The heroes from Azeroth, Chapter: 1
It’s an early morning in the elf capitol city of Darnassus. Ever since the battle of the ancients the Night elf’s kept themselves low when it comes to war. But the worgen are a different story. The cursed once were seeking revenge for the countless lost life’s in Gilneas.
One of those cursed ‘beasts’ was me; Aldon Darkwhisper. I was raised as a orphan and treated like garbage. It wasn’t something entirely new to me but sometimes people just stare at me when I walk by. But I think the main reason about that is because I made it into the high ranks of the Cenarion Circle. Yea, I am an arch druid.
I just woke up from my peaceful slumber by a rather annoying voice that rang through my living room. It was Sorencys Lightflower my second in command as she calls it. She is a fairly young Night Elf with the spirit of a 5 year old. But she is greatly skilled in wielding swords and axes but prefers swords more because of the double blades.