Heya! This is a recopilation of various ideas I had while writing my books. Oneshots about Anime, Videogames, movies etc... Request it, and I'll do it!
The sacred forests of Ashenvale, a place where only a few dare to put a step in. Few like our hero, Y/N.
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Y/N is a paladin from Lordaeron, tasked with the mission of helping Jaina Proudmoore in looking for a new home for their people.
A deadly plague that turns the fallen into undead monsters has striked their homeland. If that was not enough, The Burning Legion, a group of demons destroyers of worlds have attacked their world once again. All in all, it was a very grimm situation.
But in desesperation, hope was founded. Jaina managed to form an Alliance with The Horde, a group of Orcs, Trolls and Tauren that work together as one single tribe. Y/N has killed thousends of these "foul beasts" as his brothers name them, yet he can't deny that, having them as allies instead of enemies are good news.
Jaina tasked Y/N with protecting a base while she and the orc leader, Thrall, look for a way to vanish the demons, one more time. He reluctantly agreed, not fully trusting the orcs. Still, the orcs are not what worries him right now...
Currently, the paladin is sitting next to a river, watching the scenary around him.
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The weird trees around him, the beautiful color of the water, the branches with lights on them, looking almost alien to the paladin. This place was very attractive for him. One thought passed through his mind:
"I wouldn't mind staying here."
The man, who was sitting down next to the river looked at his face in the water's reflection. His hair, his (h/c) hair, a little dirty by the time he spends with his helmet on. The scar he obtained on his left eye, made by an orc back when he was just a rookie...
It brought him memories of simple times, when he had a clear enemy to defeat, when he could stay home and protect it...
When no one could defeat Lordaeron.
???:"My lord, is time to go back."
A footman approached Y/N from the woods, wearing their usual armour, a little on edge due to the stories about ghosts on the woods.
