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Ehlissa's Story - Wow Fan fiction

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I The Tree  

For a nightsabre, it was small. Not a runt, but not large by any standard. 
It eyed the tree from below, perfectly silent and still as if a statue 
perfectly chiselled from black basalt. Suddenly she lunged, straight up, 
her powerful claws digging through the bark deep into the tree. Up she 
climbed into the bough of the tree and out of sight. Emerging from the 
thick canopy of leaves, not a cat but a night elf, slender and pale.

Slowly, purposefully she stepped out onto a thick branch, bereft of leaf, 
and open to the suns light. She squinted as her eyes tried in vain to 
adjust to the bright light. Her naked body shone in an unearthly glow as 
the warm penetrating rays of the sun began to burn at her delicate, pale 
skin. The night elf knelt down on the branch and held her arms out slightly 
to her sides, taking in the the heat and the pain that the sunlight brought 
to her. Tears rolled down her cheek in slow cadence, as if they were 
mindful of the sting they brought to her blistering skin. 

It did not take long for her to burn a bright red, skin blistered and 
cracked under the sunlight. She would whimper, she would sob, but she did 
not move, did not retreat from her vigilance until she had played the 
entire scene out in her head as she did every year on this day, in this 
tree. A distant memory played out a theatre of pain one day of each year 
for most of her life. 

Finally the night elf cried out, her voice high and shrill. It was a 
painful cry but nothing any physical harm could have inspired. This cry 
came from a wound in her soul, her inner essence. It called out in a chorus 
so dark, so tormented, yet so defiant. Defiant not only of the pain 
etched on the heart of her soul, but the need for remembrance, and for 

The memory had come and gone, the last ounce of emotion drained from the 
night elf. Her shriek finally fell silent across the forest top. She stood and 
retreated backwards, slowly, painfully into the welcoming darkness of
the canopy of her tree. The nightsabre once dark and preened to perfection, 
its coat now tattered and matted, leapt from the tree and ran. She ran and 
she ran ignoring anything and everything around her. 

From Astrannar to Maestra's Point and further she ran. Coming to rest under 
a young Silverleaf bush, she sat and cried. A brilliant flash of starlight 
and the nightsabre was again a naked, sobbing night elf alone in a forest 
that held equal parts pain to happiness. Pulling her kness under her chin, 
the night elf rested her head there and cried her self quietly to sleep in 
spite of her painful skin. The dream-memory that would come as it does 
again and again, would comfort her a bit. At least she would again get to 
see the faces of those she loved, those she lost forever that day so long 
ago... and the face of the one who took them from her. 

"Ehlissa, why do you do this to yourself? Every year you torture yourself 
like this. Why?" asked Yimmar 

Ehlissa stirred from her sleep, her naked body blistered from the sun. 

"Huh, what?" was the best she could muster 

"Every year I find you here, in this exact spot, no clothes, your skin all 
red and burned like some freak! Why?!?"

"I've never told you what happened to my sister and I... I'm sorry Yimm. 
You're the closest person to me I have left, like a brother and a father 
and I've never told you anything. But the Horde threatens once again, we 
find ourselves stalking them and likewise being stalked. So I guess before 
these times darken even more, I should tell you what happened on this day 
so many years ago... 

To be continued...

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II The Picnic 

"I remember it vividly, as if it were only yesterday. My sister Ahnnisa and 
I were playing in the woods, just young girls we were. A picnic! Honey cakes, 
cinnamon flat breads, brandywine tea, we loved to picnic in the spring. 
We were just finishing our tea when Ahnnisa hushed 

"Listen, Ehlissa, listen... shh now and listen... do you hear that?" 

And we listened but heard nothing. 

"I don't hear anything, silly. You're playing games again." I said. 
"No! Listen..." She interrupted. 
"Do you hear the birds or the crickets or the other sounds the forest 

We listened but did not hear them, and we began to be afraid, very afraid. 
But before we could think about why we were afraid, the forest began to 
make terrible sounds like we had never heard before. Metallic sounds, 
banging sounds, and then screaming and shouting. The next thing I knew I 
was holding Ahnnisa, her arms wrapped so tightly around me I could hardly 
breathe. We were holding each other for dear life, shivering and jumping 
with each round of screams. 

Suddenly, three green-skinned, pig-faced creatures had rushed out of the underbrush 
at us. Ugly creatures, their visages twisted and distorted with hateful 
stares. But they were knocked to the ground as a large nightsabre pummeled 
them one by one. Out just beyond the tree line I saw a lone hunter. Mess 
with a night elf? Not these three ever again. The hunter began launching 
his arrows furiously at the three. 

But as the cat was flattening the second creature, we later learned to call 
them orcs - the last one cried out in a high pitched squealing voice. By 
the time the nightsabre had dropped the second orc and turned his 
attention, and claws, to the last one - others, larger, with swords and 
axes came rushing from the forest. Ahnnisa and I could not move, frozen in 
fear. We sat and watched, each squeezing the breath out of the other slowly 
as we clung to each other desperately. 

The hunters cat was a powerful nightsabre. He was tossing orcs aside left 
and right, slashing this one here, flattening that one there. But there 
were so many, and they just kept coming. Soon there were three 
exceptionally large orcs all on top of him at once trying to hold him down. 
The other smaller orcs were hitting him with clubs and tree branches and 
rocks, anything they could get their grimy little hands on. Some of them 
turned and noticed Ahnnisa and I. 

They dropped their weapons and started rubbing their hands together and 
grinning, it was horrible. I still have nightmares; the disgusting looks in 
their eyes, the saliva dripping from their black tongues and yellow 

To be continued...

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III The Warlocks  

They wanted to eat us, we were sure of it! But just as the orcs were coming 
up on my sister and I, four heavily armored men burst out of the wood. 
Without hesitation, as in one single movement, the men waded through the 
orcs turning and slashing and bashing and swinging. They moved like a 
single entity with a single mind. It was truly impressive, even though I 
was not much on swordplay. The orcs that were pinning the cat down jumped 
off of him in fear and backed up with the others. 

One of the men put away his sword and strapped his shield to his back. I 
thought he was going to fight them hand to hand. I remember Ahnnisa 
whispering to me; 

"Brave human, stupid, but brave." 

But then he drew a huge sword from his back, taller than my sister and I 
combined. He immediately threw himself into the crowd of orcs as they gazed 
in awe, and fear, at the blade. The three others followed him, one at each 
side and another behind. All moving as one again. 

Orcs were falling and piling up. It looked like these men would waste them 
all without any trouble, until a strange cracking sound filled the air, and 
the lead human was engulfed in a violet explosion of sorts. He couldn't move 
at all, as if stunned by the power he was enveloped in. Ahnnisa whispered 
into my ear, and pointed. 


To be continued...

Edited by nealio

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IV The Paladin  

Sure enough, just out of sight to human eyes, a pack of hideous undead
warlocks were weaving their hateful spells and hurling them at the men. The
humans were regaining their wits about them, but by this time they were
overpowered by the sheer numbers of orcs, and the barrage of magicks being
cast upon them by the warlocks. 

The huge sword now lay on the ground, the three large orcs were pounding
away at the human who once held it. The hunters cat was trying desperately
to keep them away from us, but he too was becoming overwhelmed again by the
numbers. The hunter was gone from sight, I looked around frantically but he
was nowhere. They just kept coming and coming, like there was no end. 

Thank the gods for mothers. 

Just then there was a huge explosion in the middle of the undead pack,
followed by another, and another. Mother had found us and was now
unleashing the full fury of Elune upon them. It was the first and last time
I ever witnessed mother like that. I had never actually seen the insides of
a creature before. She was literally turning these warlocks inside out. 

The orcs turned their attention to my mother as the tattered pieces of
bodies rained from the sky. That was all the time the humans needed. One
human broke free and grabbed the huge sword, and without breaking stride,
threw the blade. It landed perfectly next to the other human. He grabbed
it, and in one swing severed the orc on him, releasing his legs from the
obligation of carrying the torso any longer. 

But there were still so many orcs. And one of the humans was dead; we could
see his arms lying limp at his sides as two orcs were carrying him off into
the woods. The remaining three men were back on their feet swinging and
bashing, when the one with the huge sword began shouting to the others.
At once the two others rushed over to the hunters cat, who was still
struggling with five or six orcs, and began hacking away at those until
nightsabre was free. 

The human with the great sword broke off from the orcs and ran towards me
and my sister, sweeping us up in his huge arms. While the other two men
held off the orcs, the human put us on the cats shoulders and spoke in a
language I thought only night elves knew. The cat seemed to understand and
began heading towards Astranaar, Ahnnisa and I clinging to its back for
dear life. The human ran ahead of us, clearing a path through the orcs, and
as we made it free of the orcs the human grabbed the nightsabre by the
scruff of his neck, stopping him. 

He leaned forward and said to me, "Little girl, I am a paladin of
Stormwind... My name is Yitzhak Tovia... I will likely die here in this
forest today. But that is not relevant. You must someday find my family,
and tell them that I love them, my wife... my son... now go child... and
may the Light prevail."

To be continued...

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V The Chieftan

Roland’s limp body fell into Yitzhaks arms. Yitzhak lay him down gently on the ground, placed a hand on his chest for a moment, then stood up to face the orcs. Gathering around the two men in a circle, the mob of orcs pressed closer to Yitzhak and Aramand. Yitzhak and Aramand stood back to back, swords before them. 

“Paladin! I cannot keep this up much longer! And one of us must make way to Astranaar to warn the elders.” cried out the elf priestess Galawen Celeborne as she pounded the warlocks with her magicks.

“Aye” shouted back Yitzhak, “… and that someone will be you!”

Aramand pushed off on one foot and lunged into the orc ranks, hacking and slashing as he rushed in. Three orcs lay on the ground dead before the orcs could react. Yitzhak thrust himself opposite of Aramand, breaking the orc line with his fiery blade. Rushing towards the warlocks, Yitzhak began a prayer. A flash of light burst from his hand and into the midst of the remaining warlocks, blinding them.

“Run now, warn Astranaar and protect your children, run like the cheetah!” Yitzhak yelled.

Galawen let loose a final incantation then turned to run, leaving a rain of gleaming shards of light upon the few warlocks that remained.

“I will come back paladin, Elune hold you... Uther guide you... I will be back!” she shouted as she ran.

Yitzhak turned back now to the orcs, many rushing towards him already. Steadying his stance, Yitzhak braced himself. His sword glowing in his hands Yitzhak whispered a silent prayer to the gods for the elf priestess. As the first orc neared, he could see in the distance Aramand’s body being dragged into the woods.

“For Aramand…” Yitzhak mumbled as he cut down the first orc as it leapt towards him. “For Roland…” as the next orc fell…

Yitzhak swung the blade back and forth, orcs lunging from all directions.

“For light…”

Galawen ran just as fast as she could. Each tree, each bush she recognized as she made her way back to Astranaar. This was her home, she grew up here. She knew every inch of its lush green beauty. There was no place for orcs in her forest.

A sound distracted her, and she stopped running. An unfamiliar sound, a deep rumbling growl. But before she could react, have time to even think, Galawen found herself knocked to the ground. She looked up from the ground, and saw the matted, furry maned shouts of two worgs.

“Worgs…”she thought to herself, “at Lake Falathim? They could only have come from…”

“Orgrimmar!” Galawen said out loud, “But why would those be out unless..."

Then came a heavy, rasping chuckle.

“Ahs su nomiah ovoh taneema…” she whispered, but the incantation did nothing, her mana drained from her earlier battle.

Trying not to panic, Galawen slowly reached for her dagger.

The orc ogled her quizzically. He cocked his head slightly, his curled lip frozen in a snarl of a smile.

Galawen stood silent and still for a moment. Magicks drained, she could not defeat this menace. Between her and Astranaar, undead, orcs, and any number of hidden dangers yet to be seen.

“I may not see my babies again… but neither will you bastard!”

Galawen drew the dagger from within the folds of her robe and thrust it with all the strength she could muster.

Her blade stopped inches from the orcs breast plate. Her wrist cracking under the grip of his green hand. The orc grinned, releasing a chuckle as he pulled Galawen nearer to him. She let out a whimper, restraining herself with all her will from crying out in pain (she would give this orc no such pleasure), as she slid along the orcs wicked blade. Galawen hung there for a minute, impaled upon the orc warriors sword.

Slowly, relishing every moment thoroughly, the orc drew his blade back, allowing Galawens lifeless body to fall carelessly to the forest floor...

“Come on you bastards, I’ll send you all back to hell!”

Yitzhak lumbered over the corpses in an awkward dance. Orcs lay strewn about everywhere. He was exhausted, blood and sweat covering his hand and face. Maybe a dozen or so orcs remained alive now.

The orcs backed away cautiously. Yitzhak expecting them to turn and bolt any minute now. But instead, he was knocked to his knees from behind. The orcs let out squeals and howls as they lunged forward.

“Ishri gimel pro, lawk tcha!"

The orcs froze in fear.

Yitzhak rolled to his right and stood, his weapon glowing brightly in his hands. No sooner had he done this, Thrall stepped out of the trees swinging. Doomhammer met the paladins blade with a violent clammer. Yitzhak countered and tried to riposte, but exhaustion had set in.

Thrall was relentless, increasing his furious outpour upon the paladin. Swing after swing, Doomhammer was thrown at Yitzhak with the strength of an Orgrimmar Chieftan. Yitzhak found himself on the defense, barely able to deflect and parry the blows. Knowing he could not keep this up much longer, Yitzhak made a desperate ploy.

Ducking and rolling forward on Thralls right, Yitzhak hoped to place himself behind the orcs swing. Hopefully he would catch him off guard and in mid swing enabling Yitzhak to bury his sword deep in Thralls side.

But as he rolled, Thrall reached out and grabbed Yitzhak by the neck with his huge clawed fingers.

“Mallag tcha Orgrimmar!” muttered the orc.

A flash of darkness enveloped Yitzhak. Wisps of black shadow tore through his skin, beneath the plates of his battered armor. Yitzhak felt his heart stop beating, and turn cold, then… nothing. His entire life flashed before his eyes silently, abstractly, then slowly faded away to black.

“Chrenk rag dar boonjebt powladeen! Bahk tcha... BAHK TCHA!!!!” Thrall taunted.

But Yitzhak just laid there, his spirit already on it's journey to The Light.

The orc Chieftan sighed aloud. 

To be continued...

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VI The Color

He pushed the cat forward, and ran back towards the battle. He was there
just in time to catch one of the other paladins in his arms, dead. Yitzhak
lay him down gently on the ground, and then buried himself deep in the orc
ranks until I could no longer see him or his sword. 

We wondered about mother all the while we traveled back to Astranaar. She
couldn't keep up such powerful magicks for long. Where was she? She must be
waiting for us at Astranaar, knowing that we would be along shortly. And
there, as the trees parted, we could see the gates now; guards lined up
before them. 


We were on the path leading up to the bridge, and were expecting at any
moment to see mother run out and take us up in her arms. But suddenly I was
falling; Ahnnisa and I hit the ground hard. Well, I hit the ground hard;
Ahnnisa landed on me, hitting me hard. The great cat that had carried us
away from danger had expired, wounded from the battle and exhausted from
the run. We both broke into tears, begging Elune to bring him back. He had
spent his last ounce of energy to carry us home but now he was gone. 

The guards rushed up and swept us away inside the fortified town. But where
was mother? Why was she not there waiting for us? We learned later on why,
but at that moment, we were both just two lost little girls wondering when
mother was going to come pick us up and take us back home. 

The guards told my sister and I that we must stay near the inn. Astranaar
had been over-run by orcs and the inn was the only safe place. But we
wouldn't listen and at the first moment we bolted for our home. Mother and
father would surely be there waiting to protect us. 

There were fires burning everywhere and people running back and forth...
humans, dwarfs, gnomes, it was total chaos! We had to duck and jump and push our way
through at times. We finally made it across the east bridge and headed down
the path. There amidst the burned and burning homes was ours. Ahnnisa ran
ahead and rushed inside before I could stop her! 

The orc reached down and swept her up into his arms as she ran thorugh the door. She
screamed as he flung her across the room. Ahnnisa hit the far wall hard,
the resounding *CRACK* unmistakeable. I knew at that very moment she was
dead. I didn't see but I heard her as she fell to the floor. It was only
then that I realized; I too was screaming aloud. The orc turned his yellow
eyes and teeth, his piercing gaze, towards me. 

The next few moments are still a blur.. somehow I found myself in the house
just inside the front door. My hands were covered in blood, mine and the
orc's. It covered my face, my clothes, everything. I couldn't stop slamming
my fists into its head, the bloody mess that was left of it. The blood
seemed to leap from my hands with each hit. I remembered the color, as my
blood mixed with orc blood... the purple hue it took on. Just like the purple lotuses 
that dot the forests I call home. But then everything went black... 

To be continued...

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VII The Huntsman

The blow came quickly, silently. Ehlissa never knew what hit her. When she

"This is the best... your kind has to offer?!? You.... stunted pig-dog!"

The voice was gruff, raspy, and not altogether human. 

"Your so-called... 'elite' was just bested... by a child! A night-elf
child! An unarmed... female child!"

Another voice spoke up defiantly. 

"Let me show you what I am going to do to this child."

The heavily armored orc reached down and grabbed Ehlissa by the throat.
Semi-conscious she could not resist. Her body hung limp in his grasp. 

"You'll do nothing... of the sort you foolish.... thing."

The huntsman levelled his rifle at the base of the orc's skull. A
single shot rang out in the empty house. Only the crackling of burning wood
disturbed the fading ring, and then ofcourse the solid thud of the orc
slumping to the floor and falling over. Brownish-red orc blood flowed
swiftly across the floor in all directions. It mingled with that of it's
kin, still warm from the fire. 

"The honor is in... the hunt, the sport is the chase. Where my dead...
headless friend is the glory... in killing without honor? But I suppose...
honor and glory matter even less... to you now?"

The huntsman knelt down before Ehlissa 

"You still breathe my child... gooooood. I have a... special honor for

He took Ehlissa's hand and dragged her out of her burning home, depositing
her in the middle of the path that led up to the main road east of

"Hear me child... little babe of Elune, hear... me now. Come on child...
wake up and hear me..."

Ehlissa stirred, a soft moan. She could not lift her eyelids without great
effort, and even then just a bit. 

The huntsman smiled his best. 

"That's good child... listen to my words... to my name... for I DO want you
to... remember it. I am Kor'ach Ara'morgul... I have lived... and I have
died more times than I... care to remember."

Ehlissa could make out nothing but blurred shadows, echoes for a voice, the
ringing in her ears her closest companion. But she listened. 

"Easy child, easy... save your strength as you... will need it to live
through... this night. Rest now and have... the strength to remember me...
for if you live to see tomorrow's light... and tomorrow's tomorrow
afterwards then you will need... all that strength and more."

Ehlissa tried to speak, nearly passing out from the effort spent to sigh. 

"Shhh child... I am not your hero. Tonight... you have become my prey...
 my future hunt. In a dozen lifetimes... I do not know
that I have seen someone... best an orc warrior as you have. I have a
dozen... more lifetimes to wait for... you to grow, to mature. So remember... 
my name little one. Let it serve to inspire you... to become a foe even... 
more worthy of my hunt."

The huntsman stood and drew his red sash away from his rotting face. 

"This face... may likely change before we meet again child... but my name
will not. I am... Kor'ach Ara'morgul and I... will be waiting for you.
Until we meet again... I leave you with a... tiny reminder lest you forget
this night."

The huntsman pulled his large knife and walked back to the burning house. He
returned to Ehlissa's body, bloodied and bruised but still clinging to
life. His blade glowed an infernal orange now, points of white-hot spark
flickering from it. Korach pressed the flat side against her left

Her flesh hissed as the blade burned deep, melting deep into her sensitive
nightelf skin. Ehlissa screamed so loud, the pitch so high, that no audible
sound could be heard. 

Korach threw himself backwards atop his undead mount. With a flick of
his wrists they were off into the night leaving Ehlissa and the flaming
ruins of Astranaar behind him. 

Ehlissa faded back into oblivion, the name Kor'ach upon her lips. 

To be continued...

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VIII The Witch

"Okay, I still don't get it. Your house was destroyed, your family killed, all these horrible things happen. So you decide to burn yourself every year on the same day? I'm lost!" exclaimed Yimmar 

"The hunter gave me a mark to remind me of him when I grew older. He tried to scar me for life with his heated blade. He didn't realize the bond that ties night-elves to nature. We are one with the land, with the forest and like the forest all scars disappear in time. Within a year the hunters mark was gone!" Ehlissa responded 

"Ahhh so you come here, this elaborate ritual, to replace the scar somehow? But why here, why this spot every time? You always end up here."

"I just ran that first time, and here I ended up. Year after year I would climb the tree, allow the sun to burn my naked body... to remember... then run to this spot. It wasn't until years later I realized why I am so attuned to this spot..."

Ehlissa paused and looked to the ground at her feet. Yimmar stood silently, attentively. 

"After the huntsman left, I passed out. I do not know how long I lay there. Hours, days, I do not know. But eventually I came to, sort of, in a daze still but cognizant. I began to wander, aimlessly, without reason or direction. I ended up here, it was here that I first saw the purple lotuses. I knelt to pick one up, the color was so fascinating to me, mesmerizing almost. When I touched it, I noticed the color... the same color as my bloodstained hands... where orc's blood mixed with my own blood from my hands." 

"Then the forest began to heave and spin, and everything went black again. My last sight that night... was of the witch kneeling over me." 

To be continued...

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IX The Awakening

"Why did you bring her here?!" 

"She's too old!" 

"She's not one of us!" 

"She's already dead!" 

"She's too young!" 

"She doesn't belong here among us!"

"She can't see the lotuses!"

Each voice came crashing into Ehlissa's head like a raging kodo. She could not open her eyes, but she could hear the womens' voices around her, tossing their accusations like rocks at her. Each word leaving ripples of pain emanating outward through her semi-conscious state of awareness like so many stones heaved into a quiet pond. 

"Enough!" trumpeted the old witch 

"You cannot bring her here and teach her our ways Oma... she's not one of our own... you know this?" an aged voice said, more matter of factly than questioningly 

"But I can and I will..." replied Oma defiantly 

"We won't allow it Oma, it's forbidden for those who cannot see them."

The old witch left the dark room, the purple spirits of the other witches flittered about the room in an quick, anxious dance clearly at unease over the recent events unfolding in their home. 

The witch returned a few moments later. Raising her hand to the purple spirits, she said calmly; 

"When I found this child, half dead and half dreaming, she held this strongly between her blood-stained hands."

Oma, the old witch, held aloft a dark purple lotus for the spirits to see. The room fell silent, the witch spirits hushed. 

After a long, contemplative silence....

"She CAN see the Purple Lotuses?"

"Well then..." one of the witch spirits finally said 

"...this changes everything now doesn't it?"

Oma smiled softly, her aged face cracking under the strain. 

"I do hope so my lovely, I do hope so..." Oma whispered as she bent over Ehlissa. She began muttering below her breath in an unknown language, cradling Ehlissa's pale, blood-stained face motherly. 

Though she could not understand the words, Ehlissa's soul began to stir within herself... something was emerging... or more aptly something was re-emerging! 

To be continued...

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X The Coven

"The coven was formed, my lovely... ages ago, even ages before me if you can believe there are things older than my creaking bones!" Oma laughed 

"But why Oma, why didn't you sleep like the others?" asked Ehlissa 

"The Emerald Dream? Oh no lovely... that wasn't for us. You see when it was decided that we night-elves would help guard that realm from the demons, well... someone had to stay here and watch this one still. Who would watch over the trees, watch over us even?" Oma smiled her motherly smile, brushing Ehlissa's hair meticulously 

"Watch over us? But why?" Ehlissa turned to face Oma now 

"Lovely..." Oma smiled widely 

"The world blamed us for the demons... the humans and their alliance thought they could do better than we. Oh now I suppose there's something to it. But I don't know that humans or any other race would fare any better. We just happened to find the Well of Eternity first." Oma paused, looking past Ehlissa and into time 

"So anyway.. Lovely... Ysera the green dragon demanded the greatest elf druids to walk the Emerald Dream. There they would help guard that realm from the burning demons, the Burning Legion they were called. But a few of us... we knew elf kind needed looking over as well. The world was changing, everything changing. So some of us swore a secret oath, and channelled our remaining Well magicks into divination. We use that divination to warn us of dangers against our kind. We came to be known as the Purple Witches."

"The purple lotuses?" Ehlissa interrupted 

"Yes Lovely, the purple lotuses."

"So when I see them, the purple lotuses..." Ehlissa paused... knowing the answer already 

"Yes Lovely... when you see the purple lotuses, somewhere elven blood will be spilt ... and that's how we know there will be trouble in the forest." Oma finished 

To be continued...

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XI The Mystery

"But Oma..." Ehlissa asked anxiously 

"Yes Lovely... what troubles you?"

"I don't understand something. I know why you and the witches before you are able to see the lotuses. You were touched by the Well magicks long ago. But why me?"

Oma paused as she did often, looking past Ehlissa and into time itself. She remembered the days, uncounted hundreds of years ago when she and her sisters had partaken of the Well of Eternity. The ritual performed preventing them from falling into the slumber of the Emerald Dream. The self-imposed exile to Moonglade. And the night she found Ehlissa, battered, bruised, near death, cradling that purple lotus in her hands. 

Oma thought to herself, as many times before; 

"How could there be another Purple Witch? There were only a handful of us that took the ritual, that had willed the magick of the Well to our purpose. But there she was, laying there so still, so fragile and small... holding a purple lotus..."

Oma finally spoke; 

"I do not know Lovely, I have never understood. Somehow... you have been touched by the Well, somehow you have been joined to our visions. I do not know how. I only know that you are here now, and I'm not done with your hair so turn back around curious child and let me finish."

"Won't sit still for a minute!" Oma thought "She's going to be a handful when she gets older." 

To be continued...

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XII The Summons

"Wake up my lovely."

"Hrmm... what?" Ehlissa stirred from her dream-state

"Wake up it is time to go." Oma replied excitedly

"Oma why? Where? It's still so early!"

"Darnassus! You have been summoned by none other than the direct assistant to the Arch-druid himself! Never before has a Purple Witch been summoned by him. The Cenarion Circle in Darnassus have long frowned upon our coven for having avoided the Sleep."

"Oma... I have heard you and Keeper Remulos speak of the Arch-druid in Darnassus, bits and peices, and I know you are not fond of him but I do not know why."

Oma smiled a worried smile

"Fandral Staghelm would see our people restored to their former place, immortal and alive in the good graces of Cenarius' cradle were it his will alone to decide. Atop Teldrassil, he would steward over the lands while Nordrassil rejuvenated itself atop beloved Hyjal. He is a proud man and in his heart he would do what is right from his heart. The Kaldorei would be strong and united once more in guardianship of the wood. Let that not be misunderstood." 

"That sounds so wonderful. I should very much like that Oma." Chimed Ehlissa

"But to what end my lovely, to what end? How many innocents, elven, orcish alike, would it take to  fetch a fair price for such a thing? To force any outcome at the expense of so many is not the natural way of things, Cenarius himself taught us as much in these very lands we love and live in. And Nordrassil is no more, the demon Archimonde has severed us from our immortality with his killing of the World Tree."

"And Cenarius is now gone from us! Orcish blades the cause!" Ehlissa shot back quickly

"But his teachings still live with us, guide us... but for the moment we mustn't talk about this. Go get ready my lovely. Mathrengyl Bearwalker awaits and he is not a patient man, if there were such a thing. You mustn't keep him waiting."

"You WILL be flying with me Oma? To Darnassus? Yes?"

"No lovely, we will travel by road to Astranaar. I should so like to see Ashenvale again. Once there Daelyshia can arrange a hippogryph to get you to Darnassus. She has cared for them since they were gifted to us by Cenarius. Now run along and make haste child. We leave just before dawn breaks which will be upon us soon."

Excitedly Ehlissa set about preparing for her journey

"But why not fly? It would be so much quicker and the Arch-druid assistant is impatient? And through the Felwood? So dangerous. why would the Arch-druid want to see me? Oh who cares... I'm going to see Darnassus!"

Keeper Remulos' voice was stark and sullen

"I have my concerns Oma, you know this."

"As do I, but she has learned so much here with us. She can only learn more from Staghelm." replied Oma

"I have known them both from their youth, Fandral Staghelm and Ehlissa. I see within her some of the same traits I see in Fandral. Both are victims of circumstance in their past."

"Staghelm only wants what is best for our kind. And besides...Ehlissa is her own person."

Keeper Remulos paused before responding  

"Both are emotional, strong willed, passionate, and pig-headed stubborn. It could be her undoing." he continued

"She will make her own destiny in spite of us, in spite of Staghelm. She will not be undone by any one persons words. And I believe she will leave Felwood with much more than when she enters. It will speak to her."

"A wise choice Oma... if she survives. Keep her close."

"As close as a ghost mushroom is to the ground I promise you."

to be continued...

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XIII The Felwood

While the trip through Timbermaw Hold was itself short, the constant glares and ever watchful gazes from each passing furbolg left Ehlissa shaken, making the trip seem like it would never end. As his piercing, ever watchful gaze followed her Gorn One-Eye seemed to peer into her very soul. There was a marked sadness behind the stare of each furbolg they encountered. The lone exception ; Nafien. He alone, while apprehensive, seemed friendly enough to her and Oma as they exited the cave mouth. Ehlissa was glad for that as they left the cave and entered the forest.

But even that slight feeling of relief was short lived. Perched on the road looking down upon the breadth of the Felwood Ehlissa's heart sank. An audible gasp left her lips.

"Oma... it's dead..." was all Ehlissa could muster

"Nothing lives here anymore my lovely."

Ehlissa's eyes scanned high and low, far and wide as if searching for even the slightest bit of evidence to refute her. In the distance, a lone bear rambled about aimlessly. She started to say something but her words became a knot in her throat as the bear came closer. It's tattered, ravaged body seemed twisted in a cruel imitation of life.

"Even if it is not yet dead, in the Felwood nothing lives." Oma finished

Oma pressed her nightsabre onward. Ehlissa followed quickly behind. As she rode close, Ehlissa could not keep her eyes from roving. Every tree, every bush, every blade of grass yellow and brown, withered in decay. Every tree gnarled and twisted as if frozen in the throes of some macabre death dance. Every scene assaulted her eyes and senses.

"So many of these trees were my oldest friends." Oma said quietly

"But Oma, how did... how did this all... what happened here?" Ehlissa puzzled awkwardly

And at that moment Ehlissa caught her first sight of the green, bubbling pools in the distance.

"The Fel... the Fel happened." Oma replied grimly

A slight turn in the road revealed the gentle slope downward off to the left. The Irontree Woods lay before them pockmarked with craters. Each overflowing with seething, boiling green pools of fel.

"Oma what is it, the Fel? Why is it... how is it here?"

"Ashenvale was the most direct path to Hyjal my dear. So this is the path the Legion took as they marched towards the World Tree Nordrassil, and everywhere that the demons stepped the forest suffered. The demon Archimonde wanted to break the morale of the elves defending Hyjal. So he ordered his demons to destroy the forest thinking it would weaken our resolve and make his advance on Nordrassil that much easier."

Ehlissa listened intently while taking the entirety of her surroundings in. The sheer magnitude of it all was overwhelming, impossible for her to wrap her head around. That every single living thing from the tiniest blade of grass to the mightiest of the wood could be frozen in time, completely lifeless.

"While his armies continued moving north he set an artifact of immense evil and power in the middle of the Irontree Woods - the insidious Skull of Gul'dan. Made from the very skull of the orcish warlock - Archimonde was able to leave it behind in his wake to continue poisoning the forest of Ashenvale...

Ehlissa shrieked in fear and pulled back on the reigns of her nightsabre. There in a clearing, three ancient guardians stood in a circle forever frozen in their death stances.

"The three oldest, wisest, and most powerful guardians of Ashenvale my Lovely. The ancient guardians sensed the Skull, where it was, and what it was doing to the wood. They sought it out to destroy it. Mile after mile and for days they travelled to reach it, only to succumb to the vile Fel it emanated mere feet from where it lay."


Tears rolled down Ehlissa's cheeks in slow cadence one after another.

"Nothing could withstand the might of the Legion and their fel magics. Not even the mightiest the woods had to offer. It seemed the whole of Ashenvale, Hyjal, and indeed Azeroth itself were bound for destruction were it not for..." Oma's voice trailed off into a whisper

"... for Illidan..." Oma continued

"Illidan Stormrage?" Ehlissa queried

"Hush child!" Oma snapped, her purple glow turning a shade of vermillion

"Do not mention that name aloud in this wood, nor even dare think it if you know what's good and right. But yes it was he who destroyed the Skull ending the Fel plague's spread. But he ultimately consumed its power and the evil it contained - that shard of Gul'Dans soul that was inside it. It consumed what little remained of his elven soul. There on that very spot he became more demon than anything."

Oma stopped as several warpwood elementals began shambling towards them.

"We should move on Lovely. There are trees and other denizens that still roam the woods in pain and anguish over what they have become. And many have been twisted by their anguish in to believing we elves abandoned them and the wood to their fate."


"Yes Lovely?"

"Is that why the Timbermaw furbolgs distrust us so?"

"To an extent my dear yes. The Cenarion Circle and the Emerald Enclave work tirelessly to heal the Felwood today. But the wounds of the Burning Legion run deep both in the wood and in the hearts of those fortunate enough - if you can call it fortunate - to have survived the Legions 'Crusade'. There aren't many Timbermaw left. Only two clans remain untouched and untainted by the Fel. It can't be helped that they are untrusting of anyone."

Tears still rolled down Ehlissa's face as they urged their nightsabres on. Oma knew this was an immense burden upon her. But she also knew Ehlissa had to see this, experience this.

"Poor child" Oma thought to herself "I only hope I am making the right choice in bringing her here and not just creating another Fandrel Staghelm out of her in the process..."

to be continued...

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XIV  The Game

"You were one of the first of my Death Knights. It was even you who suggested I burn my own ships at Daggercap Bay... leaving my men with no choice but to stay in Northrend and continue my search for Frostmourne. A clever ploy indeed. Always the most clever and cunning. I will never understand why you discarded your saronite armors, your position with me, and chose your hunt over all I have to offer you."

"Lord Arthas we have... always been different. Your glory has.... always lay in.... power. Vengeance drove your... hunger for it... but I only... see glory... in the thrill of the... hunt. Where you... are empowered by the kill... for me it is the thrill of the chase..."

Kor'ach continued 

"You exult as... the King is toppled... on the chess board... but I take more delight... in the game itself... rather than the check-mate."

The Lich King Arthas smirked at Kor'ach's reply

"But you will never be the King if you do not TAKE the King old friend." Arthas said arrogantly

"Indeed..." Korach replied "But to be... the King is to live... in solitude behind rows... of pawns. And I prefer to... roam free...to hunt again... and again."

Arthas sat back on his throne, his right hand having a commanding grip on Frostmourne 

"Clever as always Kor'ach. Now go. Continue your hunt and bring me more recruits for my armies. The time draws near that this King step out from behind his pawns once more!"

Kor'ach turned to leave but the Lich King spoke once more

"Kor'ach tell me one more thing... the elf maiden you have with you. The young Kaldorei?"

"What of her... Arthas?"

"Exactly that! What of her... a curious thing that you would keep a living, breathing Kaldorei with you. Why? Why is she not yet turned? "

The Lich King leaned forward as he asked in sincere anticipation of an answer, his curiosity piqued

"I have my own ideas... plans for that one... A pawn in a future hunt... a chess game set... in motion long ago... But when I am done... I'm certain she will... become one of your... more powerful death knights."

to be continued...

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XV The Lumbercamp

The farther south they traveled the less and less the fel held sway over the wood, and the dreary ochres, browns, and yellows gave way to verdant green as the lush canopy of the Ashenvale forest dominated the space above the two elves. While Oma tried to distract Ehlissa with conversation she knew her efforts were futile. Ehlissa was coming home for the first time since she found her. A child alone and afraid, half dead but dreaming of a face and a name she could never forget. 

As they continued on, Ordanus, watched from high atop Raynewood Retreat. Keeper Remulos had sent word days earlier that the two would be passing and the son of Cenarius kept his eyes to the east and north watching, waiting. At the first sign of trouble he would send his Cenarion Protectors, the Laughing Sisters, and their blink dragon companions careening down the hillside to counter any menace demon or orcish. 

But today there was no need for such things. Today the road south bore only 2 travelers; the last of the Purple Witches and a crestfallen druidess. Ordanus signaled for his Protectors to stand down as the two elves reached the fork in the road. Without so much as a thought Ehlissa nudged her nightsabre west at the fork. Years had passed since she left her home forest but she knew exactly where she was and where she was going. But as the great cat began its slow march west down the path, a sound reached Ehlissa's ears from the east.

"Oma..." she whispered "I hear the sounds of battle! To the east do you hear it?"

Oma listened and after a moment put her hand on Ehlissa's arm

"No child, it's no battle. At least as you'd imagine it to be. Though in another sense it might well be."

"What do you mean Oma? I'm sorry but I'm really in no spirits for riddles."

Oma tried to smile but only a sigh came from her.

"It's probably best that you see for yourself my dear. But we must be cautious and careful lest..."

The sounds of chopping and grinding, hammering and banging became louder and Ehlissa, her nerves already on edge and short, burst off down the path to the east.

"Ehlissa wait now child!" Oma shouted. But it was too late. Ehlissa and her nightsabre were already at full gallop. Startled Silverwing Sentinels knocked arrows as she rushed by followed closely by Oma. Over the bridge of the Farfallen River's west fork they ran. Ehlissa had nearly reached the east fork by the time Oma had caught up to her, and no sooner the better.

The Warsong Outrider saw Ehlissa moments before she saw him. From his worg mount the orc nocked his arrow and took aim. With one eye closed, the orc focused on Ehlissa with the other from the tail end of his arrow's shaft.

"Skewered night elf for supper tonight." the orc said to himself with a smile as he took one final breath to steady his aim. But then the world disappeared in a flash of white light. The starfire came crashing down upon the orc and his mount like a boulder. Stunned, the orc screamed out in pain as the light scorched his skin and burned into his bones. As the light faded he could see nothing but a blur, and then another flash of white, followed by another, and another. Within a matter of seconds the orc lay dead on the path. Ehlissa slid to a halt a dozen yards or so from it. She turned to look behind her.

Oma stood in the middle of the path, arms raised above her head, the index finger of her right hand pointing straight to the skies. The witch was ready to call down the moonfire again in an instant should anything beyond Ehlissa move. Ehlissa watched as Oma's aura slowly transitioned from a deep vermillion back to a barely noticeable purple haze about her.

"Reckless, impetuous, headstrong faerie!" Oma scolded "You'll be the death of me by orc arrow or nervous breakdown if you don't learn to control yourself! And you won't be far behind!"

"I'm sorry Oma. I just sensed, felt trouble. The banging and the clanging, it reminded me of those orcs and the fighting that night... my sister Ahnissa... my parents..." Ehlissa's voice trailed off

"I know my lovely. But rash decisions and incautious, imprudent action is not the way of the wood. Look around you. None of these trees grew over night. They stretch up and out to Elune over time. And they ward off dangers and threats in their own way without foolhardy carelessness. Take heed to their example child."

"Yes Oma." Ehlissa vowed.

"Now we must leave the path and travel across the hills. What your ears hear and your eyes seek lay just beyond but there are more orcs and other hazards we must avoid."

And into the bush the two elves disappeared. The sounds grew closer and louder. sawing sounds, grinding sounds, banging sounds, until finally Oma put her hand up motioning Ehlissa to dismount and come close. Oma parted the bushes for Ehlissa to see


Ehlissa quickly fell backwards and cried

"Orcs! And Oma they're cutting down all the trees! We have to stop them!"

Ehlissa composed herself and began to push her way through the bush into the clearing. her arms already raising towards the night sky. Oma whispered a quick cantrip and Ehlissa was engulfed in vines and plant roots.

"Lovely what did I just tell you back at the road about impulsive actions? You are one druid against a small army of orcs. Would you take them on all by yourself?"

"If I must then I shall. Someone has to do something, anything!" Ehlissa shot back

"Now is not the time child, or the place."

"And what Oma, leave more of these trees to ward off orc blades and hammers in their own ways?"

Oma was caught off guard, her own words used against her

"She's right..." Oma thought "Young and stubborn as can be, but not wrong."

"You are right my dear. It takes a druid to get things done. But you are not ready yet. Now please, trust Oma. The time will come when the woods need you, and you will be ready to answer. The Arch-Druid awaits."

Ehlissa stood for a moment, seething as she stared at the lumber camp before finally answering

"Fine!" Ehlissa shot back angrily holding back tears. "I will go see Arch Druid Staghelm. But Oma I can no longer sit by idly in the Moonglade while the Felwood lay at death's door and these animals here erase my forest. This is indeed an example I will heed Oma."

"Lovely... I don't expect you would."

to be continued..."

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