My World of Warcraft Story

Chapter 1 : How it began

My Dad began playing World of Warcraft during the middle of Vanilla. If you don't understand what vanilla WoW means, you probably aren't meant to read this story.

Anyway, I was little then. Little-er. I would watch him play, sitting on the floor next to the computer and watching him "Be Epic" with his troll rogue. I enjoyed watching him play. I never got the courage to ask him if I could play, though. I think I was around seven or eight when I got interested in watching him. 

Eventually, I was walking around my parents' bedroom, and was looking at my dad's bookshelf. I could hardly think of a time when I saw my dad pick up a book, so I thought there was no harm in exploring. I came across a very thick hardback book. I pulled it out carefully and studied the cover. On the front it said "World of Warcraft." I decided I should try to read it because it had to do with WoW.

I am a book-lover, and have always been. I now adore large novels and that is what I look for in a book. Not an interesting cover, not a grabbing title, but a very large spine. Back then though, even with my love of reading, I had never touched a book that size. It kind of scared me, to be honest. I took the challenge anyway.

Hopping up onto my parents bed, I laid down on my stomach and opened the book. There were four authors, and four books in this large spine. That made me feel a little better, but not by much. I turned the pages gently and flipped to the first book.

"Day of the Dragon: by Richard A. Knaak."

I absorbed this and turned the page to being reading.

"War."

That was probably the only reason I kept reading. There were many words on the page, and only this word said to me, "you better keep reading." So I read a few pages, before finally closing the book, my head spinning. I had a horrid headache after that, vowing never to touch that book again for the confusion it gave me.

Of course, when I got older I eventually came back upstairs and pulled the monstrosity (okay thats a bit exaggerated. It's not even the biggest book I've read.) from its shelf and read the thing. The stories were wonderful, and I suddenly got very interested in a different part of WoW:

Lore.

I'm getting ahead of myself though, because that happened later on. 

After my encounter with the book, I continued to watch my dad play. Then the questions came. "Who is that?" "Why do you have to kill him?" "Why did that happen?"

My dad never knew the answers. He just shrugged, said "I don't know," and kept playing. Eventually I became very quite frustrated with this, but had no way to find out the answers. My dad didn't have them, and at that time I thought he was the master of WoW and knew everything about it. Eventually I read the stories, learned of the characters and their travels, but that's another chapter waiting to be written.