*CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN W/ EXTENDED CHAPTERS, GRAMMAR AND SPELLING CORRECTIONS, AND PLOT HOLE FILLERS (ONLY CH 1-15 COMPLETED)* The war against the Empire is finally over...however, young Luke Skywalker's journey isn't over yet. What happens when the Force decides to send Luke back in time to stop his father's fall to the dark side? Will he succeed? Or will he alter too many details of the past and change the future for the worst? DISCLAIMER : STAR WARS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO GEORGE LUCAS, LUCASFILM, AND DISNEY. THANK YOU.

❃ MULTIPLE AWARD WINNER ❃ Born in Westfall to a poor family, violet-eyed Idira endures hunger, isolation and abuse at the hands of her cruel father until the dangerous kingpin of a criminal organisation rescues her. As she grows into womanhood, cocooned in wealth and surrounded by violence, she learns her unusual eyes are harbingers of a rare magic she possesses, as old as Azeroth itself, which connects her to a powerful, charismatic mage trapped on another planet. Despite being almost twice her age and separated by an impossible distance, Khadgar captures her heart, though she can only love him in silence. Later driven from Westfall by the arrival of the Legion's vicious demons, she learns of the magical city of Dalaran and of Khadgar's return. Desperate to harness the power she feels growing within her and to meet the man of her visions, she determines to travel to the floating city and learn how to become a mage. But once she arrives, her unusual violet eyes soon cause her to become the object of everyone's scorn--everyone's, that is, except for one. Khadgar. ❃ Awards: Winner. Good as Gold Awards Jan 29, 2017 Second Place. Fiction Genres Awards Mar 18, 2017 Top 10 Finalist. The Pursuit of Excellence Awards Mar 25, 2017 Overall Winner. The Prose Fiction Awards June 28, 2017 Second Place. The Writers' Olympics Dec 25, 2017 ❃ Author's Note: Daughter of Azeroth is a sidequel to my novella Into the Light, it tells the untold story of Idira; of her long and difficult path to her destiny, which is revealed in Into the Light. Even if you haven't read Into the Light (although I hope you will!), Daughter of Azeroth can be read as a stand-alone story. ❃ Published: Prologue Dec 2, 2016 Completed April 28, 2017 © E A Carter 2017 All Rights Reserved.

World of Warcraft fan-fiction. Illidan Stormrage x OC. Before the War of the Ancients began, Eliana's life was perfect. Signs of the world changing start to appear, putting everyone on edge. Trust is shattered, relationships are formed, and when the demons invade, everything falls apart. Eliana is dragged into the fray, and she, Tyrande, Malfurion, and Illidan, must find a way to save all they hold dear. The Burning Legion has come.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.