Redeemer of Souls - ENGLISH 1

The once-highborn blood elves, with their magical, emerald green eyes and pointed elven ears, had flown in all directions after the destruction of Silvermoon –their former shining capital city in the north, and lived in the most different regions of the eastern kingdom. The elves, as they fled to the safety of southern Lordaeron, were forced to renew their pact with the humans of the hidden glade of north-west Tirisfal because they lacked forces and goods. But the former inhabitants of the peninsula were, for a long time, independent of the wars between the Horde and the Alliance, as they lived almost separated from the mainland.
In good faith, as it was in ancient times, both races shared their wisdom and riches to stand strong against their common foe: the Scourge.




Chapter 1


The rumbling wind wound through the orange lit branches of the verdant trees on the peninsula of Elivien. On a jutting hill overlooking the sea lay a vast city, almost covered in clouds. The leaves reflected the last sunbeams of the cool evening sun like water and shimmered like a school of golden fish in the ocean.
High above the red rooftops of the city, the golden flags of the kingdom waved; a white circle with long beams, a symbol of the light. Grand windows adorned the beautiful stronghold, enclosed by towers and walls that arose above the city.
Lord James, the king of the Alarise faction, was a grand man; Thalassian blood running through his veins.
His strong voice echoed through the throne hall as he spoke to his 19 year old son
“Your trainer just told me good news about your skills,” the king proudly said. “You finally mastered that last exercise.”
The young Sin’dorei nodded and smiled lightly. His armament was of royal embroidery and blacksmithing and shined in the colours of orange and gold, fitting his long, flaxen hair tied together on the back of his head in a neat ponytail.
“Andrew…” James began lingeringly.
“Yes, father?” The prince looked peculiarly at him, but in a composed gaze, as the king finally continued.
“There is something I would like to ask… So -”
Loud cries interrupted his sentence, clearly coming from the great door of the hall. The door opened slowly and a guard came in unabashed. He stretched his hand and standing in position, held it saluting.
“Lord James! One of our spies has returned!”
The king looked perplexed as the guard waited impatiently for an answer.
“Bring him to the entrance,” he beckoned. Andrew looked up as another blood elf came in, limping, his clothes torn. It was clear he had been in a fight. He fell on his knees one meter in front of the stairs, leading up to the throne, and proclaimed his message.
“Your Highness… they were wandering, living bodies… dreadful undead!” He coughed and took a deep breath, “A large base… two kilometres… directly to the east… from Alarise…”
“What has happened there? Tell me!” bellowed the king.
“Their towers… they have eyes! I… had been seen, but I fled. I believe… they are planning… an assault on the city. You must stop them, your Majesty!” he coughed.
“Thank you for your information. Go and get yourself some help,” ordered James. A guard came forward and helped the man out.

“We’ll head out and assault those piteous undead this evening!” Onox stomped forward. He, the Field Marshal of the Kings army, commanded it side by side with Lord James. Even though he once belonged to the simple human group that inhabited the peninsula, he was dressed in regal Thalassian garb, just as Lord James provided.
On one side he carried an ornate golden sword, while the other was unsheathed.
“They won’t even have a chance to reach our city walls if we start our offensive sooner. We’ll head out and fight until the last of their towers has fallen!”
The king’s hand nervously grasped the ornament at the end of his thrones arm rest. Then he took a deep breath and arose.
“So be it. We’ll hit the road at tomorrow’s sunrise.”
“What?? But Milord! Why wait until tomorrow if we can head out tonight? Our army is ready to head out. The undead might not give us the time to-”
“There’s going to be a great fight, Field Marshal,” the king interrupted with his loud voice. “Nothing is more important than the safety of our men. You would do well to rest tonight and wait until morning to carry out your assault.”
The Field Marshal glared at his regent with disbelieving eyes saying more than words. James turned around and took a few steps forth.
“Onox... have you completely forgotten which kind of enemy we’re going to face,” he snarled at him. “If we dared to head out at night, our men would turn into helpless prey against those creatures of the dark. We can’t allow ourselves to send out troops to the east, into the contaminated zone, at night. Who knows what lurks there in the shadow.”
The king’s words were more than convincing. In silence, the Field Marshal arose and saluted in regards: “Yes, Milord!”
He turned around rapidly, paced out and left the king with Andrew behind.
After the silence had completely returned again, the sound of Lord James’ voice awoke him from his short, mental absence.
“Andrew!”
“Yes,” he unintentionally yelled back.
“There’s work to be done. I want you to come with me to the east and fight by my side.”
“But father,” the young Sin’dorei shrugged and glanced to the floor. The king laid his hands onto the boy’s shoulders.
“You are now old enough to show your skills. You’ve been taught well, and now you can prove yourself in battle. I am convinced that you will one day rise as a great leader on the battlefield. Believe in yourself, Drew.”
That was the first day the prince was commanded to take part of a war. Now he could finally show his father and his people that he was mature and skilled enough to do what was asked from him.

The heavy aura of night crawled upon him. The shadows were not his greatest fear, but the visions of long displaced memories that haunted his dreams and kept robbing his sleep. There was a family... two children with their parents. It was a nice, sunny day. The kids played together in the grass until their parents suddenly left them behind. The sky and the ground started losing all the light that the day had given and turned into a shadowy black. Bizarre creatures of the dark crawled up from the ground and swallowed anything that they would engulf. Lightning in the sky thundered down and, for a moment, brightened up the children’s faces. One of them looked like Andrew, but the others face was nothing more than a deep silhouette. Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp around his ankle, attempting to pull him down. He panicked struggling against the slippery ground beneath his feet. The earth below faded, taking him to an endless abyss. He was sure he was screaming, but he couldn’t even hear the sound of his voice, like it was taken from him.
As he opened his eyes, he realized he was dreaming again. The blood elf sat up. Still dizzy from the nightmare, he sighed and touched his forehead. He glanced around, scratched his elven ear and shook his head to make sure he was fully awake.
He stared at the almost empty wall of his room and one once more fell back into the pillow. Thinking back about the dream he had, exhaustion took over and sent him back to sleep.