Chapter 2: memories
As I trained in ashen vale, I found a large rock. Covered in moss, it had a good height to be able to see far or nearby enemies. I climbed to the top and looked ahead. The sight was quite breathtaking. It brought memories of when I was young, at the stormwind orphanage.
"Ok children, time to go play." The caretaker said as she opened the door. I ran out with the other kids, and we walked to a tall rock in the northern part of stormwind. "Wow, what a big rock." Charles, a small 6 year old boy said, awestruck. "yeah, but it's too bad that kaychan can't climb it." Sneered Bethany. I always dreaded Bethany. Her and her little group of friends that always came over to me and would pull on my hair, calling me "the loner that should've died." It would hurt me so much. But I just glared her right back and said "why do you say I can't climb it? What if I can?" she looked appalled by my comment and said back. "fine, I'd like to see you try, you little piece of night elf crap." I grabbed on to the rock and pulled myself up, careful not to fall and make a complete loser of myself. When I reached the top, Bethany rolled her eyes. "yeah well I bet you can't flip off of it." I gasped. Flipped? I didn't have enough power to flip off of rocks yet. I'd been confined in an orphanage half the time, getting beaten or teased. I decided now was the time to show them I was no worthless little piece of shit. "ok. I will." I gulped hard, and did a flip backwards. I landed perfectly. The kids cheered. Bethany showed a pouted face.
I smiled at my self, remembering this memory of triumph. I leaped off of the rock and continued walking. On my way into anastarr, I saw some assassins beating a helpless gnome. This brought back a darker, scaring memory
"you little maggot, showing off like that and making me look bad!" Bethany snarled at me later that evening. She made a fist and brought it down hard against my cheek, sending me sliding into a bunk bed. I wiped some blood off my lip and stood up. "Bethany, you know you'll never prove anything by just abusing the crap out of me." Wham! Another blow to the arm. I expected that to happen. I stood right back up again, my right arm throbbing in pain. "given up yet? Stupid night elf." Bethany sneered. "you know it was a good thing your parents died. I bet they would've been ugly and worthless as you if they were still alive." That was all it took to make me explode. I took a small wooden sword I had made and continuously slammed at Bethany. A caretaker came in and broke us up. I was sent to bed without supper, lock in the room. Later that night, I had run away to ironforge.
I tired to erase the memory and continued running, the memories becoming painful. I found an inn in anastarr, checked in, and rested there.
Chapter 3 will be up soon. Sorry if it was so violent.