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Zeldamon: The Legacy (Part 3) (My World of Warcraft FanFiction)

Updated on February 25, 2016
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Alexis enjoys writing fan fiction featuring Blizzard's World of Warcraft. The adventures of Zeldamon is in form of fantasy flash fiction.

Alucardia (Allie)

Finding a Home

Wanting nothing to do with the place she once called home, it wasn't long before Zeldamon realized she needed to move on from Darnassus. She heard others speaking of a land called Exodar, and that sounded beautiful to her... But when she arrived in the survivable woods that surrounded this beautiful city, it was more sadness, death, and recovery alkyl around her. There were still people looking actively for their family members, friends, or allies.She stayed to gather supplies and to establish a reputation of kindness, but this would not be her home, and she would not be happy until she had the love that her parents had shared. With 500 Gold, she set forth for Stormwind. Stormwind was supposed to be a city made of some, with people from all over working inside an ocean of opportunity.

Jayxen (Jayx)

"Take the boat," they said...

*Children giggling* "Shhh... Mommy said be quiet, Alucardia." The girls had been in the storage shack for hours now.

"Whatever, JAYXEN, she doesn't care about us anyways, she's never coming back. One day... It'll just be us..." *baby screams*

Zeldamon lurched forward in her cot bed, her clothes wet with sweat. "I'm so sorry." She jumped, startled to find anyone in the room with her before remembering she shared the sleep room on the boat to Stormwind with 12 other people, 5 of them children. She nodded in the direction of the voice she heard, and slowly laid back down as to but draw attention to herself. "Who was that?" she wondered.

The first couple days on the boat were wonderful. The sea was calm, and wildlife was abundant and friendly. She almost felt as though this could be paradise in itself, living at sea. During sleep on the third night, Zeldamon began again having hallucinations in her sleep, though no one noticed. It seemed to real to just be a nightmare, and they were almost memories, but... She would have been so young...


"Oh, Joseph, we must run away. What about the children? This is not how we were to raise them, with war and blood at their doors every night. Please, it's time to go, my love."

"The children need learn honor, loving wife, what will we tell them about those we abandon today? How do you justify leaving the lives I might save?"


As the boat swayed back and fourth for the next three days sure to a raging storm, Zeldamon finally fell to sea sickness. Lying there with five others in the sick bay, she wanted nothing but to sleep, but sleep only brought pain and pain just brought nausea. By day 15 on the boat, she was only getting worse, despite beautiful sea conditions. Zeldamon was the only one checked into the sick bay, and they were in the middle if the ocean. With fifteen days more to travel, the medic was getting worried, as well as the other passengers, for Zeldamon and her sanity. There were hours she lay, opening and closing her eyes like watching a photo album of unfamiliar faces and distorted truths. When she ate, it felt like her body was instantly poisoned by the substance once it hit her blood stream.

Nine days before they arrived at Stormwind, the medic called for a Priest to bless her and try to heal her, but none were to be found. He would have to settle for the son of a Priest who assured him he knew the ways of healing and would do what he could to help Zeldamon. The boy was just seventeen years old, but has no other moral compass in life than the books his father left him in passing years back.

He set the pages on a table beside her, her face pained in delusion and her stomach in knots. He sat gently next to her, taking her hand. She pulled back, her eyes now examining his face. "Shhh, ailing soul, let yourself have peace..." He whispered. "Hush now, you need to sleep clear... Breathe... You're in control now... It's up to you, sleep now, Zeldamon, you will wake with the sun." All of a sudden, she lurched forward with a sick that felt like evil leaving her body. All at once, the pictures burned away out of her mind, and the knots she felt starving her released. She began to sob for her lost pieces of memory as the mysterious boy held her hand and strikes her hair until she passed out.

Joseph

Lyfe

Finding Love

"Daddy's here, little girl... Don't you worry about anything, I'll always protect you..."

*Blink... Blink...* Zeldamon didn't want to open her eyes... It was the first memory that stayed peaceful... In almost 30 days now. The ship to Stormwind had been delayed by another two weeks due to the storm that started the flashbacks, and how could it all just be... gone? Yet, somehow, she didn't feel like she was even on a boat anymore.

"I had to suppress your memories for blew. They're too much for you. The spell will last long enough for you to be able to withstand... feeling what happened to you..."

With every word he spoke, she felt her face get her with the salt of her tears.

"...It was the sea that did it, all these lost souls try to communicate with the ones they've spent ages looking for. Some have searched as long as a hundred year before going silent."

Her stomach turned an that thought. Though her memories were bound, she felt in her soul that she was being searched for. "Lost... souls?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably on his cot which he must have set up to keep watch over Zeldamon. "I'm Lyfe. My father was a priest, and as a man of light, his soul is at peace... I don't have much experience with the lost ones. I'll do my best to guide you in the next week or two, but we week need supplies when we make it to Stormwind."

As she stood up a light wave of nausea hit Zeldamon, and she stumbled, trying to keep it down. "

As we probe at your past... It's going to get worse before it gets better, I'm afraid..." Lyfe stood up, gently bracing her as she composed herself.

"Worse than now, or worse than before you came to my aid?" she nervously wondered.

"Come sit with me, Zeldamon... I promise there is a light in your future." he answered, guiding her to a table ready with breakfast. "You must get your strength up so we may begin..."

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      Ashley Cogdill 2 years ago from Indiana/Chicagoland

      Selfies from the game. :) As always, thank you Larry :)

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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Cool artwork.

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