Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

Stories of Heroes and Axe Murderers

Yesterday was the most exiting, tragic, thrilling day of my life. When I returned with Goraff, General Nazgrim seemed a bit displeased. The others, though, joined me in kindling the little life he had left. It took a while, but with the help of the natives and their generous offering of remedies, he was able to speak within an hour. at that point we had set up camp in the center of the village and were sitting by a warm fire. Ellie Honeypaw, who we learned was the line relative of elder Honeypaw, the village elder. As she had requested earlier, I teamed up with Nazgrim to tell her a story. It wasn't a hard choice, we were both there when sailing to Vashj'ir and that was quite a story.

"So there we were, listening as my friend Nazgrim here spoke of this new island, he was just a Legionnaire at the time, and then suddenly this giant octopus beast arose from the sea!" I said, jumping at her, causing her to stumble backwards a bit.

"I told them to stand their ground, and the men did exactly that, I remember Saerah, you were fourteen? Young fifteen at most, shooting at if like your very life depended on it, it did."

"It was less than a month before my birthday if I remember right."

"Ah, yes. Anyways, the large tentacles capsized the boat!"

Ellie gasped, "What did you do?" she asked, gazing upon us with childish curiosity.

"We did nothing." I told her, "There was no land to be seen. I struggled to swim with all my might, but soon found myself drowning with no hope of survival. For all I knew it was the end." A sad look grew on her face as if she didn't realize that I was sitting right here and lived to tell the tale. "And then I was rescued by Erunak, and I learned that the island itself was an underwater kingdom flourishing with naga! These naga are ruthless fish people who tried to kill me as I rescued my friends and returned them to the sunken ship, which still held a pocket of air."

"And then?" She asked, begging for more.

"That's another story." I told her.

"Amazing! you're all very brave, even you, goblin."

"Hey!" Rivett screeched, but I shushed him before he could babble on.

"I myself have never done anything amazing, just carting brew here and there throughout the jade forest. I like your Horde, and would love to help if I'm of any use, but you seem very... uh... crash prone."

Shokia managed to laugh a bit.

"Yeah, about that, I don't know what's up with us crashing, but it'll only happen twice!" I joked. Even Nazgrim laughed a bit, having experienced both.

"Well," she yawned. "I'm gonna get some rest, you guys should too."

"Yeah." I said, looking at the others, "especially you guys." I fluffed a pillow one of the commoners was kind enough to give us and pulled the blanket Glea left me. It smelt of the dessert, and the grassy plains of home.

Today was a new day. Only the sun shone, the flames of our wreak had died. I stretched and shook the others awake, also checking on Goraff. The general was already awake, sitting up straight on our makeshift bed.

"Look who's up and functional again."

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"I was dead last night, and I obviously didn't walk here Saerah, why did you take me anyways?"

"You aren't dead if you're still breathing." I informed him sarcastically.

"Thanks, friend." he said in gratitude. "The others wouldn't have checked to see of I was alive." He called me friend, not kid, everyone called me kid because of my age.