From Arreat to the High Heavens
"Malthael is vanguished. His broken body, scattered to the four winds. These dwellers of realms beyond... Give me a mortal corpse, anytime. But these leave no semblance of permanent death... It makes me doubt myself. Have I done enough. Have I truly, destroyed that which was bidding doom to our lives?"
"I've wandered, seeking purpose. The mightiest warrior of the realm... That rings hollow. a Warriors' life, is forever bound to wars to be fought. I have lived my life seeking for one. Now, the most crucial of all, has been won... And I'm empty."
"Sonya...! SONYA!" shouted a familiar voice.
"I am awake, Lyndon. What is it?"
"I'm quite sure I saw something, and I doubt whatever it was is coming to offer us dinner." he said, pointing to the edge of the woods, near which their camp had been set.
"..." Sonya rose, picking up her battleaxe, giving a determined gaze at the somewhat alarmed, yet a confident rogue of a man.
a Towering woman, seemingly with a strength of a dozen men, wielding a battleaxe as large as one, hair long and colored with the shades of autumn leaves, stood up, facing towards the woods.
There was a shining light. Possibly a campfire. Bandits... Even demons were known to inhabit this area. She grasped her axe with both hands, and waded into the underbrush. Lyndon, came along, readying his crossbow.
"Wake up the others." Sonya whispered, eyes firmly aimed at the lightsource.
Lyndon, hesitating for a moment, kept eyeing at the bushes, but Sonya rose her voice.
"Now. Lyndon."
Now alone, Sonya made her way towards the light.
The night was bright, moon illuminating the surrounding area with it's full glory. Stars shone, yet, the feeling of uneasy was insurmountable. As Sonya approached the what was supposed to be a campsite, she realized, it was nothing of the sort. The light wasn't natural. She knew this. No light would be so steady, not flickering in the least. She moved like a fox, barely making a sound. A talent learned in the long years of hunting for prey. Human, or otherwise.
She reached a clearing. Hiding in the bushes, she waited, looking for any sign of movement... Then she saw. An amalgamation of light. Of stars... Of dust... It was constantly flowing, changing shape. She rose, come over by a sudden feel of calm. She approached the form.
"What are you?" Sonya asked, lowering her axe so she only hung it by one hand by her side.
"I always wanted to build a tavern. A safe place for everyone to rest in during their travels." she heard a voice say. At the same time, the light, dispersed. Leaving only the moon to light the clearing.
"Leah." Sonya whispered.
She returned to the camp, her trip only harassed by the occasional woodland critter.
"You seem... disturbed." said an exotically dressed woman with blonde hair and a dreamy gaze, carrying an elaborately crafted staff.
"We will speak of it tomorrow, Eirena." Sonya replied to the woman stoically, gesturing towards each others' tents, suggesting everyone to go back to sleep.
Sonya slept uneasily. Dreams of her friend, Leah, haunting her. Leah's mother, and her betrayal... How that foul witch had stolen the single spark of genuine hope from this land, that was ravaged so by the war between beings immortal. She saw her own father, being struck down by one of the people she had saved... And for what? So that they could live happily, while all that matters most had been taken from her... Her home, her people, all destroyed in a war she had no part in, until now, and she had sacrificed everything for it.
Yet... That small tavern. An image of a tavern was drawn into her view. A small tavern. A safe place for everyone to rest in during their travels.
She slept peacefully the rest of the night.
((Sonya was the name of the barbarian for Heroes of the Storm, and well, my brother thought my original name "Anyka" wasn't good enough and told me to swap to the Blizzard's own name for the character.))
Might be continued... Depending on the reception, I guess.
"Malthael is vanguished. His broken body, scattered to the four winds. These dwellers of realms beyond... Give me a mortal corpse, anytime. But these leave no semblance of permanent death... It makes me doubt myself. Have I done enough. Have I truly, destroyed that which was bidding doom to our lives?"
"I've wandered, seeking purpose. The mightiest warrior of the realm... That rings hollow. a Warriors' life, is forever bound to wars to be fought. I have lived my life seeking for one. Now, the most crucial of all, has been won... And I'm empty."
"Sonya...! SONYA!" shouted a familiar voice.
"I am awake, Lyndon. What is it?"
"I'm quite sure I saw something, and I doubt whatever it was is coming to offer us dinner." he said, pointing to the edge of the woods, near which their camp had been set.
"..." Sonya rose, picking up her battleaxe, giving a determined gaze at the somewhat alarmed, yet a confident rogue of a man.
a Towering woman, seemingly with a strength of a dozen men, wielding a battleaxe as large as one, hair long and colored with the shades of autumn leaves, stood up, facing towards the woods.
There was a shining light. Possibly a campfire. Bandits... Even demons were known to inhabit this area. She grasped her axe with both hands, and waded into the underbrush. Lyndon, came along, readying his crossbow.
"Wake up the others." Sonya whispered, eyes firmly aimed at the lightsource.
Lyndon, hesitating for a moment, kept eyeing at the bushes, but Sonya rose her voice.
"Now. Lyndon."
Now alone, Sonya made her way towards the light.
The night was bright, moon illuminating the surrounding area with it's full glory. Stars shone, yet, the feeling of uneasy was insurmountable. As Sonya approached the what was supposed to be a campsite, she realized, it was nothing of the sort. The light wasn't natural. She knew this. No light would be so steady, not flickering in the least. She moved like a fox, barely making a sound. A talent learned in the long years of hunting for prey. Human, or otherwise.
She reached a clearing. Hiding in the bushes, she waited, looking for any sign of movement... Then she saw. An amalgamation of light. Of stars... Of dust... It was constantly flowing, changing shape. She rose, come over by a sudden feel of calm. She approached the form.
"What are you?" Sonya asked, lowering her axe so she only hung it by one hand by her side.
"I always wanted to build a tavern. A safe place for everyone to rest in during their travels." she heard a voice say. At the same time, the light, dispersed. Leaving only the moon to light the clearing.
"Leah." Sonya whispered.
She returned to the camp, her trip only harassed by the occasional woodland critter.
"You seem... disturbed." said an exotically dressed woman with blonde hair and a dreamy gaze, carrying an elaborately crafted staff.
"We will speak of it tomorrow, Eirena." Sonya replied to the woman stoically, gesturing towards each others' tents, suggesting everyone to go back to sleep.
Sonya slept uneasily. Dreams of her friend, Leah, haunting her. Leah's mother, and her betrayal... How that foul witch had stolen the single spark of genuine hope from this land, that was ravaged so by the war between beings immortal. She saw her own father, being struck down by one of the people she had saved... And for what? So that they could live happily, while all that matters most had been taken from her... Her home, her people, all destroyed in a war she had no part in, until now, and she had sacrificed everything for it.
Yet... That small tavern. An image of a tavern was drawn into her view. A small tavern. A safe place for everyone to rest in during their travels.
She slept peacefully the rest of the night.
((Sonya was the name of the barbarian for Heroes of the Storm, and well, my brother thought my original name "Anyka" wasn't good enough and told me to swap to the Blizzard's own name for the character.))
Might be continued... Depending on the reception, I guess.