Stormwind, Eastern Kingdoms of Azeroth, it is a cold, dark, rainy day. The air smells of wet gravel and cement. All life is pact into the different taverns and inns of the city, no one really wishing to dip themselves in the cold and wet weather. But out behind the Cathedral lays one Kal'dorei. Upon closer inspection, he is a Demon Hunter. He bears the black mana tattos on his chest, the red orbs instead of eyes(Yes, Demon hunters have red orbs as eyes, if you wish to find out more, ask me or check on wowhead, it is an interesting process!), a blue kilt, golden leather gloves, and fine leather shoulder pads. Celendrin Shadowstalker, Born and raised amongst the forest of Ashenvale. once a fine rogue prospered to be a great contribution to the Sentinels of Silverwind, now turned into a dark Demon of Azeroth. But you all have already heard about his dark past about becoming who he is today. Today, we tell a different tale, a side that lays beneath the mask when he is Nathair Oiche, an assassin of the night. A side that even hides behind his grim smile when he is just an ordinary Demon Hunter seeking the souls of the Burning Legion.
As he lays in the grass behind the Cathedral, he looks up into the dark encumbered sky, feeling every rain drop fall onto his pale purple skin. To him, the rain is a memory, a constant dagger that bites into his mortal being. It brings back a time when he wished for forgiveness, a time he still felt pain. The droplets of water bring back to him a time of when he had completed his Demon Hunter training, a time, when he did not know what to expect from the world. As he thinks deeply about these memories that bring him what he thought was long lost, pain, a small white rabbit appears amongst the darkened graves that lay behind the Cathedral. It hops towards the Kal'dorei, seeming to be untouched by the rain at all. Amazed, he reaches for the animal, slowly picking it up as to not harm the wonder. He brings it's white face in front of his, beads of black staring into his own eyes, and as he stares into the rabbit's eyes, a white flash blinds him.
As the flash disperses, He sees an old friend in front of him. His teacher, his mentor, a father figure, Feronas Sindweller. He opens his mouth to say something when out of the blue he recognizes he is no longer in Stormwind, but back home, in Ashenvale. He begins to open his mouth to speak, but somebody beats him to it.
"What do we do now master?" A curious soft voice asks, a voice all to familiar. His younger self. He looks back to see himself staring straight at him, but the copy cat was peering through him, and looking at Sindweller.
We head to the closes populated area to pick up some supplies. And I must speek with an old friend," Sindweller replies.
Cel' thinks to himself,"This is a memory, one that brought me most pain. Take me back!" He yells furiously." I do not wish to see this again, for I lived it!" But nothing replies. quickly he decides to follow his formerself and master till' he can decide how to get back to Stormwind.
They walk for about an hour, when they finally reach a small little city. A Kal'dorei guard walks up to the duo, Cel' watching closely, remembering what happened at this part.
"Leave, your kind are not welcome here," Demands the guard. The younger Celendrin quickly opens his master
"You do not let us into this city because of what we are? You dare not let us do our business because we chose to fight and eradicate the Burning Legion?"
"Celendrin, please, let me do the speaking," asks Feronas calmly. " We only seek to gather supplies before we head out, you wouldn't let your own kind die out in these forest for being ill equipped would you?"
"You are no longer of my kind Demons," the guard replied hastily. " but I will give you until the sun touches the earth to gather what you need and leave. Don't dare to do anything stupid, I will be wtaching."
Feronas bows to the guard, turning to Celendrin to speak," Celendrin, others will not always agree with how we choose to fight, for that you must be patient and willing to accept what terms are provided. Ignorance will only lead you nowhere."
"Yes master, please forgive my tongue then."
"Do not ask for forgiveness, you ares till young and learning, it is proper that you make mistakes. One can only learn best from experiences."
As Sindweller made this last statement, a nearby shop rises into flames, Kal'dorei running out as quickly as possibly, muttering un-coherent words. When out from the flames, walk two dreadlords, servants of Sergeras.
"Quick Celendrin, slay the one on the left and I shall take the other one. Whatever you do, do not let anyone else get her," yells Feronas Sindweller.
As he lays in the grass behind the Cathedral, he looks up into the dark encumbered sky, feeling every rain drop fall onto his pale purple skin. To him, the rain is a memory, a constant dagger that bites into his mortal being. It brings back a time when he wished for forgiveness, a time he still felt pain. The droplets of water bring back to him a time of when he had completed his Demon Hunter training, a time, when he did not know what to expect from the world. As he thinks deeply about these memories that bring him what he thought was long lost, pain, a small white rabbit appears amongst the darkened graves that lay behind the Cathedral. It hops towards the Kal'dorei, seeming to be untouched by the rain at all. Amazed, he reaches for the animal, slowly picking it up as to not harm the wonder. He brings it's white face in front of his, beads of black staring into his own eyes, and as he stares into the rabbit's eyes, a white flash blinds him.
As the flash disperses, He sees an old friend in front of him. His teacher, his mentor, a father figure, Feronas Sindweller. He opens his mouth to say something when out of the blue he recognizes he is no longer in Stormwind, but back home, in Ashenvale. He begins to open his mouth to speak, but somebody beats him to it.
"What do we do now master?" A curious soft voice asks, a voice all to familiar. His younger self. He looks back to see himself staring straight at him, but the copy cat was peering through him, and looking at Sindweller.
We head to the closes populated area to pick up some supplies. And I must speek with an old friend," Sindweller replies.
Cel' thinks to himself,"This is a memory, one that brought me most pain. Take me back!" He yells furiously." I do not wish to see this again, for I lived it!" But nothing replies. quickly he decides to follow his formerself and master till' he can decide how to get back to Stormwind.
They walk for about an hour, when they finally reach a small little city. A Kal'dorei guard walks up to the duo, Cel' watching closely, remembering what happened at this part.
"Leave, your kind are not welcome here," Demands the guard. The younger Celendrin quickly opens his master
"You do not let us into this city because of what we are? You dare not let us do our business because we chose to fight and eradicate the Burning Legion?"
"Celendrin, please, let me do the speaking," asks Feronas calmly. " We only seek to gather supplies before we head out, you wouldn't let your own kind die out in these forest for being ill equipped would you?"
"You are no longer of my kind Demons," the guard replied hastily. " but I will give you until the sun touches the earth to gather what you need and leave. Don't dare to do anything stupid, I will be wtaching."
Feronas bows to the guard, turning to Celendrin to speak," Celendrin, others will not always agree with how we choose to fight, for that you must be patient and willing to accept what terms are provided. Ignorance will only lead you nowhere."
"Yes master, please forgive my tongue then."
"Do not ask for forgiveness, you ares till young and learning, it is proper that you make mistakes. One can only learn best from experiences."
As Sindweller made this last statement, a nearby shop rises into flames, Kal'dorei running out as quickly as possibly, muttering un-coherent words. When out from the flames, walk two dreadlords, servants of Sergeras.
"Quick Celendrin, slay the one on the left and I shall take the other one. Whatever you do, do not let anyone else get her," yells Feronas Sindweller.
