The voices stop. With something like a sixth sense encased in my mind, I set myself to work. I don't know what I'm doing but I know I'm doing the right thing.

I concentrate my mind on the Orb. A light forms within it, a glowing light. It flows lightly and gently out of the orb like a strange force and flows out of the tower, like flying liquid. "It wants me to follow it!" I whisper. Well, I guess I should just follow these "WISE" and OLD spirits of the tower… The floating liquid drifts gracefully but fast. I struggle to keep up with the glowing force.

"It will restore our strength, our spirit and our might… the night is ours, Shandris."

The floating liquid seems to talk!

"What!"

"Yes, yes… It was here last time… Oh! There you are, Sister, you gave me a fright."

"Erm, Sir... What are you looking for?"

"Ah, yes! Here it is."

The floating liquid wrapped itself around an old, dusty brown book that seemed to have been kept there for decades, centuries or even millenniums!

"Tsk, tsk… I must be getting senile! Which page had the picture of the Tree - ?"

"Sir! Is it this page?"

Shandris snatches the book from him and turns to the middle of the book – Page Number 5011 and 5012. "Ahh, yes… you are smart! Young Warden… so you were chosen!" Shandris makes a small fake smile and manages to hold it for a minute. Then it fades. No one had ANY idea what she is going through, the pain and fear mixed inside her.

The floating spirit then says," You see this tree on this page? It is the Tree of the Towers. I need you to bring me there (at this point he added," You know how old and senile I'm getting!") And put me into a recess you will find on the outer surface of the Tree. If the spell works and we succeed, which we most likely will, then the night will be completely ours!"

I rushed out of the musty building and heaved a sigh of relief. But, the war is not over. We need to help them. So, where's the Tree? Where is it?

I see a dark silhouette against the reddish sky.

"War, Fire and Torment are being released by the Burning Legion. We must stop them!"

I can't see a thing. How is this spirit supposed to help, anyway? He stinks! So I decide to feel around the outer core of the tree. Come on, feel a small dent, a recess... somewhere… Yes! Here it is!

"Here you are, old spirit, and make your magic happen!" Shandris placed the not-solid-but-semi-liquid-and-semi-gas-thingy into the small dent in the Tree, and it drifted, fearless, into the hollow and insides of the Tree. Though, it's a pity the not-solid-but-semi-liquid-and-semi-gas-thingy aren't paid to tell people the unknown mysteries beyond the magical World of Warcraft.

Prologue

I look on over the horizon.

The Scorching Twilight brings another day, a day of torment and anger.