World of Warcraft Community Magazine Issue 13 | Page 77

World of Warcraft Community Magazine // 77

between the blue of the ocean
and the blue of the skyline. Their
meeting place, something really is
out there. I can’t wait. I have to wait,
but it pains me. I have to wait until
my name is shouted out, bellowed
from the rafters to join up with a
group of hunters. This summer I
am old enough to go see what lurks
in the corners and to see the what
makes the shadows fall into the
city. This trip only comes once for
a child before they are sent off to
train in the battlefield. It’s a summer
of exploration, weeks of learning
and seeing sights we hear about
from the old storytellers. It’s my
only chance to take one step out of
the front gate likely for a few more
years. My blood rushes and my heart
races, I can feel the wind, or at least
imagine feeling the wind, blowing
through my hair as I gaze upon the
true world. Days pass, and still my
name has not been called. Only a
few midlings are called out each
week. We joke that it’s because the
hunters don’t want to drag bodies
back. Although, it has happened
before, but I have studied enough
to know basic safety... I hope.
A week passes, as I drag my
broom through the courtyard I groan
when the bell rings. I stop and turn
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