As promised, here is an excerpt from the first chapter of my World of Warcraft fanfiction. It’s the first 900+ words of a 1700+ word chapter. I’ll post more if I receive indications that people want to read more. I welcome all feedback and suggestions. Enjoy and thank you for reading!
Tired of Silence
Glimmers of stars interrupted the dark night sky high above the lush tree canopy of the Jade Forest in Pandaria. In this area called Forest Heart, a stream burbled lazily through the rolling hills, dotted with waterfalls, and spanned in the deeper sections by elegant arched bridges. A cottage rumored to belong to a jade witch stood tucked in darkness to the north as jade felines prowled among the tress while smaller, more harmless animals kept their distance.
It was on the southern bank of the stream, between a waterfall and a bridge, that Salxi, a blood elf warlock, had camped for the night. The witch rumors would keep others away and she had no reason to fear such a minor foe. Absently twirling her fingers through the black tresses of her pony tail, the blood elf woman sat cross-legged on the ground by her campfire reading her personal journal. Such a sitting position would have been challenging in the robes many warlocks wore, but Salxi preferred pants and shirts for easier movement and less drafts on her legs.
The flickering flames of the fire provided ample light for Salxi to read the personal journal that she’d titled “Sal’s Journal of Light.” The journal contained images and descriptions of everything important to her. Within the journal she kept pictures of her family members, her homeland, and anything else that reminded her of the light and good in the world. As a warlock, Salxi existed in a constant battle to control the dark fel magic she wielded and prevent it from overwhelming her. The journal of images, stories, and her personal reflections kept her grounded in the world of light and helped counter the effects of using fel magic.
Standing guard nearby in shadows barely touched by the firelight was Salxi’s felguard, Zilikshok. She had only started summoning him a few weeks ago as a change from her voidwalker demon, Thulnuz. Thulnuz was highly effective at doing damage and keeping enemies away from her so she could focus on ranged attacks, but he didn’t have much personality. Not that Zilikshok, or Zilik as she’d started thinking of him, had much personality either. But he looked more humanoid than the hovering, pulsating mass of void magic that was Thulnuz.
Generally speaking, demon minions weren’t supposed to display unique personalities or be sociable with their non-demon masters. Nonetheless, Salxi had spent many years of her life with demon minions and she liked to think that all warlock minions had personalities that could be interesting if they ever revealed them.
Much to the blood elf’s pleasure, Zilik had proven himself to be just as useful as Thulnuz. Salxi liked some of the attack moves that were unique to felguards, but he seemed to have less personality than her voidwalker. Something she hadn’t thought possible. He would occasionally say things that she imagined all demons said such as calling her a “lesser being” and telling her she wasn’t strong enough to control him. She hoped that was just how demon minions were “programmed” to behave during the processes evil used to increase their demonic numbers. Still, she couldn’t help but take such words personally at times.
All of the demons that warlocks summoned looked the same from warlock to warlock, although imps varied in color sometimes. But all demon minions had their own names that warlocks learned from the first summoning. That fact often made Salxi wonder if they had unique personalities to go along with those names. She’d never truly seen anything unique about her minions compared to the minions of other warlocks, but there was something more there, she was certain of it.
Realizing that her musings about demon names and personalities had distracted her from reading her book, Salxi blinked her fel green eyes to refocus them on the page before her. She was looking at a page showing a drawing of her older sister, Solunai. Solunai was a paladin and as opposite from Salxi as a sister could get. Solunai, or Sol as her family called her, embodied all that was good and light, while Salxi worked with dark magic and rarely had the noblest of purposes.
With her auburn hair always up in a bun and her sword and shield at the ready, Sol would never do anything to go against her duty. On the other hand, Salxi with her jet-black hair, dark clothing, and fel magic, would do whatever it took to win a fight. Although their nicknames of Sol and Sal were similar, Salxi doubted she and her oldest sister would ever see eye-to-eye.
If not for their fun-loving oldest sister, Sriset, Salxi was certain she and Sol would have been at odds far more than they were. Fortunately, their hunter sister Sri and her tendency to get lost physically, verbally, and mentally had always kept the mood light among the three sisters.
Salxi smiled slightly as she thought about her older sisters and then abruptly closed the book with a sigh. She hadn’t seen any of her siblings in quite some time as they were all questing on different continents for different reasons. With her ability to summon and control demons, Salxi never quested alone, but that didn’t prevent loneliness.
Although never the most social blood elf, she did enjoy being among other living beings. As long as they weren’t always ordering her around like General Nazgrim had been of late. She was extremely relieved to be free of the general for a while. He had assigned her the task of exploring the areas outside of Grookin Outpost where the Horde had allied themselves with the monkey-like hozen natives. If Salxi had her way, she’d never return to that outpost to endure more growled orders from the power-hungry orc general.
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