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ENTERING THE CITY
Azrahael looked up to the huge tree in the middle of the great Night Elf city Darnassus. He walked as if half in dreamstate. He’d forgotten the size of this place, and it was overwhelming. A quick but hard jab to his chest brought himback to reality.
“Who goes there!?” A stern voice asked.
“I’m uhm… I.” is all Azrahael could get out before being interrupted.
“Knight Champion Sagittus, stand down sentinel.” He said as he brushed Azrahael and Mckarian aside. In the split second between the recognition of the Champion and the guards’ deep and reverent bow, Sagittus glinted at the guard.
“Apologies Knight-Champion… We were told to bewary of…”
“Enough,” he said dismissively. “I’ve brought two young ones for training if they are accepted. We will only stay as long as the Lord Staghelm allows.”
“The Archdruid is in the Cenarion Enclave Sir.” The sentinel said resuming her post.
“Thank you.” Sagittus finished the exchange with a deep bow of his own, knowing the sentinel was simply performing her duties.
“This way…” He said, and he began walking toward the huge badger shaped tree.
As he walked along the block paved road, Azrahael noted the glowing balls everywhere, sentinels, Night Elves riding huge armored cats… and HUMANS!!!!
A fire haired human began walking toward the group. She was female and she was absolutely beautiful. The soft wind blew her fiery hair across her face. She brushed it aside casually, all the while smiling at Azrahael.
“Hello! I’m Arianne Miller… and you are?” She said, extending her hand.
“He’s busy” Sagittus said snatching Azrahael’s arm and guiding him.
“Where are we going?” Asked Mckarian.
“To the bank little one, it’s difficult to do combat against the Legions wearing rags and not armor!”
“I thought humans were killed off Sagittus.”
“Almost… the humans are a very resilient race and they are excellent politicians. Though politics doesn’t do one much good with an army of orcs bearing down on your position aye?”
“I’ve heard stories of orcs…” Mckarian said as his head turned toward the ground.
“Brutal types they are. Then again you’d probably be fairly irate if you’d gone through what they have.” Said Sagittus, matter of factly.
The Knight-Champion pointed to a tall slim Night Elf,
“That is Erion Shadewhisper Mckarian. He will be training you to…” Sagittus looked around but Mckarian had vanished into thin air.
“Must be practicing already. It would be beneficial for you to have such vigor of your studies Azrahael.”
They arrived at the Darnassus bank, which was located in the bottom of the badger tree. Sagittus went right up past the sentinels who were whispering that “That’s Sagittus” “I heard he….” And so on.
Finishing up his business there, Sagittus told the pair to follow him, and they did. They passed the seller of armored cats. Everyone everywhere was busy doing something.
“Sagittus… what’s going on here? I’ve been to Darnassus before but it was never this… busy.” Azrahael asked.
“There’s a war that’s been raging for sometime.”
Sagittus’ words faded in Azrahael’s ears as he soaked in all that was going on around him.
The Argent Dawn had set up a booth next to the Darnassus Bank’s Guild Vaults, recruiting soldiers to go to the front of both the Eastern and Western Plaguelands to stop the Scourge from advancing into Azeroth proper. Massive blue skinned warriors known as Draenei strolled by with axes on their back that were bigger than Azrahael’s body! Activity was furiously happening everywhere he looked, and to try and stop it from coming into his head Azrahael closed his eyes and pictured the Wood.
The sound came softly, a loving hymn from a ghostly mother in his head. Something he’d never known as well. Calmed, he slowly opened his eyes, and a softly glowing orb floated in front of his face. Though he wasn’t alarmed, for the Knight-Champion stood by his side, Azrahael wondered what it was.
A strong but gentle hand clasped his shoulder. Sagittus’ mouth had been moving the whole while, but the words Azrahael could not hear; as though he were under water listening to a conversation taking place above the surface.
“It’s called a wisp. The woods are full of them, I’m surprised you’ve never seen one before! Come with me little one, you’ve much to learn.
Together Azrahael and Sagittus walked to the Cenarion Enclave located in the western portion of Darnassus.
At the foot of the tree that he would become well acquainted with stood the vendor of riding cats. Great saber-toothed tigers of all colors were sold there, and a beautiful Night Elf lady’s sales pitch was halted by a wave of the Knight-Champion’s hand.
“I’ve four, and he’s too young.”
It seemed to suffice.
In the middle of the carved out tree Jocaste was waiting for the next recruit. She was a war weary huntress with many horrible stories of her own, but this is not her chronicle.
She’d known someone was coming, of course, because as a hunter she knows when anyone or anything is near. “Who” was left to Elune to determine.
As the pair rounded the corner to enter the hunter’s training area, the trainer stood up straighter. As a Knight-Champion, Sagittus had the ear of Arch-Druid Staghelm.
Jocaste bowed, “Night-Champion” her eyes moved from he to the new recruit. She looked him up and down. He had no gear, and needed a bath. A smile crossed her face for two reasons. He would be bathed soon enough in the fires of combat; and this young one had a green glow she’d only seen emanating from a handful of Night Elves.
“Is he in the right place? Perhaps Mathrengyl is accepting new…”
“He is a hunter.” Sagittus said squarely. “Not a Druid.”
“Yes Sir, then we’d best get started. Evil takes no rest.” Jocaste said, throwing her knife into the floor.
“Very true, “ Sagittus turned to Azrahael, “ I will return with some items you may find useful until then This is Jocaste and she will be training you in the arts of hunting if…”
“I know how to hunt already, I’ve killed and skinned at least a dozen rabid bears in …”
“She will teach you not to hunt animals, but evil. So close your mouth and open your mind.”
And Sagittus bowed to each, cast the Cheetah spell, and was off.
“Ready?” She asked with raised eyebrow.
“I guess so.”
“We shall see…”
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