A chance meeting between Zen'Kila, a Darkspear troll, and Artion Shadowweaver, an Alliance Nightelf, leads to an unlikely friendship between natural enemies.
As their friendship develops, will they be able to navigate the many obstacles that appear...
The forest was old, older than the race who had called it home for thousands of years. Older than the armour and weapons littered throughout it; hastily abandoned in the heat of battle, or now serving as fitted tombs to the once living.
The forest was ancient and had stood as silent witness to many ends.
Thousand-year-old trees were butchered, cut down to stumps for blockades and buildings. Plants that grew nowhere else were reduced to charred ashes as underbrush was set alight to clear the land.
Despite the death that had become commonplace, the forest was still full of the sound of life if one had the patience to listen.
Squirrels chatted to each other as they scurried about in their never-ending quest to find food. The giant forest moths pushed the air with their wings as they fluttered to and fro. Even the silent stalking of the wolves and spiders added to the symphony of life in the forest.
Because the forest was old and knew the cycle of life. With every end, a beginning usually followed.
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