** 1ST PLACE WINNER in THE ANGEL AWARDS 2017, FANFICTION CATEGORY**
Illidan picked Sarah up, cradling her to his chest. To all assembled he spoke, "We go to Suramar, there we will bring an end to the Legion." Glancing down at the body of the young w...
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Sarah had grown rather attached to the little cottage at the top of the hill just outside Stormwind's city gates. She had acquired it a week ago all thanks to her friend, Erik Longmaster, Supreme hunter. His self-proclamation always made her smile.
Staring into the flames of the crackling log fire, she settled back in the armchair. Sinking into the generous throws and cushions she possessively gripped the neck of a bottle of Dalaran Red. Wiggling her cold toes contentedly in front of the glorious heat, she sighed as its warmth slowly spread up her legs. She was mesmerised by the dancing flames; they were hypnotic, drawing her in, inviting her to relax and reflect on all that had happened.
Together with the soft light from the few candles she had found in one of the kitchen drawers, she felt contentment for the first time in what seemed a very long while. Oddly, it had only been three weeks in her world, Earth. But here in Azeroth, time had leapt several months and while some things had remained unresolved, others had steered off in an entirely different direction.
She shifted in the chair, frowning a little. The latter was something which she preferred not to dwell upon and quickly she shunted it to the back of her mind. Instead, she focused on her best friend, Drew Stewart, the roguishly good-looking guy who had been like a faithful puppy since the day she moved down to the Scottish Borders some five years earlier.
Also being her work colleague as well as a friend, he was a huge part of her life back home. He was always upbeat, charming, with a wicked sense of humour, matching that of her own. He had provided a shoulder to cry on when her failed marriage had left her feeling worthless, unloved and something akin to damaged goods.
She supposed that in a strange way, it was all down to Drew that she'd ended up in Azeroth that fateful day of the traffic accident. He had brought her into the magical land by introducing her as a friend to the game World of Warcraft. She smirked and put the bottle to her lips. Seemed now like she was returning the favour.
She had taken refuge in the game. Over the months she had fallen in love with it and it became her focus; all she lived for. It allowed her to be part of a community without having to actually mingle with people in the flesh. She could be whoever and whatever she wanted to be.
Drew often teamed up with her, navigating her through the various quests and continents. He ran her through dungeons and raids and kept her up on the lore. His gaming preferences had changed over time and he now preferred other games on the PS4, but he was always on call for her when she needed help with something in Warcraft. And anything else as well; given half a chance.
They went to the cinema to see the long-awaited film version. She'd come away from it at first a little underwhelmed due to the fact their gaming was so much farther along than the timeline of the film. Over the following weeks, however, she embraced it as enthusiastically as she did the game and waited with eager anticipation for its Blu-ray release date.
