Her Shattered Destiny
A couple of years ago, I was injured in an accident. While I was recovering, my daughter purchased a copy of World Of Warcraft for me so that I may have something to do while I was healing up. Like many people who play the game, I found it a lot of fun and quite addicting. As time progressed and my characters matured, I started thinking of stories to support my characters and their adventures. This then, is a story based on a few of my characters in the game. I've used the original names of the characters, so please understand that although the names may sound familiar, there is no intention to link these with comics, manga, anime, TV or real life.
This is my first posted fanfiction, and so I expect that many errors will be found as these chapters progress. Please let me know of any so that I can get them corrected.
Comments and criticism are highly appreciated! Flamers, however, will be ignored.
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Her gnarled fingers reached across the table and grasped the crystal goblet. She then carefully turned it around and inspected the contents. As she rotated the ancient artifact, energies within mingled and caused the contents to sparkle and slowly change color. It had taken her nearly two centuries of hard work to reach her present level of power. She was now feared by most of her kind and her powers in the warlock magics now equaled that of the Ancients. She turned her head and looked at herself in the large gilded mirror over her dressing table. The frail woman that stared back at her was almost too frightening to look at. Her hair, once a beautiful reddish brown, was now a tattered mass of white and gray that made her look like some kind of spectral ghost. Her once stunning face was now a mass of wrinkles and warts. If you were to see her for the first time, an old hag would be the first thing that came into your mind. But if you lingered for a moment you would see her bright green eyes and the fire that burned within. There was intelligence there and it was very, very evil.
The old woman talked to herself as she made preparations for the spell. "It has taken over 5 years of scrounging to get the equipment for this enchantment and it cost me a fortune. It will all be well worth it though, for when I'm done, the world will soon tremble in fear at the mere mention of my name."
She took the goblet to the side of her bed and set it down on the small table next to it. She then walked over to the other side and on an identical table started a fire inside a brass incense burner. She sprinkled a bit of powder into the burner and watched as it slowly started to produce a hazy smoke. After taking a breath of the sweet smelling vapors, she turned and inspected the glowing runes on the floor. Arranged in a circle around her bed were symbols of the six known elements of earth, water, air, fire, magic and time. The rune for time was placed at the center of the circle and a student of these runes would
quickly realize that this particular rune was drawn backwards.
Satisfied that everything was ready, she walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up the goblet. Holding it close to her mouth she silently worded a phrase to herself and when she was finished, she drank the entire contents. She shuddered as the fiery brew churned inside her like some kind of high-powered dwarven whisky. Taking a deep breath she climbed up onto her bed and rolled onto her back. She reached in her robe and pulled out an old withered stick. Holding the piece of wood in her hand, she raised it above her body and mouthed a few unidentifiable words. A second later, the room was bathed in a soft blue light as the spell started to do its work. Tiny blue lights began to form above her and as they did, they started to fall. The tiny little sparks soon covered her in a cloud of soft blue light, and her eyes became heavy and closed. She was soon asleep and never saw that the runes on the floor had connected themselves together and formed the classic shape of a pentagram.
More importantly, she never saw the dissipation of a magic cloak as it revealed three persons who were themselves still cloaked in shadow. The two taller figures could only stare at the sleeping woman with a deep hatred, but the third, an older gnomish woman looked upon the sleeping warlock with a terrible sadness. Finally with heavy tears flowing from her eyes, she prepared her spell.