Drowning in the Light
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Death called out to her. It called out to every high elf on the battlefield who had just faced the terror of war. Shrill cries of agony vibrated the earth, but she could hear nothing. The flames had licked her ears and desensitized her hearing, distracted by the fierce purr of heat. Bodies fell and the ground ached. She was blinded by pure red and saw nothing but blood. Her body felt heavy and her eyes saw a blurred light in the distance, hand extending out to touch its faint glow. She took a deep breath and water flooded into her lungs.
If this was the fate that was laid out for her, then so be it. Aelindra would accept the judgment of the light, even if it meant death.
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This is the story of Aelindra Lightreaver, a high elf sheltered by the light's sacred teachings, who learns to tap into her innate sense of adventure and curiosity to find inner peace. Vision skewed by high-elven standards, she struggles to gain her own approval whilst trying to please those important to her. As a servant of the light, it comes as a surprise when the only being to truly help her attain an enlightened state of mind is none other than the troll loa of graves and death itself, Bwonsamdi.
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(Story is set in the Warcraft universe. I own nothing but my character, Aelindra Lightreaver and any other OC that appears in the story.)
[Bwonsamdi x OC]
(Aelindra is pronounced Ay-LIN-dra)
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