World of Warcraft One Shot

The grey owls flew overhead as you walked through the gates of Darnassus. The ancient ones, hulking beasts standing over a hundred feet tall guarded the entrance. They resembled monstrous trees with ginormous tusks, they're presence somehow calmed you. This was your first visit into the night-elf land, as a travelling merchant, the wonders of Azeroth surprised you more and more with every new location visited.

The hustle and bustle of the capital was very unexpected, hundreds of people of all creeds rammed into the central island, bartering and challenging the auctioneers as they sold mysterious and magical wares to all sorts of travellers and people. Unfortunately for you, buying and selling was not the reason for your visit, whilst wandering through the small towns and settlements surrounding the capital, you had been struck down by a group of lowlife bandits who had taken your wares and left you for dead.

A large bloodstain marked your side and leaked onto your tabard as you stumbled into the city. You had barely made it across the threshold before collapsing onto the soft grass and losing consciousness.

You woke up what you presumed was a few hours later, but really you had no clue. You were no longer at the gates of Darnassus, instead you were lying on a long chaise longue with an elven woman knelt at your side, a bowl of glowing, turquoise water shimmering inside a bowl rested in her hands. A large white sabretooth tiger snoozed behind her on a bed of pillows, you had never seen something quite like it through all of your travels. Nothing quite as big anyway.

"Ah..." she remarked "you are finally awake?" Her eyes shone a luminous blue, akin to the water in the bowl. Her flowing teal hair was tucked behind her long, pointed ears and her pale lilac skin basked in the pool of liquid in her hand.

"Do not worry traveller, your injuries are only cosmetic. You have no permanent damage. You will be on your way soon enough."

"I am sorry, who are you?" The woman stopped bathing the grievous looking wound and stood up, wiping her hands on her silken, white dress.

"My name is Tyrande Whisperwind, high priestess of Elune and leader of these people. You are in the Temple of the moon. You are lucky, I do not normally help outsiders, but something about you caught my eye. Tell me stranger. What is your name?"

She placed the bowl on a small table that sat at your side and grabbed a handful of bandages, they stung as they were tightly wrapped around your chest.

"I'm y/n, I will not stay here long, I intent to be gone by tomorrow, if you will allow me to stay such a time."

"You are welcome to stay as long as you need to, but it should not take long for you to be back at full strength."

You sat up on the bed, your side burnt and ached.

"Do not think of going yet Y/N... you are not capable." She nodded towards the large beast that lay asleep. "That is Ash'Alah, he will make sure you stay."

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Written by Aaron.