~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~

It took a couple days for me to accept my fate. I was a murlock. A black, scaly, slimy looking man-fish with rows of yellow teeth and three sets of eyelids. Yes, three. The pads of my 'hands' and the soles of my flippers had tiny little hooks on them that made running and climbing quite easy – though I missed having hair.

Every time I tried to enter a town the guards would see me and come a-running with swords flashing. Only some garbled junk of a language escaped my throat. I sounded like I was downing in nothing.

Eventually I gave up trying to communicate my former status as a member of the Blood Elf race (Is that such a bad thing? They're all so … entitled. Like they own all the brushes and centerpieces in the world!) I resigned myself to being a right and proper merloc! But to find other murlocs amongst whom I could dwell…?

So there I was in the Ghostlands. I remembered once upon a time this place was an exact twin to Eversong Wood; so beautiful then and now overrun with Scourge and plagued beings of all kinds. Along the coast there were known to be some murlocs. Perhaps they would not mind having me amongst their number?

The journey was harrowing and dare I say long? But I managed, with grace and finesse, to make my way from the graveyard outside Tranquillien down to the infested coastline. Ok, that's a lie. I ran screaming like a little boy from one end of the map to another. The undead are absolutely horrid looking! There was no way I was going to let one put it's hand on me… it might mess up my – oh, wait… I don't have hair anymore. Sadness!

With much sulking and heartfelt sorrow at the loss of my beautiful tresses, I arrived at the coast. There in the distance towered the dwelling of my murloc brothers and sisters! Somewhere between proper structures and dilapidated ruins, the driftwood houses reminded me a great deal of the architecture of the Amani… hm.

And so I sally forth in search of their leader. Upon approaching the first of the white skinned beasts, he flicked a cold fishy eye in my direction. He only hesitated a moment before the razor sharp red spines on his back shot strait up like an angry cockatiel and he charged me!

"Mrrwgglglrrr!"

"OH GODS SAVE ME!" Ts what I meant to say. My reply was something like "MRGGLLWLLGGGL!" A lesser man would never admit to running away from a fight- but a lesser fish-man would!

Then more came, roused by the cry of their enraged brother.

~*~ Author's Notes ~*~

This is as far as I got with this story. I had an ambitious plan to recreate famous faerie tales into the Warcraft Online game universe. I even jotted down over two dozen possible story outlines that included everything from the story behind the 'bone lovers' in the beds in Kara, the story of a Succubus who lost her groove and a romance involving Black and Blue dragons.

Writing this fell by the wayside as I started getting deeper into other writing projects.

One day I want to come back and finish this (surprise ending that ties into 'Cat in the Bag: the Druid Pawn') but until then I decided to post what I had after almost a year and no further progress.