Changing Azeroth

Chapter 1

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    Andret's POV
My house was bricks, it was dull and gray with broken shutters and crates of supplies outside our door. A small table with an umbrella and a iron chair were rusted from the rain. The only color was a worn and dusty red tablecloth that was draped over the circular table. I gazed solemnly at myself in the mirror, my green eyes staring back at my freckled face. I didn't resemble my parents at all. My parents were Lee and Darion Sylvester, both humans. We lived in Gilneas City, right next to the Silvermoon Forest, people say it's haunted but, I've only been out there once. I remember the growling of a primal animal but, I was young then. I recall the sound of it's growl, a deep and rough noise. It resembled the sound of thunder rolling in before a big storm. Today was my fifteenth birthday. The day I would begin Advanced training in Wizardry. My mom is a Priest, my daddy is a Warrior. Gilneas was the capital of the Kingdom of Gilneas, it's known for its gothic architecture and its famous king Genn. The skies were always dark and it seemed to be drowsy everyday but, on occasion, the sun would shine a little bit through the clouds to lighten up the normally dull cobblestone streets. On those days, people from all over the city would come and dance in the streets. Since it was so rare for the sun to come out from behind its barricade of fog and clouds. Suddenly, I was snapped out of my day dreams and a small howl was heard inside but, I figured it was just the Mastiffs communicating. Ignoring it, I fell asleep in the chair. Waiting for my dad to return from a mission he had left on a few days ago..

1 Day Later....
I heard commotion outside as I was awakened from my dream. I gazed out the window, it was another gloomy day, pouring rain and dull skies. My eyes widened as something caught my eye, Liam Greymane, Prince of Gilneas, yelled commands as he sat atop his white horse. I gasped to see these large animals on the rooftops, they seemed half wolf, half man. A beast, the worgens. That's what the soldiers called them. Something the Druids created.. I saw one of the large creatures scratching at my door, he tore it down in a matter of seconds. I was greeted with a pair of yellow eyes. He Had pointed ears, gray fur, and a small braid coming from his chin, large, protruding teeth hung loosely from his black lips, they drew back and the creature exhaled the same thunder-like growl from his throat. The worgen pinned me down with brute strength, I gasped, out of breath as he flew upstairs. I heard broken glass shattering and a bloodcurdling, stomach churning scream of bloody murder, coming from upstairs. I raced to my mother's room.. I saw in horror as a worgen kneeled over the mutilated body of my mother, the room was drenched in a red, thick liquid.

I ran my fingers through the substance. It was blood.. The blood of my mother.. I felt my eyes blur, my hands turned green, lighting up with magic. I threw a Draining Soul spell on the worgen but, it just growled and continued to savagely devour my mother's corpse. I screamed and continued to drain the creatures every last drop of life that he had. I saw only red, the worgen then, combusted into shreds of fur. I gripped my mother's bloody hand.

"Mommy please.. Please... Please let this be a dream.."

My mother could not speak, for her throat had been ripped apart by the fangs of that wretched beast.
I knew that day.. That I would slay every last one of those animals. Even if I sap and drain my own powers on those things, I will rip and make sure they all suffer for what they did to me! My dad was nowhere.. He probably ended the way my mother did. Trying to protect his family.. I felt a scream erupt from my throat as I yelled. Hearing more worgens come towards me.

"Come and get me filthy animals! I'm an open target!" Two worgens approached, one of them stopped abruptly. I saw as it glared at me and then looked to my home. A larger worgen with brown fur growled. But, the brown worgen looked up to see a larger wolf beast. A black-furred, orange-eyed male howled in my broken bedroom window. He had blood covering his enlarged muzzle, as he leapt down, he walked forth on two feet. His black head raised to howl and it came out, my ears began to ring at the loud sound, it felt as if my ear drums were bursting. I screamed, curling into a ball. The Alpha worgen slashed my arm and I blacked out.

     Liam's POV
I heard a familiar scream. One that I remember the night I left my sister on the doorstep of a family's house. It was Andret. The one family that I had that could still be sane. But, by the sound of that scream. I'm not so sure now...