Hey guys! Okay, so first of all, I am a casual WoW player, so please forgive me if I get any details wrong. I'm not crazy familiar with the WoW storyline, I just thought this would be fun to write.
Second, I am new to writing! Very sorry if my style is totally beginner.
I also do not own WoW or anything to do with WoW; only my OCs. I hope you enjoy! 3
She ran. Faster. Faster. To the point where she could no longer breathe anymore. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire; her heart as if it would burst out of her chest. The cut on her cheek was aching and bleeding heavily. Even so. She wouldn't look back. No, that would just distract her, slow her down. And that was something she could not afford. Not when her life was about to be taken away from her. The only comfort she had was that the road seemed to be heading steadily north, and she couldn't hear any sort of pursuit behind her.
Focusing only on moving her legs, she did not even catch a glimpse of what was ahead. The atmosphere was changing rapidly all around her; she was no longer surrounded by the orange glow of the Eastern Plaguelands. Instead, it grew dark. She felt a shudder run through her, and almost immediately, it was as if the energy was leaving her body. She knew where she was. Her expensive, fancy, over-the-top education had covered geography thoroughly, and she knew she should not be here. The Ghostlands were not a safe place for an Alliance hero's eighteen-year-old daughter with practically no self-defense experience to be in. But she could not turn back. Frankly, she'd rather die at the hands of the Horde than the horror that awaits her back at Light's Hope Chapel.
A bit further down the road, she was no longer alert. The exhaustion, fright and stress took hold. She could see a large spire just up ahead and decided this was as far as she could get. She was only stumbling at this point. The air felt so old and thick that she was struggling to get oxygen. It seemed that because of this lack of oxygen in her brain, that she was so calmly and eagerly making her way to the spire. Anyone in her position should be scared out of their minds. Not her. She needed to get away, where no one would find her.
As she approached the spire, almost immediately her path was intercepted by two blood elf guards. Their armor bright red, hair golden blonde, contrast to the black and dim environment around her. She immediately knew that she has now fallen into the hands of the Horde. All she could pray for now was a quick death. This was better. The two guards, upon realizing that the intruder was not some undead creature typically found roaming the Ghostlands, momentarily had plain shock on their features. Before them stood a young girl. A human. It was not unheard of for Alliance forces to try and attack Silvermoon City. But the state of this girl was a first for them.
She raised her head and looked at their blades. They were beautiful. Sharp. This was all she could ask for. And so, she pleaded weakly to the guards, "please... kill me," before her energy finally gave out and everything turned darker than the land that surrounded her. She collapsed into an unconscious state at their feet.
Thanks so much for reading. 3 The next chapter will be much longer. This was more of a "set the scene" kind of chapter.