Into the Abyss

First off, I want to warn you that parts of this do not follow Game or Storyline protocol, the characters were designed YEARS ago and therefore with newer events in the game I want you people to know this was not at the time intended to be a Mary Jane sort of thing, however if you are a stickler for abilities and Canon stories, please don't judge me based on that alone.

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One would say that I was a fool to fall for her, to love her as devotedly as I did. I however disagree, she was the primal essence to my life, and I couldn't live without her suffocatingly sweet presence once I found her. We met in the filth and stench of the putrescence of Undercity, the gutterspeak of the Forsaken surrounding me. And then I felt it, I never saw it coming, merely the pull of magic that is within each and every Blood elf to this day, whether or not we can weild the mana that is being used. It pulled to my deepest darkest desires, the memories of old before the collapse of the Sunwell. My legs carried me to her weaving before my brain had even ordered them to, the extra speed granted to me because of my profession of choice helping give me an edge on what I soon found to be other of my ilk drawn by it. When I saw her, and her fiery red hair around her face, I could do naught but pause and gaze. She had the look of someone I should know, someone I should be familiar with, but she was young in her craft, a mage by the scent of it. But the way she handled the mana that flowed through her veins, one could almost see her hands weaving it into what I could only guess, her voice too soft for me to catch the chanting that was going on beneath it. However what I did notice was the circles of teleportation circling around her form, and it wasn't until I heard the last word before she disappeared that I knew where she was going.

Silvermoon. Oh how I despised that place of falsities and the world of self importance that had no use in the horde in which I fought in. However I swallowed my pride as I shook myself out of the stupor I had allowed myself to sink into, and took a look around. There not ten feet from myself was another male of my despicable race, his long flowing blond hair swaying as if he had just stopped from a full tilt run. His shining armor screamed of Paladin, the two handed sword strapped across his back only emphasizing his blatant show of class. I couldn't stand Paladin's, a healing warrior is what I called them, and tanks should focus on their fighting skills and leave the healing to the priests. Such a bitter taste his class left in my mouth that I saw him idly fingering his hearthstone, debating the same debate which I found myself in, whether to go after her.

Now a jealous man I am not, nor am I fiercely protective of what I feel is mine, I've never really had a reason to be seeing as how I kept my posessions within hands reach, however this...this woman I could not let fall into the hands of some young blond paladin who was sure to use the typical blood elf in shining armor charm. Ugh, the mere notion of such an attrocity taking place made my blood boil, and watching him begin the incantation for the hearth, I quickly coated my blade with the deadliest poison I had in my cache of fine poisons. My dagger was swift, as was his death, his blood spilling onto the harsh carved floors of the Undercity realm, mixing in with the lime green plasma that lit the underside of the ruins of Lordaeron. I stood over and watched as his eyes went dull, his hand spasming for his sword before laying still.

A cruel man I have been called many a time, and I own up to the name as my leather clad hands rummaged through his belongings, taking any money, and anything worth money, which included most of his weapons and a few bits of his armor. Quickly selling them to the nearest vendor, I made my way to the merchant tier of the city and paying the bat handler for a flight to Silvermoon city. She was there and I was going to find her, come hell or high water.

The bat wasn't exactly a smooth ride, its coarse fur chafting against my leather armor, the blasting winds of the eastern plaguelands rubbing my forehead raw, thankfully my mouth and nose were covered by the mask I wore more for vanity purposes rather than usefullness. Yes, vanity, I said it, I still happen to be blood elf no? And my long flaxen hair is VERY well taken care of. However I veer off the course of my tale, the point of the matter being that though the harsh journey, I still made it well enough. The scent and pull of the mana usage in silvermoon city could only be described as addicting, and the mastery of the fel arts left me in awe, sickening, disgusting, revolting awe. Stretching out my legs, I could hear the leather creak, earning a wince from my long delicate ears. The entire set would need re-oiling if it were to remain as I liked it, silent. With a sigh I let my long legs carry me through the front gates of Silvermoon, my glowing green eyes hidden by a hood. Thankfully since I still allied myself to the horde, I still smelt of the orcs and trolls whom I called my brothers, and the guards asked no questions. Should I have been an alliance, they would have attacked me at once.

My boots were not the only ones hitting the smoothly paved road of the elven city, in fact I was surrounded by the entirety of the horde, Each eager to see the re-opened brother of the long lost race. Some were learning of our arcane craft, jewelcrafting, an art in which I had fully perfected finally. However that was not my purpose here, though I should not have been here in the first place, seeing as how I had been banned from the city several years prior. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I thought of how, once again, I was here violating that order. Must've been the hundredth time I had violated this order, yet each time was as thrilling and exciting as the last. However this was not my purpose here, shaking my head I forced myself to focus as I whistled for the wolf. Watching his form materialize next to me was something I always found interesting, my mind at ease knowing my most trusted companion was safe in a stable while I was out slaughtering whomever I chose at the time, ready at my beck and call should I need him. And when I did those times he pulled through, his lean body carrying me out of danger with a speed I could only gawk at in amazement.

However now he was a backup, in case something should go wrong in my plans. As I mounted up, the stupidity of my most recent mission reached my brain, yet I pushed it aside, I wasn't exactly known for making the smartest of choices. Why my priest friend who helped me heal always seemed to call me a trigger happy rogue with a death wish, however I took it as a compliment as my outright ballsy choices usually accomplished my tasks. Setting the wolf into a brisk trot, I began to track for her whereabouts, following streams of mana to dead ends, trainees and worst of all men trying to seduce, well, men. Most blood elves weren't picky, so long as their partner was attractive to say in the least. Shaking my head at the latest she-man find, I caught it, the most delicate stream of mana being weaved, as if the one weaving were scared to do so strongly. However they had reason to, for if I remembered correctly, this was her, the fine tuned stream of mana only guiding me to the wielder. Had I been paying attention to my surroundings, I would have realized that I was riding right into the royal district of the city, and not only that, but to the Lord's home himself.

The abrupt stop of the flow brought me to my senses, and I had enough sense to dismount and lead the wolf by hand, my green eyes searching for her, I knew she was here somewhere. As I gazed up at the impressive building that was Lor'Themere Theron's home, I saw her, out on a balcony, gazing out over the square in which I now stood. She seemed to be checking to make sure that nothing had happened as she raised her hands to chest level and began again, the pull stronger this time as I watched her weave a shield, one made of ice. Ah, so she was a frost mage, one still getting the hang of such a cold profession. She giggled in delight as she expanded the shield around her body, her eyes watching with wonder as she did a small dance for joy. She must have been in her twentieth season, no more, the way she danced at such small accomplishments. However the next move nearly caused me to walk away forever, as I couldn't stand the man. Lord Theron himself and smiled at her, hugging her warmly and rubbing the top of her head as one would a small child. She was a bit old for someone so young in the craft, so I knew that she had been sheltered, kept aside in hopes she would not develop such talents, but she did, and now was learning how to wield them expertly. The minute his lips kissed the top of her head I turned my eyes down in disgust, only bringing them back up when I could stand to face the scene.

He had gone back inside, and there she was leaning against the railing on her elbows, a look of frustration and disdain on her face. So that must be it, Lord Theron didn't want his daughter to develop a talent that could in turn get her into the fighting world that we lived in, however she must have showed signs at an early age, but was kept under wraps. And by the look on her face now, she wasn't happy with him about it, as if he were still trying to hold her back. Her eyes passed over the courtyard again, this time falling on me as a brief look of confusion crossed her face. She stood up straight, as if to say something but was distracted by something behind her, and she disappeared from view.

The months that passed went much like this, me watching from a distance, waiting for her to get the opportunity to escape to another place, her frustration growing by the day, her talks getting more and more clipped and violent with her father, much to my appreciation. I had taken to staying at a sleazy inn just outside of the rich district, the drunks slumbering outside no more than commonplace in this seedy part of town, and I loved it. However when I came outside this morning, getting ready for my daily routine of observing, a green hawkstrider came barreling past me, my quick reflexes being once more my savior. When I looked up to curse the imposer upon my space, my eyes fell upon the ruby red hair, the hood had long since fallen back on her cloak, her delicate gloved hands gripping the reins of her mount as she raced it out of the city. With a gleeful cry I ran back inside, paying my tab and grabbing my supplies, hopping onto my wolf and taking off after her. She was fast, but I was faster, and a better tracker, so even though I caught her just on the outside of the city, she had taken a flight path onward. Cursing inwardly, I sighed and slowed my mount down, walking him forward and asking the Flight Master in the most polite voice I owned.

"Excuse me my good sir, but would you happen to know where that young lady went? She left the city in such a rush I had no time to give her back the trinket she dropped" I said in a sickly sweet voice, my body resisting the urge to vomit at the sound of my own voice. The handler looked at me for a moment, sizing me up I suppose. There was always something about these guys that made my skin crawl, they were tougher than they looked, and could probably kick my toned ass if I got into a fight.

"Now good lad, ye know I'm not allowed to tell you where other passengers are. However if I were a mage in that level, I'd be heading to the Thousand Needles, least ways if I was that young lass" he said a bit gruffly, looking at me a bit with a wary eye. I really couldn't have told you what was going through his brain, only what was going through mine. The flight paths to get to the Thousand Needles was a long and arduous one, not to mention getting over to Kalimdor. With a sigh, I nodded to the handler and paid him, taking a taxi to Undercity where I would have to catch a zepplin and go from there. I prayed to the gods she was worth this much trouble, though deep in the dark recesses of my heart and mind I knew she was.

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This is only a short story peeps, there is more to it I promise!

I'm just going to upload smaller chapters so its easier to read ^_^