L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.


8. Chapter 8

The afternoon sun was high in the sky, in Mount Hyjal, sending its rays to the high Nordrassil, the World Tree. Its enormous roots lied in the very depth of the ground, since it was born, at the end of the War of the Ancients. Near the Nordrassil's Refuge, the local inn, the Guardians of Hyjal's recruiters were welcoming the new soldiers willing to face Ragnaros' armies, in their stand located inside one of the largest World Tree's roots. While a tauren druid was healing a wounded, a bored elven sentry sat behind her desk.

"Next one, please..."

A small pink-haired female gnome came to the desk. She wore a simple black leather armor and wore pink engineering glasses.

Without looking at her a second time, the sentry started asking the usual questions.


"Callie. Callie Lotheid."

"What brings you here?"

"There're rumors about the world being in danger. Again." She chuckled. "I guess that's the same reason of the other people in line."

"Ah-ahn. Special skills?"

"Melee, fighting with daggers."

"Previous experiences?"


The sentry looked up from her papers, surprised to hear that name. "Prove it" she said, defiantly.

The rogue unsheated a dagger, glowing with a bright green.

"This was part of Ember."

Unsheating another dagger, twin of the previous one, she added "And this was part of the Flame."

The sentry was looking at them, almost hypnotized.

"I ripped them personally, with bare hands, from the Betrayer's corrupted elementals."

The sentry, resuming her concentration, returned to the conversation.

"Well, I'd say we don't need any more questions. Given your experience, I could make you lead a party, what do you think?"

"Nope. I work by myself."

The female night elf, sitting since early morning to discuss between rookies and veterans, hoped to see that day's end soon.

"You make things hard, the commanders decided to use the new recruits only for groups made by 25, 10, 5 and 2 people. I can't dispute their tactics and send you alone."

"As you wish, lend me someone then."

"Considering you're not wearing heavy armor, perhaps a soldier would be ideal... But probably you would be more useful with a healer. Maybe one of the centaurs..."

"Nope. No males."

The sentry sighed.

"You aren't making this easy, you know? How could..."

The recruiter had a sudden inspiration.

"Sure! I have the right person for you. A female druid, night elf like me, specialized on healing. She doesn't talk a lot, she wouldn't be a nuisance, but more like working alone."

"Great. Where can I find her?"

"I think she's sleeping under that tree, over there" pointed the sentry, happy to get rid of two burdens at the same time.

Going back to her work, she repeated bored "The next one, please..."

Lumbering along, Callie realized she didn't even know the name of her future companion in arms. It wasn't a problem anyway, she'd have forgotten it soon, they were going to fight just for a short time. The time required to find him.

Approaching to the tree, she saw the druid waking up yawning shamelessly.


"Good morning. I'm Callie and i think to be your new comrade."

The night elf straightened as she could her green hairs, with her hands.

"My pleasure, I'm Patricia. Patricia Kesabaran." And she added with a smile "Call me Pat."

"Well Pat, since you have more experience than me in this job, could you show me what will our team's task be?"

"A simile thing." She yawned again "We'll have to keep watch to some newly planted tree in the Molten Front. The Regrowth will provide us the necessary strength to win this war."

"Great" the rogue thought "A job like this offers plenty of free time." She know it wouldn't be easy to find informations, over there. There were few goblins around, they were usually loyal to Cenarion Circle's coins and she almost ended her gold supplies anyway, to pay the two goblin cousins.

"When will our shift start?" asked then the pink-haired gnome.

"Judging from the sun's position, we're late."

The two headed to the portal linking their world with the Firelands, land of the Fire Elemental Lieutenant.

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