The black raven

[Balelor]

Bal?lor shrugges slightly as he gazed out over the lamb, He had always liked this pub more than the pig. Maybe because it was more of his own kind of people here, the ones that did not care for the light, and instead worshipped the darkness as himself.
Bal?lor had recently been starting to hear whispers about the "Dark one" as they put it.
He had no bloody idea why, but that title felt familiar..
Bal?lor downed his ale, and tossed a gold to the barkeep as he got up, and walked out from the pub, into the darkness of the streets.
He thought of going home, and spending the evening with the love of his life, arabella, althought recently she's been fighting the horde, so they didn't see each other that much.
He shivred slightly from the cold wind, passing thru the streets of the mage district, as he started to make his way to cathedral square.
Bal?lor liked it there at nights.. it was dark, and quiet... not as it was in the day, when there was those damned paladins running around there, yelling at him for not worshipping the light in the cathedral.
He ran a hand thru his ravenblack hair, and sighed as he sat down at a bench, just looking at the cathedral.

He awoke several hours later, and it was still night, he had no idea for how long he had slept.
Bal?lor scratched the back of his head, and stared to walk to old town.
He peered around in the streets, and it seemed as there was a few people out this late hour, but himself.
He passed the pig, and felt that someone.. was watching him, from the backalley.
Bal?lor peered in to the dark alley, and spotted a pair of blue glowing eyes, that felt... familiar, althought he couldn't remember where he had seen them.
And the next moment, they were gone as fast as they had appeared.
He shrugged slightly, and then after a moment of thinking, he walked into the dark alley.
It was darker there than he had expected, and he walked blindly in the dark alley, he couldn't see a thing.
He Tripped over something, and hit the ground.
Bal?lor Swore loudly, and peered around to see what he had tripped over.

It was a the corpse of a young boy, he appeared to have had been tortured from the expression of his face, and the wounds covering his face, and the rest of his body.
Bal?lor.. Just stared at the body, unable to even move.
After about two minutes, he finally got up and stumbled his way back to his home, and collapsed at the bed, exhausted and disgusted.
He Would never forget the look at that boys face...

Outside his home, a Man that looked like he was in his twenties, smirked for himself and said: "Heh... It has been some while my Boy... And you have growed up to be a fine speciment of a Warrior.. Too bad that you don't want to join us, when we take over this world.."
The old warlock grinned for himself, as he turned to the Eredar beside him.
"Do not hurt him, or take him prisoner... For now, Just.. Observe him."
The eredar nodded at the warlock, and walked away, Hiding in stormwind.
And for the warlock... Well, he was just simply gone.

| Zhe end! |