Chapter 1

The magister looked up from the parchment she held in her slender hands as the stranger approached. The newcomer held a long brown wood staff and had a black pouch on her belt. She wore flowing black robes which were tattered and worn. “Welcome stranger. How may I be of assistance?” The magister kept her voice kind and gentle and was surprised at the tone of the strangers reply.

“I wish become stronger, you have anything I do increase my strength?” The stranger spoke in a gruff voice and stumbled over the simplest of terms. It was almost as if Thalassian was not this elf’s first language.
“Well there is a hunting party going out for lynxes. What is your name and profession?” the magister was very interested in this strange elf.

“Haani, I am apprentice priest.” That was clearly all she was willing to reveal.

“Very well Haani, I will contact the hunting party and tell them to collect you before they set out.” The strange elf bowed and walked out of the room.

Beginnings

Haani stood, basking in the light of the sun in the entrance of the cave, in which she had trained for the last three years under the tutelage of the wrinkled human. For three years! It was now time to move on from the stuffy old man. Although he was grumpy and irritable at the best of times, Haani had to admit that the crooked old man, Bevier Fallendun was the best priest trainer in all of Quel’Thalas and the only one willing to teach her the forbidden shadow magic. “Haani! Get back in here! we must go over the runes I am to give you.” The creaking voice of the trainer stabbed out of the cave, destroying the tranquil aura. She had spent three years with no-one but this rude human for companionship, she had become nearly as bad as him. Haani grunted and trudged back inside.