Destination: Preface
Destiny: Chapter I
Destiny: Chapter II
Shellene and I went into the house and while I had breakfast I explained everything that had happened that night, I decided not to tell her anything about my new admiration for the way that stranger fought. Shellene was very concerned by the fact that he paid me attention before leaving, she thought that it is never good for an enemy to get your face. I laughed. He left to close all the doors and windows in case that member of the horde happened to hide there.
The day passed slowly. He tried to keep the children entertained, with games and contests, theaters and legendary battles, but they were not very happy with this confinement.
I could have left the orphanage a few years ago, when I came of age, but I had preferred to stay there, helping Shellene. Every year the wars claimed more lives and more people joined the battles, thus more and more children without a home or family arrived at the orphanage.
Long ago one night Lord Grisillo Shadowbreaker, the Paladin trainer, was returning to his room in the Cathedral when he saw a small bundle by the stairs. There, wrapped in blankets, was a small, red-haired and rosy girl who was looking at him with wide and smiling eyes. Naini called me.
This is how under the protection of Lord Shadowbreaker and Shellene's care I grew up. All the free time that my studies gave me I spent in the Cathedral. Grisillo always assumed that I would become his disciple in the arts of war, but, truthfully, I was never drawn to battle. He spent most of his time among the books in the Library, learning about and learning the history and legends of Azeroth.
The sun was setting when Sam came looking for me.
"What happened?" I asked anxiously.
- He was a rogue, apparently he stole something from Shaina's room and left. We think it came alone. We haven't found anything, nor has anything else happened in the city. You can be calm now. Samuelson smiled.
- Sam, is Grisillo in the Cathedral?
- No, he's at the Castle reporting, I think.
"Okay ... well, I'll look for him tomorrow," I said, somewhat upset, hoping he could help me.
- You need something? You know you can count on me for whatever you need- we had both grown up together and although Sam's military training had distanced us, he always tried to spend as much time as possible with me, which he used to be grateful for.- Tonight it would be better if you didn't go out, Anyway, the guards are on the lookout for any movement and I wouldn't want them to confuse you.
I couldn't help but laugh, more than once I had been stopped on my night walks, mistaking me for some thief. Sam was laughing too.
- I'll wait until tomorrow, thanks anyway.
I spent the whole night dreaming of that strange being that moved with that surprising speed and disappeared and appeared at will. I woke up at dawn with a strange sense of urgency. He was thinking about what it would be like to fight like this, wield those little daggers and still knock out an experienced warrior. He needed to know more.
I left early ready to search for whatever information I could find. He knew that in the Cathedral library he would not find anything, so he decided to go find Adair Gilroy, a librarian who ran a small bookstore in the Canal District, near the dungeons. He would surely find something of interest there.
- Good morning, miss, can I help you with something?
- Good morning, I would like to know if you have some kind of book about the different kinds of combat.
- Any class work, young man?
- Rather, some existential doubts.
"I see…" Adair looked at me suspiciously, "let's see what we can find."
He took a gray-cover book from the shelf by the door.
- I think I'm going to need something a little more ... complete.
- If you wanted to give me some more ... information - he imitated my tone when asking - maybe I could find what you are looking for.
- Well, a friend told me some things about the rogues and I would like to check some of their theories. I smiled at him with a certain flirtation, which I didn't think would work.
There was a tense silence until Adair smiled to himself and turned, walking to the back of the tent. When he returned he was carrying a very small book, like a small notepad, with worn covers.
"Sorry, little one," he said, with an annoyed air, "but it's the only thing I could find." I don't think it will be useful to you, most of them are legends, but ...
- If you want a quiet place to read, I recommend the Park - he told me when I was leaving - not many people go there.
- Oh thanks.