Linkan's Background.

[Linkan]

Chapter One - Once upon a time.

When I was a kid, I followed my older brother Razyel like a little puppy across the streets of Silvermoon. He always was everything I could possibly want to be! First of his class in magic and one of the best hawkstrider racer at his league.
Enjoying somebody's else fame can never go wrong... although I got annoyed as being recognized as "Razyel's brother". I AM LINKAN, FOR LIGHT'S SAKE.
Anyways, eventually, he got a scholarship to study at the Mage Tower, in Stormwind... as I was pleased to see him go for a brighter, future life, I felt abandoned in a way.
What else would I do? I begged my mama to go with him, but she wouldnt let me, I was at age of twelve and would be more of a burden to Razy than anything.
So, quietly, I let him go. I will never forget those moments, seeing him slowly entering Stormwind portal as he waves to me and our family.

The first day wasnt a big deal actually. It felt he was doing some trip to Tranquillen or even visiting our relatives that set residence in Lordearon. But as time goes, one sun setting after another, the real "missing" feeling starts to kick in.
Isnt it funny how we only realize what really happened after a while?
For you that dont know, mage trainning isnt a walk in a park, at all. Magic can really burn the untrainned, so there was no telling when Razy would get his Vacation and come back to Silvermoon.

............ To be continued ..................

[Linkan]

Chapter 2 Rumors of War.

Not long after my brother left for Stormwind, winds of war reached my land.
All of sudden, the High Masgistrate started an unsual movement on the streets, many lifestock were burnt down, market closes... food became rationed.
My mother seemed to know what was happening, but yet, she refused to tell me, in fact, most of adults refused to tell me anything, leaving opening for speculation.

After school, I ran to my usual meeting spot with my friend, dropping my backpack on the way and I climbed the oratory, near by the Sunwell Plateau.

- A plague is what they say! Said Mihen, a schoolmate, his pale skin became even more pale as he whispered those words.
- What kind of... plague? A human girl whose name I cant remember jumped into conversation.
- A human plague, it seems to be killing people near by Lordearon, but Quel'thalas is safe, for now.
All the others little Quel'doreis step away from the human girl, as if she were a carrier of the plague herself.
- Stop it guys, I am healthy, you see?
- How can we know for sure? Mihen asks almost instantly, as his big blue eyes scan through her skin, looking for any deformalities to support his hasty theory.
I don't remember how that little chat ended, but I do remember that unknown little girl running home, crying.

As the days passed, more and more unresting took over Silvermoon. Priests, Mages, Spellbreakers, Hunters and many magisters started heading south. As they passed in front of my mother's bakery, an elder human passing by the street, watching astouned the collors of our flags, rushed into the balcony. My mother, always polite and kind, sent a warm smile towards her, offering our services.

In a voice, clearly trembling in fear, she said:
- I fear for my life... I am shocked on how the Royal House didnt decrete martial law on Quel'thalas. Andorhal lies in flames, and surviviors said it was burn down by prince Arthas himself!
- Rumors, don't worry about it, Your Highness Anasterian is a wise Elf. Mom's warm smile changed, in unyson to a new strict voice. -Linkan, I don't like to see you listening to adults conversation. Grab your books and go to the park train your healing skills. Your teacher came here earlier today and told me you were slacking in class... AGAIN.

Opposed, with a defying look, I grab my book and headed into the park. That old lady words, together with the rumors from a human plague I just heard actually chilled my spine.
Looking towards the horizon, all I could see was the peacefull sky, with those cotton made clouds, blue as the sea.
Surrounding my horizon, all that my eye can meet is the majestic walls, carefully carved with beautifull rubys, yet, imponent and strong. Buildings in gold detail, that only a well gifted race could only raise. Reaching the sky, beaconing to all races in Azeroth that yes, it is possible to live in peace, live in a great city, with sparking clean streets.

And for a moment, swalled by the grace of Silvermoon, I felt safe... safe for now.

[Linkan]

Chapter 3 - Shindu Fallah nah!

Safety.
Everything in this life is a matter of "point of view". Isn't it phisics law? It all depends on where you are. And how far is your comprehension of reality.
Little I could know what was happening in humands lands to the south, all was just, unclear.
My life was restricted to my studies, to my home chores and of course, hanging out with my friends. From my childish days, I was taught to believe we are an ancient, eternal people.
Nothing, no power in azeroth could change that.

A Cold, harsh morning.
It was a sunday morning.

Soldiers kept going house to house evicting its residents, showing a royal edict, where every single able bodied, elf or human, that upholds Silvermoon Citizenship have is being draft to war.
My mother, as she read the royal edict, bowed down gracefully.
Without saying a word, she took her pendant, wrapped it around my neck and kissed my forehead. Children, we dont raise for ourselves. We raise for the world. A tear broke through ran down her face. Melanore, me dorei. (Safe travels, my child).

I admit I was afraid. What would be facing?
Later in that night, an earie wind whispered my ears. I said my prayers. My hand was shacking.
We stood in line, with our swords at hand prepared for the worst, waiting for the best.
Footstep, horrified screens... a putrid smells filled the air.

Something huge came, without being able to define what that would be, our mages started to chant their most powerfull spells, a rain of pyroblasts cut through the velvet night exploding against the unknown mob that was marching again the gates of Silvermoon.
The sound of its blastwave shake the very foundation of earth. But they kept rushing through.

Shindu Fallah nah! Shindu Fallah nah!!!! (They are breaking though!!!)
Was yelling a lady with a distinguished armor.
I admit, I feared... I wish I could go back home, wake up from this horid dream.
When the fog of all those pyroblasts cleared, I could see my foe. It was unbeliavable.
Undead, undeads raising to attack the living. What would that be???
Those undead were a mix of Quel'dorei, trolls and Humans... who ever were our enemy, made no distinction between races.
Oh my god, would my brother be among them? Had he reach Storwind safely?
Yet... is Stormwind still standing?

A hornet of war was played. It was time to march foward...

[Voltaere]

((I like this set of stories a lot - thanks for writing))

[Linkan]

Chapter 4 - What is there to expect for tomorrow?

One huge hit... another even stronger. And the crushing sound of Silvermoon's sacred gateway cut my soul.
As the fog of war settled, never seen before creatures started to lay waste into everything I held sacred.
A magistrate told me to start healing... and god, I healed. I healed like I never thought I'd be able to.
But regardless how much I'd cleanse or heal, the corruption emanating from such ville creatures seen to overtake it, breaking any armada we would throw at them.
Fire and suffer... and a unbareable scent of "barbecue" filled the air.
My eyes overtaken by tears couldn't believe it. What is it left to do? It was over.
More and more Quel'dorei rushed into battle, aidded by a few humans that took residence in Silvermoon... but for every of our soldiers that fell in battle, our foes gainned a new one.

I felt like running, was terrified... all I wanted was my mom and my old life again. I DONT WANT TO BE A MARTYR. I WANT MY LIFE, MY PEACE, MY HOME BACK!

The magistrate leading my "junior" flank took a long sigh... unstealthed his dagger, and ordered us to hide... HIDE! you are our future, run childrem, run to the outerwalls.
Quickly (and reliefed), I nod at him, and fled together with the other kids that used to compose my "junior" flank. From distance I could hear that magistrate horrified scream...

Back at my neighborhood, still untouched by the attack, every living soul was either hiding or running to save their lives... My mom, differently was sitting still, in a nearby square's bench... lost in thoughts.

- Mother? She openned up with a wonderous smile and rushed into my arms.
- My love... I thought I lost you... I thought I lost it all.
For a moment... I couldnt hear the screams... I couldnt scent the putrid smells... I wasnt afraid. In my mother's arm, I was safe and trully loved.
- Hurry!!!! We have to move out - a random person yelled at us -- The undead are here! Run!
And so we ran together with the huge mob of people, pannicing...

All of our culture... all of our achievements... all of our traditions... it meant nothing.
It's all dust in the wind.