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Zela's story - Discipline to Shadow
Zela's story - Discipline to Shadow
The sharp boney fingers of skeletons and zombies clawed at her. She didn't know how many there were anymore. They seemed all around her and unending. Her tattered wool robe offered no protection. Out of mana and in desperate need of healing that would not come, she used all her remaining strength to swing her mace at her undead attackers. It was barely an annoyance to the unnatural foes, but she would not yield. Whenever she could gather her breath, she screamed at them, but it was no use. They knew she was losing and they had no need to fear her. Glancing down at the small body of her fallen comrade, she knew she'd soon be joining him. There was nowhere to run and even if there was, she hadn't the energy to go more than a couple feet now. Still swinging her mace frantically, her eyes filled with angry tears and she looked to the night sky to beg for a miracle.
The black exploded into bright orange fire that began to rain down all around her. Her enemies stopped tearing at her as they began writhing in their own misery. Seconds later, they were mere piles of dust.
With a heavy sigh of relief, she fell to the ground to offer a prayer of thanks.
A deep voice cut the silence, "You're holding back some natural talent. Your mom didn't just pass down her good looks. Sticking to the shadows worked well for her."
Zela's prayer stopped, her eyes opened and widened in slow realization that this was not a miracle of Elune, and she was not alone. Zela looked up just as an ornately robed man disappeared in a flash of light.
Picking herself up, she stared in awe at the place where the warlock had been. Quite mechanically, she cast a spell to resurrect her fallen companion. Lost in her own thoughts, she barely heard the gnome chattering about his thankfulness as she walked on, entranced by the words just said to her. She had never heard anyone speak of her mother that knew her.
The young night elf had been raised by the priestesses in the temple in Darnassus and never known her mother. They told her that her mother had been a rogue, and come to them alone, wounded and already in the beginning stages of childbirth. There were complications and, despite their great healing power, she did not survive, but they were able to save the baby.
They raised her in the temple and she was always encouraged to join the priesthood and was put on the path of Discipline early on to thwart her natural rebelliousness. Little good it did, as here she was in a graveyard a continent away, picking fights with the undead in the middle of the night.
Always haunted by questions and yearning for some type of connection with her mother, Zela knew she must find this warlock. His words still repeating in her mind, she realized she could stay true to the priesthood and still honor her mother's way of life. The instant she had this thought, she knew it to be her new path. She cast aside her disciplined talents and began to study the ways of shadow, and a very happy feeling that had always been too small for her to notice before, welled up inside her.
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