Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Chapter 2

~Erro's POV~

My mother had met my father just a few days before Illidan was locked away under Mount Hyjal. A couple days after he had his eyes burned away and the arcane sigils burned into his skin by Sargeras. 

My mother told me when I was born, I had faint, light markings on my skin, ones that looked similar to my father's. I have green and amber eyes, a mixture of my father's. They were green on the outside and a pale amber on the inside. I have my father's dark blue, long hair, and I often keep it in a long braid over my shoulder. The same style many night elven hunters use. I am taller than most other races, because night elves live much longer. However, they grow at a much faster speed. The markings in my skin are darker. They are still lighter than what my father's look like, but they are darker than I wish them to be. I wish them to not exist, but I did not mind them as a young child when they were pale and light against my purple skin. The only thing I did not get from my family was the Mark Of The Kirin Tor over my eye. I'll explain it another time. Let's move on.

I woke up in the inn I had stayed in for the night. I stood up and combed out my hair, braiding it over my shoulder. I grabbed my cloak and covered my arms before grabbing my staff and heading outside. Soldiers moved to and fro, guarding the town from another bandit attack, I assumed. I walked over to Callan. "Good morning to you, Erro."

"Good morning, Callan. Am I needed?"

"It would be nice of you to help out. There is supposed to be a bandit raid today."

"Alright, then I will be here to help."

"Thank you. Then, some people around here may have something for you to do."

"After that I will probably leave. I have heard they are struggling to the south in Duskwood."

"If you wish, but it would be nice of you to stay."

"Are you lonely here, Callan? You can just say so." He laughed, looking down at his feet. He shrugged, "Training with Lothar is hard, and you are an easy person to talk to. It is a welcome break when I get to speak with you."

"Then I may help out as much as I can. I will check the Heroes' Call Board tomorrow, but you must help me with the townspeople's' tasks!"

"If you can convince Lothar to let me escape for the day, I shall."

"Then I will have to do just that." There was a sudden yell from the woods, and a group of angry bandits charged out. I stepped forward, readying my staff. The soldiers charged and I along with them, throwing firebolts and ice lances towards the oncoming invaders. A few fell, and I continued my spell-casting, taking down more and more. As the last few trickled in, they realized they were outnumbered. They began to flee, and I could feel my eyes starting to glow green, another thing I inherited from my father. I took deep breaths to get them to stop before turning to Callan. He gave me a smile, "Good job out there. Before you know it, Lothar will be recruiting you into the army."

"Hah, you wish, Callan. I would have to gratefully decline. You know that I-"

"Yes, you are a wanderer, and not all those who wander are lost." I chuckled along with him for a moment. "Now, we best get to the townspeople." I nodded and headed toward the wanted board. I paused as I scanned the papers. A cold chill gripped me tightly, and I felt like I had to go somewhere. "Erro? Is something wrong?"

"Go to your father's training session. I must go. Something is... Not right."

"Are you sure, Erro? I can send you with men."

"No, this is... This is something I must do alone. I will return shortly, Callan. I fear I may have to speak to Llane once I return." Callan's eyes widened, and he hugged me. I was surprised at first, because he had never hugged me before, but I could tell he was worried. "Be careful, Erro. Don't get yourself hurt."

"I will be fine, Callan. I promise. Now, go. Find a way to tell Llane I will be back to speak with him most likely."

"I will pass on the message."

"Thank you, Callan. Now, I must go."

"Farewell." I untied my horse and climbed on, kicking the spurs with a quiet, 'hyah.' The horse sped down the path as fast as he could go until I told him to stop. I made my way until I came upon a burning village. I hid my horse away and urged him to stay silent. I crept to the edge of the forest, finding what I had feared. All humans had disappeared. There was nothing left but their burning homes. I crept out of the forest, deciding on what to do. I made my way to one of the remaining houses, using my spells to stop the fire. Then, I walked inside, examining what was left. "They left all of their belongings, why? Were they taken?" I felt a yank around my throat, and I whirled to see a creature as tall as me, but much thicker and more muscled than I. "What are you?" I demanded. The creature did not seem to understand. Instead, it lashed out with its metal axe. I barely had enough time to move, especially with the size of this creature. I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down to see that the axe had managed to cut just above my ankle. I quickly turned invisible, ripping the hem of my cloak to cover the wound. I would not leave this monster a trail with which to follow me.

I focused my power, attempting to activate my... translator of sorts. "Where is it? What is it? It is not like the other creatures in this world."

It? This world? Are these creatures from another place? Are these creatures from Sargeras' world. I quickly got up and limped out of the room while the orc was distracted. I looked to my left, seeing a giant wolf. He must've ridden that here. It seemed to sniff the air. Oh no... I began to quickly hobble to the forest, disappearing inside it. I found my horse, untied it, and looked towards the small town for movement. Nothing. The wolf was still there, and I assumed the orc was still there. If I didn't hury, he would find me. I pulled my horse away from the treeline, not wanting to make noise as I sped away. As soon as the town was out of view I mounted the horse and sped off back to Stormwind. I had to warn King Llane.