Simply a Warrior

WoW fan fic. Very Short.


1. The Beginning

          I awoke one day and a simple thought passed through my mind; I do not want to be a farmer. By father was a farmer, as was his father. For generations we have been working the fields, recently in by the abbey in Northshire. I was a child then, not quite 11. I continued to work with my father, but when ever there was a moment of spare time I would search for skilled fighters, wise sorcerers, and cunning men of all kinds. I found no skill for the arcane, I could not bend the fel energies to my will, the light never answered my prayers, and I was to loud and bulky to hide from sight. However, I could wield a blade better than many. I would get in duels with others, most oft for entertainment, never out of insult, where I would win through brute force and not finesse. 

          I was 13 when I decided that I would become a soldier in the Stormwind army, fighting against the Horde for glory and fame. My father scoffed at such thoughts, reminding me that I was a farmer's boy who would farm, and spawn more farmer's boys. He always smiled when he talked spite of my dream. I would always leave home and practice my skills with weaponry of all sorts, burning off the anger at his disbelief in me. This was my life for years. I continued to farm with my family, practice with friends and by myself, and sleep, continuing for years until I turned 19. This was when the nearby goldmine was overrun by kobolds; dirty, ratlike creatures, and the Defias had entered our valley, as well as securing footholds across all of Elwynn Forest. 

          I awoke one morning after the events. I rolled off my bed and grasped my blade along a well used hilt. I walk out of my room, down the stairs, and out the door. My head held high. My heart races. My senses sharpen. I turn to my right and see a Stormwind soldier asking for aid. I take my first few paces towards him and my heart slows, and with it so does time. I see myself, a mere warrior of meagre lineage, becoming more than just a simple soldier. I see myself in an audience with the king; I stand atop a mound of corpses, both those of allies and enemies, a battered survivor willing to fight on; I stand at the corpse of great threats to the world, giant dragons, powerful wizards, legions of demons; I stand atop the world, one of a handful to fight beside, and even surpass, the great legends of Azeroth; I see myself, a simple man, writing his name in the history of this world along side the likes of Lothar, Grom, Medivh, Thrall, the Aspects, and more.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...