Sin'Alah

Prologue

I hear a twig snap behind me. I swirl my bow around just in time to see the adult lynx a few feet away from me. It tenses as I string my bow. Its hind legs release, and the beast flies through the air and down towards the kill. I step to the left and release my arrow. It flies into the beast's body, and it collapses never to rise again.

I smile and take out my hunting knife. It's long and curved as most of the blades of the Quel'dorei are. It cuts the lynx's coat easily. I skin the beast and put the elegant coat into my bag hoping I can make some silver from it.

I clean the knife with a rag I've brought and put the blade in its sheath. It felt good to be away from the Rangers and go hunting. It's hard to believe I actually joined them seeing as I've always been a free spirt.

I jog off and carefully make my way back towards the town. I enter the clearing and see the lights of the well lit homes and buildings. The town is humble and warm as I enter through one of the side streets.

I see lots of people gathered in a circle from the street up ahead . I walk towards them to see what's going on. They are all silent. I push my way to the front and see something I can't believe.

A Elven boy no older then 30 stands in the square. His whole body glows with holy radiance. Wings come from his back as his long, blonde hair is lifted up. He appears to be over the dead body of something.

A dragonhawk hatching is in his hands, it's chest not lifting. The boy then touches his hand to the beasts chest. Its eyes snap open and it launches into the air. There is a murmur in the crowd as everyone gasps.

"He just brought that hawk back to life"
"How is that possible"
"Shh, look"

The boy looks around though the crowd. He looks pale and puts his hand over his stomach. He then vomits and passes out, flopping forward in his on waste.

"Don't just stand there! Help him!" I say as I walk over to him bending down to get a closer look at his features.

The boys eyes open slightly showing a white glow. His facial features are fair and has smooth, pale skin. I lift him up into my arms. His mouth moves slowly and quietly so I can only understand what he is saying.

"Thank... You..." He says then closes to his eyes.