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Shadowmoon

Half naked male Sin'dorei was sitting on the edge of the hill. Wearing as always his purple kilt with golden and black additions, boots of same colour and bracers. His upper body covered in older and newer scras recently received. But that was not worst. Physical wounds are something body can heal. Its worser with the wounds of mind. Especially that Serath had a lot of time to think as they stopped at the journey in Shadowmoon Valley. Who knows for how long now. They target the remaining felblade. But... he honestly did not saw anyone for the past weeks. If he was correct. Time flied lazily, days being long and silent. He stayed most of the time at the place they camped last time with others. But honestly he only saw from time to time that light user Sunsomething. That paladin. Why he was so stubborn to stay with him and talk to him. Even as Serath was silent most of the time. Why would he bother. Or he just did so becasue he had nothing better to do. Well... at least one thing was good about it. Serath could spar him every day. Because except conversation those two did not have anything more interesting to do then spar. Well sometimes it was interesting to leave boring familiar hill and go around. Trying to observe, track. Sometimes even fighting a few demons if being unlucky. But at least this few weeks of not moving anywhere Serath was able to train his skills a bit. Hoping that this will help him in next fight against more dangerous enemy. And not being weak one and not able to do nothing. Now only patience is needed and futher training. What will be the results of it? Time will tell.

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Fear

Serath was lying on a ground. His everymuscle hurt and he felt incredible pain radiating from his all body. Wounds after bites of demons that were lying near him. The only difference between him and them was that he was still breathing somehow. Yet he could not move. His body covered in fresh bleeding wounds and burns after felfire. He could only marely move his eyes. Standing up was excluded. All he could do right now was look around with his eyes. This what happened. This fight against those demons with tentacles. He almost died for now. Maybe he will. The last enemy still standing but he can't even move up to do anything. He only feels pain through his all body and ..an emotion? Yes a fear. Fear of dying. First time for the past years he did felt scared of anything. He saw his weakness now more clearly in lack of abilities to fight against the demons. If he will ever survive this. He knows he will need a lot more training. He now knows what will be ahead of him. A lot more pain, fear and worser enemies. Scarier then those maybe. But for now all he could do was look around. As the last enemy standing was fighting against Lynaethia. She was the only one who could kill Houndmaster.

Serath tried to stay awake but he failed. The image of two fighting in front of him became the darkness, He felt cold all around. He was alone, fear inside him. Fear of dying and of failing. He only heard familiar voice. But even the words distant for him. Then he heard a foosteps getting closer and closer to him. He felt the pain come back suddenly in one moment again. He openen his eyes, seeing the dead bodies of demons. He felt his all body in terrible pain he could barely stay awake. „Am I going to die?” but in same moment he felt the energy fill his body. Giving him this much strength to move his body even in pain. He barely placed his hands over the ground and look up, lifting his head up. He noticed Lynaethia standing over him. She was same  or even more wounded then he was. Yet again she is standing. „How...” He knows he has a lot more training to endure, much, much more. If he wants to survive against demons and not become their prey.

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Lost happines

Henavel's story update. I would suggest to read it first before reading this one :)

Eversong Woods. The sounds of leafs moving on the wind's accord. The sound of someone asleep under the tree. The young male elf with a long black hair sleeping under the tree. Suddenly something casts a shadow over his sleeping face.

-”Serath, Serath! Wake up.”- the female voices says over his head. Serath slowly opens his eyes and sees his older sister with crossed hands over her chest and smile, standing in front of him.

-”You have overslept yet again even as father told you to go buy the wine for him.”- she shakes her head at her brother. Serath smiles happily at his sister's comment.

-”I will buy one. He worries to much over details. He will get his wine before the end of the day.”- he says. His voice without any pain or sorrow. Facial expression relaxed. Eyes smilling. No scars visible.

-”You should be a bit more serious Serath. You are making your sister worried over you”- she sighs a bit and shakes her head. She then moves her hand and offers it to her brother.

-”Now let's go. We will get mother worried as well.” she says with a smile. Serath smiles back at his sister and moves his hand trying to grab her's. But in the same moment she dissapears and the darkness surrounds him. Serath oens his eyes immediatly. A cold sweat all over his body. He is back in Shadowmoon Valley. Older with scars. Eyes sorrow. Bad memories back. „Elerenn... sister... I'm sorry..”

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Link about movie below

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1010278/

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Henavel

Henavel's blog > http://henavel.tumblr.com/

Story added from his point of view. If you guys will like it I will write the rest xD

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Mysterious Fire

He had that feeling. As if something was watching or observing him from the far distance. He could not get rid of this feeling when they arrived in Outland. First Terokkar Forest where it all started. Serath though he saw a man in red cowl over his head. Hiding behind one of the trees. But the image seemed so distant and like an illusion that time. But the feeling of being observed did not left him. He was cautious especially now that they arrived at Shadowmoon Valley. And recent let's so call them „adventures” did not brought any peace into his mind.

His gaze wondered around every minute. Paying more attention to his enviroment then he usually does. And now he just walked a bit far away from the others cause he simply had to be left alone. But the feeling... no someone was for sure observing him. He moved his gaze from left to right. Perking his left eyebrow and trying to use all his sense to see if he can finally get to know who the person is. Suddenly he heared a faint footsteps behind him and in reflex he turned around. Narrowing his eyes at the man, wearing a red clothes with a cowl covering his all face. Except his lower  part. A blonde beard formed on his chin as a male starts to speak, looking at Serath from under his cowl.

-”Inetlaen Nightgaze, do you know him?”- he asks not even saying who he is or what he wants. The man's tone serious with a bit of angriness. Serath narrows his eyes and does not say a thing. Male in front of him seems to start to become inpatient.

-”Answer me.” he says in a bit higher tone. And looks up a bit from his cowl which reveals his face a bit more. A big burned scar on his left cheek. His face shows of anger.

Serath stares at the man „So someone knows Inetlaen. Interesting. From looking at this man he either wants to kill him or at least stare him to the death.” Yet he does not still answer to the man in front of fim.

-”Are you deaf, or I should make you one?”- he says, his voice filled with burning anger. The small fireball forming in man's right hand. Serath narrows his eyes at his speaker.

-”Judging from your words I would rather leave that fireball for Nightgaze.” - he says calmly and without emotions. The man in front of him closes his hands and fireball dissapears from his palm.

-”You can tell him that Dalenthris Fireweaver is just a step behind him.”- he adds, it seems that man in front of him is a mage. Fire? A Pyromancer perhaps? That is just a guessing. Netherless this is not Serath's case to indulge the reason between this man and Nightgaze.

-”Is that all?”- Serath answers, perking his left eyebrow. The man called Dalenthris narrows his eyes in response.

-”Yes.” he says and turns around adding.

-”And if I were you I would rather not believe Nightgaze... he does not keep his promises.”- the man starts to walk ahead dissapearing behind one of the hills in Shadowmoon Valley. Serath stares at the place where the man was just standing „Fireweaver? That will be interesting.”

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Familiar face

Cold. His body felt cold. Inside and outside. Something has broken inside of him. He knew he was kneeling in snow. His clothes covered in it. Cold snow. He would probably catch a cold but he did not care. He was holding someone in his arms. His sister's head placed on his knees. But she was cold as so was the snow around them. She was ment to never smile again, say anything or even breath. Her life was taken from her. From that damn Scourge who...no it was because of the Argent Crusade. It was their fault she died. They did not helped her when she was surrounded. But then it is his fault to. He was part of Crusade to. He was to late to. He saw how the life was taken from her. How she has fallen onto the snow, her body without a life. He was staring at her face, her closed eyes. That would never look at him anymore. He felt something cold fall down his cheeks. Maybe it was snow or tears. He did not care. He only felt emptimess starting to spread across his heart. Making it cold. Emotions dying as his sister did. Then he felt a hand touching his right arm. He could feel some sort of a warmth from it. But it was more then body warmth more like... feeling of the light. He heard a male voice.

-”I am sorry...”- then pause. Serath did not turn around to look at the man. But he knew now it was one of those paladins from the Argent Crusade. He only watched her sister,dead in his arms.

-”She was brave.”- the male voice behind him added and squeezed Searth's arm firmly. Suddenly Sin'dorei turned his face around to look at paladin, brown hair and familiar face.

In the same moment Serath opened his eyes. He felt like someone was staring at him and the voice.

-”Are you allright my friend?”- familiar voice. He looked up at the source. It was a tall, brown haired Sin'dorei male in a fel green armor. With axes on his shoulders. What was his name? Henavel Sunsomething... And then it hit him. That same familiar face. Back then in Northrend. It was the male from his memory, when his sister has died. Serath only narrowed his eyes and did not answer to him.

-”You do not look so good.” Henavel added as Serath remained silent. He only stared up at Henavel still narrowing his eyes. „He, it is him, he is the one to blame she..died. He was part of the Crusade, he was with her during a fight. Yet he survived and she did not.”. While thinking so Serath clenched  his right hand into fist.

-”I am.. allright. You should be more concerned about...others.” he stared at paladin with cold gaze and his right hand relaxed a bit. Not saying anything more Serath simply walked away. Not looking back at paladin behind him or his past. That needs to be forgotten. What counts is ahead. But even so forgivness will not come so easily.

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Unspoken thoughts

Serath was sitting calmly on a ground.His eyes closed covering the fel tainted eyes. Silent as he is most of the time. Not saying a lot if no one first talks to him. He does not care what others think of him. They can curse at him, hate him... whatever.  

Serath opens his eyes and looks at Teloran sitting to his far right. He is another initiate like him. Although he seems like a big mouth. Talking a lot. His pride all over the place. If it was a water he would probably be drawning himself in it right now. But I promised to not let him die. Even if he is a fool. And even a brave one to add. That has to be said.

Serath sighs a bit as he moves his gaze at the far eft this time. Inetlaen Nightgaze. Shadow priest. Thinking he is allmighty one. Seems a bit... how to put it gently, uncontrolled sometimes. Although he has a great knowledge.

Now he is talking with such a vigor with Vellidan. Yes that Demon Hunter who is teaching us. He gives us hard training but that is what I expected. Punihsments hard and painfull, even for the slightest mistake we make. Do I hate him? No. He does what he has to. Although I do not like him.

Then we have Lynaethia. She does not seem to say a lot to. She seems a bit closed inside herself. What else? She is a mystery to me. Then we got Thane is sitting next to her. The one and only I could call... openly kind. He cares a lot. But maybe even he has his limits of kindness.

Serath sighs as he closes his eyes again. In same moment the image of his parents being killed by the man called Sylvarys appears. He knows he will not be able to fall asleep tonight.