Many months ago…
I was sleeping in my favorite tree, just on the southwestern brink of Darnassus, by this beautiful pond that glowed in the tranquil moonlight. The wind calmly roamed through the tranquil grove, and all was at peace. Suddenly, the winds stirred; Danger! Danger!!
I fell out of the tree into the lake. I was so shocked I gasped for air and felt the water enter my lungs. I quickly turned into a dolphin and swam up to the surface, sprouting wings and soaring south, away from Darnassus. Ashenvale was calling. I flapped my wings and was starting to lag when I heard a voice, giving me strength. I flew faster then I ever flew, and reached Ashenvale. There was smoke everywhere, and a Horde invasion army approaching. I was too late to save Ashenvale.
The voice pulled me back, and I found myself in a clearing with several other night elf and worgen druids. At the center was Malfurion, rallying us to strike back, but Ashenvale was lost for now. We retreated back into Darkshore, and using our powers, we channeled from the forests all of our wisps towards the Horde forces. They slipped together and using their magic formed a mighty wall that separated us from the Horde army. There in the front was the Banshee Queen herself, Sylvanas Windrunner.
She ordered her troops forward and several Forsaken launched themselves into the wall. They disintegrated, and the wisps buzzed angrily. The other druids and I retreated , leaving Malfurion alone for now. The Horde army started launching their catapults at our ancestors, and the wall shuddered with each hit. We all retreated back into Darkshore to prepare for the Horde’s next move.
2 days later
The wall had been broken, the wisps scattered around Darkshore or returned to Teldrassil. I was perched in a tree above a game trail, along with one of my friends. I smelled the rotting stench of the Forsaken wafting through the forest, and he turned into a feral cat while I readied the forest around us. When the undead were below us, he pounced on one and slashed its limbs off, while the very ground pulled two of the others down below. He leaped onto another one but he was impaled by its spear. I sliced the final undead’s head off with a flurry of thorns, and channeled the life of the forest into my friend. I helped him back up, and together we returned back to the canopy and waited for our next prey…
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