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REVEALING SHADOWS
Mur'ne's body was still sluggish from shock but yet he found himself gliding through the air. He felt like a spirit being guided from the world of the living into the great beyond. Slowly but surely the cool night air began to awaken his senses but as soon as he regained control of his actions the intense chill numbed his body, leaving him once again immobilized.
Mur'ne stared at the figure in front of him. The pale glow of moonlight had begun to undress the shadows mystery, allowing Mur'ne to gauge who his saviour was. The figure was of slender build, very tall and had long, untamed hair well, he thought, it can't be a dwarf. I wonder where it is leading me. The shadows continued to gently tug Mur'ne's arm, leading him past the snow-coated trees and through acres of glistening tundra.
Eventually they came to an abrupt stop and Mur'ne careered violently into the shadow's back, he cursed loudly, realising that he had been running this whole time
"Sorry" he whispered "I'm a bit dwarf-footed sometimes." As the shadow got to its feet, it giggled and Mur'ne realised that the shadow was female. The woman moved towards him, finally revealing her identity. When the light touched her face, Mur'ne found himself staring into the ivory shaded eyes of a night elf. She was gorgeous as most night elves were; her green ponytail framed her long and delicate face which was a rich purple colour.
She looked down at Mur'ne with a concerned look and he realised he was probably staring again. Shaking the stunned look off his face Mur'ne sprung to his feet and stood to face the elf, bowing in the process.
"I must thank you for saving me" he said, attempting to sound charming but his voice was so dry it came out more like a hoarse croak. The elf giggled once more and replied, her voice was clear and assertive but carried a certain elegance with it.
"Save your courtesy Mur'ne, we have more pressing issues to deal with."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. How do you know my name? Who are you?" Mur'ne questioned, concerned how this elf knew of him yet he had never seen her before in his life.
"My name is Shayla Nightbreeze." she said calmly "I was once a sentinel serving in Teldrassil but now I follow a higher purpose." Mur'ne listened intently, eager to learn more about his mysterious saviour, Shayla continued. "I lead an elite team of adventurers up in the Highlands and I want you and Khardran to join me." Mur'ne was shocked by this revelation, he couldn't understand why she would want to recruit him, he wasn't that great of a fighter and he was only young, there was still so much he needed to learn. He paused for a moment but then began interrogating Shayla.
"Okay I understand Khardran, he is a great warrior, a veteran of the Northrend War but why me, I'm only a mere tavern bo…."
"A mere tavern boy who just happens to be the son of two great magi" Shayla interrupted. "You are the son of Lilla and Anandor Dawnrunner, not that I'm a fan of arcane magic but I am no fool, there is hidden potential within you Mur'ne and I intend to tap into it, for the good of Azeroth." Mur'ne stood awestruck by Shayla's passion; she seemed to really believe in him and his parents. Were they really that special, he thought, am I really that special? Shayla did not wait for Mur'ne to reply but she seemed to gauge from his expression that he was considering her offer and began to issue him an order more than a request.
"Go back to the Distillery Mur'ne and speak with Khardran about my offer, mention our meeting if you must, just make sure you convince him, I have need of both of you." Mur'ne nodded his understanding and opened his mouth to speak but Shayla waved her hand for silence.
"Once you have done this you must travel to Ironforge, from there seek my associate in The Forlorn Cavern and he will hand you and envelope. Once you are outside of Ironforge, open the package and inside will be a map to my location and your future." Suddenly they could hear shouting echoing through the night air.
"MUR'NE!"
"MUR'NE!"
"MUR'NE! Where are ya lad?" The voice was distinctly Khardran's, obvious concern coated his speech. Shayla turned to Mur'ne and knelt down next to him whispering quietly in his ear.
"Farewell young Mur'ne, I will expect you in three days maximum." With that she leapt to her feet and turned to exit.
"Wait!" Mur'ne yelled "Who were those thugs who ambushed me?"
"Twilight agents." Shayla replied "Even they are aware of your potential; you have quite the reputation Mur'ne Dawnrunner." With that she smiled at him and disappeared into the night, like a morning fog that fades with the rising sun. Mur'ne sat in silent awe, there was a certain aura about Shayla which commanded his respect and admiration, Mur'ne was now feeling anxious. At last, he thought, my adventure begins. Mother, father I will make you proud. With that thought left pounding in his skull, Mur'ne turned towards Khardran's voice, which had again started to chorus, and sprinted off.
"MUR'N… Mur'ne! Thank the light yer safe." Khardran's face expressed his obvious relief for Mur'ne's return. "Where the bloody hell have ya been yer little sod, had me worried sick." Mur'ne ignored Khardran's words and simply marched toward his mentor. He stopped right in front of Khardran and stared deep into his eyes.
"We need to talk." Was all Mur'ne said before he began to make his way back to the Distillery, Khardran's reply came in the form of a snarky comment.
"Well aren't ya the authoritive one all the sudden." Mur'ne didn't seem fazed by the comment and continued walking, Khardran realised this and began to run after him. "Hey wait fer me boy, I ain't losing ya again."