World of Warcraft Community Magazine Issue 13 | Page 78

FICTION

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to look at the announcer, high up in

my list. I had this all planned out,

for our excursions; mine a short

the rafters, my doubt of my name

why can’t I find this damned list.

dress of brilliant greens and blues

ever being called has gotten to me.

My mind flustered, racing with all

that flowed in the back. I was told it

I know I am supposed to stand tall

the things I now have no time to

would blend me to my surroundings

and stare at him in gracious awe,

do. Then the sun catches my eye,

while not being hard to move in so I

but I can’t help but feel like there

the window. I crawled back out my

could bolt quickly if necessary. Bolt

is no point in it at all. Wait... no. I

window, and sat. Breathe deeply I

quickly? Why had that never crossed

misheard, I must have misheard. Did

told myself. The sun beat down on

my mind before as something to

he really call my name? The other

me as I tried to gather myself from

worry about. Regardless, I took a

midlings were running towards

the overwhelming excitement.

deep breathe as I stepped out of

me, it must be true. I... can’t move.
I’ve dreamt of this day for years

my room, stood tall, and walked
I managed to find my list and

and I am frozen like a hunter in

packed my bag. I changed, after all a

the sight of its prey. As the shock

courtyard dress would not do for my

begins to wear off, I rush back to

first adventure. The chambermaids

my room. I have to pack, where is

had made us all special clothing

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proudly to the room where we
were to meet our hunter guides.
Three burly men and a slender,
quiet woman stood around a table