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hair. Unexpectedly she found herself
side by side in the heat with the
same people she charged through
the Dark Portal with for the first
time. In a strange way, she felt just
as calm to have her skin feel a bit
too warm, and come close to death
at moments next to these familiar
strangers as she was to patrol the
eternal nights. She felt lost about
her purpose, and if it was correct to
use her magic; or for any warlock
to for that matter; on a Draenor
that was not really suffering too
much from the Legion’s influence.
----for familiar faces. The sinking
She adjusted the buckles on her
-----
feeling that there were none, that
arms, checking the decorations
the people that she was looking
adorning each elbow. Alliance, 7th
for were not there, was brief and
an Orc Warlock transformed into
Legion had been replaced with a
familiar. The familiar faces were
a demon flinging felfire at anyone
simple “Alliance, Demonologist.”
ahead she told herself. Grudgingly,
close. The Citadel ahead of them
Her past self on another Draenor
she summoned and mounted her
was both familiar and alien all at
wouldn’t have dared.Her other elbow
Felsteed, ignoring the looks of
once. Dravinna reacted without
had a simple badge with a blue field
the people around her. One more
hesitation for the first time since
and a golden tower on it. It was
look at the sky. Now, or wait for
she was on Draenor. Her body
simple, it was enough. She was ever
them to fall. It still felt safe. Now.
transformed into a fel green mimicry
changing, but in a way, had come full
circle to wear the guild’s crest again.
Dravinna tore her eyes away
Inside the gates of the Citadel,
of a dreadlord with ease, quickly
She was galloping down the
flinging shadow back at the Orc. This
path and weaving around patrols
how this magic was meant to be used.
when she heard someone cry out
from the sky to notice more people
behind her “Barrage incoming
moving forward. Habitually, her
to the gates! Take Cover!” Some
eyes scanned the crowd, looking
things remain the same.
By Ashleigh Ayn Sult
The GameOn Magazine