YES IT IS I! KJ! I can't believe you guys came here! What a mistake! oh well, now I can torture you all with my ficcy of randomness! Ok, now this is my first wow fanfic so... yea, understand that please XP Now, before there's any confusion
Ly'syn: Main Chick she's a nightelf. I'll give a link to her piccy when I actually put it on the net.
Anatherin: Main Chicky's big bro. He's 56.
Now I shall define my idea of immortal. These nightelves ARE immortal in my story, but that doesn't mean they're gods. They aren't. Their bodies aren't built to age to death, but they can still be killed by being stabbed, squashed, burned, and even poisoned if it's potent enough. Now, there is one more thing people may be confused about but I think you can pretty much figure it out yourselves. NOW ON WITH THE STORY!
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Introduction
"Anatherin!" I yelled. "Anatherin!" I ran up the tall ramp of Aldrassil, searching for my brother to show him the frog I revived with my priestly powers. I searched everywhere until I came to the graveyard. He was placing flowers at the foot of one of the newer additions...
"Ly'syn," he called to me gently. He knelt down, his arm outstretched for me to come. As I walked over, I could see his golden eyes glaze over.
"Anather-?"
"Ly'syn... It is a great honor to die in battle, but it is a great loss to those who live. This loss motivates the living to avenge their fallen comrads. To succeed in such vengence is also a great honor. Do you understand?"
I bowed my head slightly, releasing the frog in my light purple hands. He was explaining why he did this, why he fought. It was no longer to fight for what ever the allaince wanted, but to fight for everyone who died. In my young age, I didn't quite understand, but I knew he really wanted me to.
"Rin..." I said. "I will the greatest priest ever and help you fight." This made him smile.
"I know you will." He kissed my forehead and mounted his tiger. "Ly'syn," he called, "continue saving frogs." He pulled up his dark blue hair into a pony tail and waved a light purple hand before setting off to Darnassus to meet with the other warriors. This would be just one more battle in our ongoing war against the horde. At least, I thought it would be just another battle...
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One year later, when I was eleven, our warriors returned from the battle of Warsung Gulch. The handful that survived laid the dead, covered in white vinal, down around the pond in the Temple of Elune. Immediatly I began searching for Anatherin. When I could not find him, I tugged on the Arch Druid's robe.
"Where is my brother?" I asked him. His face saddened, not a good sign for me. He led me to one of the vinal covered corpses. "No... no..." I chanted. He pulled the vinal back, revealing my brother's pale face. "NO!" I screamed. I tried reviving him. I tried endlessly. "NO!" I screamed, over and over again. "Anatherin! ANATHERIN!" Tears clouded my vision, but I continued on. Eventually the high priestess pulled me away as two men lifted my brother's lifeless body and took him away to be buried.
"HE'S NOT DEAD!" I struggled against the priestess's grip. "DON'T TOUCH HIM! HE'S NOT DEAD!"
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It is a great honor to die in battle, my brother had said. But to avenge the deaths is a great honor as well. And avenge him I would.
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CmH
How was it? If I misspelled anything, sorry .;; The next chapter will be much longer, this was just the intro. Oh, and there will be a comical character aswell. ENJOY!