Part One: Shattered
Chapter One: An Unpleasant Surprise
I was having a wonderfully pleasant dream that morning. If I recall, it was about finishing my Druid training and becoming a full-fledged member of the Cenarion Circle, even possibly a leader or strategist! I was kind of giddy with the mere thought.
Unfortunately, my dad wanted me up early, and I whined a bit when he woke me up, saying, "But daaaaaad, it's Saturday..."
"Lazy boy," I heard him say playfully, "we've work to do today, so get dressed and wake up."
"Okay father," I replied, and, stretching and yawning at the same time, hopped off my bed and searched for some clothes. Considering my studies and training, I usually wear some baggy blue leggings, knee high boots, flat gloves, a tunic that exposed my arms, and a lunar crescent above my head. Besides the crescent, all of my attire was made of leather, which I didn't mind, although it was unfortunate to wear during a downpour. Thankfully, there was a light fog today, so I had no worries.
I almost forgot to tell you what I look like, heh. Well, to start, my eyes were a cerulean color, much like the ocean waves. In stark contrast, my hair was a fiery orange, the exact opposite of my father's grey and my mother's white. The same goes for my mustache-beard. My skin was kinda pale, but that was because there was a lack of sunlight of Gilneas to shine upon the denizens. I didn't mind, though, considering I was kind of a nocturnal person. I was not really the most buff person around, but I did have tough muscles, and I could do well in melee combat.
Walking out of my bedroom, I went downstairs to find my father with my uncle, the former drinking tea and cracking jokes, the latter reading the local paper and laughing loudly. I smiled warmly at the two and greeted them.
"Well, if it ain't my man-bear-cat nephew..." I heard coming from my uncle. I laughed at his joke: most of the time, when I'm by myself or with Tenavra, I would always be running about in cat form. Tenavra would also be in cat form, and we'd occasionally play with each other, such as chasing, play fighting, hide and seek, and the like.
"What are we doing today?" I asked, already bored.
"Oh, there isn't much today, just need you to go work on the crops for the harvest," my father replied, smiling at me.
"I've got to go though..." my uncle piped up.
My father and I looked at him. "What for?"
"There's a place in the middle of the ocean, Kezan. There's something my kind need me fer," Uncle Isaac replied, and I understood: his being a goblin meant he had acquaintances there, and since Kezan was populated by goblins like him, he did feel attached.
"Go right ahead mate, I won't stop you," my father said.
"Thank ye kindly."
After breakfast, I walked out the door and made my way towards the fields to check the crops and see how they were. On my way there, I caught up with one of my associates, Troy Nightfire. Like always, he kept to his gloomy self, only talking to others if it was important, like, if he needed something delivered, or had a problem with his tools.
Today, however, he barely acknowledged me, only nodding at me calmly and mumbling to himself before returning to his work, which was guarding the entrance to King Greymane's estate. 'Don't remember him being this grouchy,' I thought.
Then I came close to the farm fields. Breathing deeply and gathering my mana, I started to inspect the crops, only finding one or two corn stalks wilting. Casting a Rejuvanate on them, I turned to leave when I saw Troy running to who-knows-where with with a very strange smile plastered on his face. Curious, I decided to follow, since I did not have much else to do that day. Troy's path ended at a clearing in the woods, and, seeing as he would be furious if he caught me, I decided to shapeshift into my cat form and enter Stealth, blending in with the shrubbery and trees.
I sat there, waiting for whatever Troy had come here for to arrive. Suddenly I heard a rustling sound, and then two humanoid figures appeared, both draped in purple robes and cloaks.
"Did you do it?" one of them asked, a female. It sounded like a night elf.
"Yes," Troy replied, kneeling, "the plan is set. The worgen shall be unleashed upon Gilneas tomorrow night."
I gasped silently. Worgen? Weren't they sealed away with Arugal when he had been defeated?
"Good work, Troy," the other robed figure said, this one a male, an Orc probably.
"May I return to my town now? The King will be suspicious if I stay here for any longer," Troy inquired.
"You may," the night elf said to him. "The Destroyer will have his revenge." Then they bade each farewell before departing.
Suddenly I felt a presence nearby, and a paw come over my mouth and dragged me backwards, away from the mysterious people. I tried to resist, but my captor wouldn't let me go.