I stood on the ground barefoot. The soil and blood was making my feet a bloody and muddy mess. I only had half my cryptstalker armor on. I had the tunic, legguards, and handguards on and my quiver and arrows slung over my shoulder. I darted through the dark, calm night and the forest's tall, ancient trees. Flowing through my veins was not only blood, but pure rage accompanied it.
I could hear the distant cries of my friends in the background. They were begging me to come back, or at least put more armor than what I had on back on. My only companion was my companion since I was 14. Emerald's black Frostsaber stripes were encased my green highlights and her emerald eyes were as determined as mine.
"Thank you for backing me up," I thanked. I could hear her rumbling purr vibrate through the ground. We slowed to a stop in a clearing. I flipped my head left and right, my short, teal hair lagging behind.
"Find out which way they went," I commanded. And Emerald stalked off into the shadows. I heard a leaf rustle behind me. It then hit me that I forgot my swords behind at the inn. I slowly grabbed an arrow and held it at my thigh. The creeping got closer, until I turned around. I grabbed the Orc and placed my free hand behind his head and rammed it into the arrow. The corpse dropped to the ground trickling blood which mixed in with my blood from my torn up feet. And then Emerald let out a furious roar.
I darted in the direction of the sound. I ran by more trees and over sticks and pebbles which tore up my feet even more. I darted into another clearing and was greeted by two trolls about 4 feet away from me. Not only was Orian my soon to be husband, he was my hunter mentor and taught me how to shoot at close range. The first troll with red hair ran directly into my nocked arrow, which I sent flying threw his head, at 7 inches away from the arrow tip.
The other troll, apparently female, charged at me. However, Emerald roared and rushed over her head and grabbed her green hair. Emerald continued to tug and yank at her hair, bringing the towering troll to the ground. Emerald then proceeded to rip the troll's throat out, staining the grass with blood. Emerald glanced at me.
She charged directly at me. Confused, I ducked. Emerald leaped over me. I turned around to see the event, horrific and misfortunate, play out. The Tauren released the arrow which soared in my direction and I closed my eyes to brace for the impact but it didn't come. Instead, Emerald's paws touched the ground before the arrow hit me and the arrow struck Emerald in the back. If the previous events weren't enough to piss me off, this kicked me overboard. I grabbed the arrow out of my quiver and glared at the Tauren evilly.
Scared, he turned to ran. However, being a giant cow slowed him down, but this gave me plenty of time to charge and stab the arrow in his back. I grabbed another one, swiftly and angrily, and jammed it in the Taurens left arm. He let out a moo of agony. I used the arrow in his arm to flip him around, yanking the arrow out afterwards. I used the same arrow to butcher his wrist until I thought I had severed the vein. Then I shoved it into where I supposed its trachea would be.
I darted to Emerald's side. She was lying on the ground, breathing heavy. I stroked her as I tried to find the arrow. When I found it, I didn't want to believe it was where it was. Emerald's time in Azeroth was limited. I felt hot tears stream down my face. Her rough tongue licked my hand as if to tell me it was alright. I stroked her head, crying madly, as she passed from this world to the next. And that's when I felt what little composure I had left slip from me. I slumped down on her still soft fur and sobbed, heavily and uncontrollably, for a minute or two. I heard it in the distance, clanging and ringing of swordplay or a sword fight. I looked in its direction and back at Emerald.
"Go," I heard come from the shadows, "Go help him. We'll take Emerald back and we can have a funeral for her when you two come back." A night elf with short wispy blue hair appeared. Two blue wispy strands met in the back to form a braid.
"Eris," I said the rogue's name. But he broke me off.
"It's alright," he interrupted, "Emerald is safe with me. And Core is on his way. Buck is coming, too. Buck, being a gnome, couldn't keep up with us and Core's fat ass got tired so he 'opted to stay behind to wait for Buck' he said." I bit my lower lip and stood up. I slung my quiver and bow over my shoulder.
"Thank you, Eris," I thanked.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not a big deal. And I am really sorry," he apologized. "Oh, and Core, being the brotherly figure he is, wanted us to bring these." He threw a belt with two swords sheathed away at me. I clipped it around my center and let the swords dangle at their regular, homey spot on my legs.
Fighting back tears, I managed to choke out, "Thank you. Thanks to all of you. " And then I darted off to the clanging and the singing of swords, to help Orian.