Dawnsky · Chronicles

(( Everyone else had a story for their character, so I wanted one. ZomgEle'spastnowai. It'll be kind of a love story, kind of an adventure story. It will be continued after this, however, and will take a while to complete. ))

Eleanea laughed, and it reverberated off the stone walls. The dark, curly haired girl next to her, however, frowned.
      "It's not funny! You'll get in awful trouble!" she whispered severely. Eleanea sobered, but her green-gold eyes sparkled with glee. 
     "Arki, how will I get in trouble if I'm not here?" she asked. She glanced around the academy's walls. "This place is for high born people. How do we know if I was high born, hmm?" Arki sighed.
     "It isn't for high born people, Eleanea. It's for learning--"
     "For people who have a lot of money," finished Eleanea calmly. Arki's nose wrinkled, as it so often did when she was frustrated.
     "How will you survive, out there?" she asked. At this, the auburn haired girl laughed loudest of all. Some apprentices whirled around and glared, while others giggled. In fact, one brown haired girl stood, her pink lips smirking.
     "Have you forgotten who Eleanea is? The Goddess of the Streets, the Mistress of the Dagger! In our presence is the Majesty---"
     "Alright, we get it," said Arki moodily. She looked at her friend and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I don't want you to get hurt," she whispered tearfully. Eleanea took her hand and squeezed it.
      "I won't. But there's so much out there, outside the academy walls. I don't want to live the cushy life anymore," she said. "I leave at dusk."

Eleanea slung her backpack over her shoulder. The pretty green gown she wore tripped her, and she nearly fell out the window. She caught her balance and slowly clambered out the open window. The delicious smelling spring breeze welcomed her. Fitting her feet into the many loose stones, Eleanea slowly made her way down the tower. Her hair streamed down her back, which felt refreshing after being held up for so long. But, as she looked down, she gasped. The city was beautiful by night. Candles glittered in the homes of people who were still awake. The city looked like a model, filled with large buildings and taverns. The stars dusted the velvety black sky, glittering like gems in a ball gown.
            Finally, Eleanea reached the ground. She spied a man smoking in the corner. She saw a guard patrolling around the city, who clearly would rather be inside a tavern. She smirked a little, shifted her backpack, and started down the road.

The din of the Wayfarer's Tavern was almost deafening. Men bellowed bawdy songs, and women danced. Two rogues, a Blood Elf and Troll, whispered in the corner. An undead was tossing his own head up and down. The barmistress passed around drinks. Eleanea felt eyes on the back of her head, but she ignored them. She was fascinated with this place. She walked into one rowdy guard who was clearly drunk. He slurred flirtations at her, and she got away as quickly as possible.
               Eleanea walked up the ramp, scooting through the crowd. She found the upstairs impossibly quiet. She walked silently towards an empty room and fell upon a bed. She slept peacefully, her dreams swimming with joy and relief.

"Hey!" She felt someone poke her arm. Eleanea's eyes fluttered open. A tall, handsome Blood Elf stood before her. His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight. She blinked and rose.
        "Lazy bones." The man grinned, and Eleanea perked a brow. The sixteen year old eyed him carefully. 
        "What time is it?" she inquired.
        "Eleven." She blinked again.
        "That late?!" The man chuckled. She couldn't help but notice, once again, how handsome he was. His eyes glittered with mischief and laughter. Finally, he bowed low. Eleanea swooped into a quick curtsey and darted around the room, looking frantically for her backpack. The man, however, caught her arm and stopped her search.
        "Settle yourself, young woman," he said. "You'll need something to eat before you go." Eleanea stared at him, before truly taking in his words.
         "W--? Oh! Oh, yes, perhaps..." They made their way downstairs.
        "My name is Kelan, by the way," the man said.
      "Eleanea," she replied. He smiled, and her already rosy cheeks became red. As they reached the first floor, she realized she wasn't hungry.
      "I really must go," she said suddenly. Kelan looked surprised and slightly crestfallen, but he shook it off.
     "You're sure?" he asked. She nodded vigorously. 
     "Our paths will meet again, I'm sure," she said. With that, she ran out the door and into Eversong Woods.

Eleanea tripped and fell. The great beast roared and beared down upon her. She screamed and shoved her dagger into its chest. It rolled over, clearly dead, blood spurting from its chest. She rose, breathing heavily. The rain poured down, drenching every inch of her, plastering her hair to her face. She tilted her head up, the rain welcome.
           "Thank the Light," she murmured. She turned toward the rolling hills and started up them, muddy and bleeding, perfectly unaware of her fate.