World Of Warcraft, 2 Worlds | A Fan Made Tale of One's Epic Journey | Prologue Part 1: A Peaceful Childhood, Added

[Ghoulish]

[center][size="3"]The 2 Civilizations[/size]

"[i]With birth, comes Life
Full of love, Full of hate
An endless journey, A chosen destination
An attainable resolve, An improvable solution
A chosen path, A destined Fate
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A different race, but the same class
Hunger for justice, Hunger for power
The same goal, A different approach
One for all, All for One[/i]
....Alliance, Horde...."[/center]

[spoiler=Introduction]
World Of Warcraft, 2 Worlds depicts the journey of a group consisting of those who reside in the support of the Alliance. The story follows the birth and growth of 2 individuals, one, a young Warrior by the name of Alvar, Alvar has many dreams, his main original goal however is to join the FLEET and become an up and rising Recruit of the Aliiance Military forces and Atlin, a young paladin gifted/afflicted with holy light, Atlin is not like those from his hometown of Northshire Valley but rather he is an unknow elf-like creature adopted by Alvar's Parents.

Throughout Alvar and Atlin's journey they come across a variety of races and individuals along with discovering all sorts of lands both hostile and safe. Alvar's strongest quality comes with his desire to improve himself and his care for his comrades, Atlin's search for knowledge is only matched by his search for power and to acheive his destiny.

The tale of Alvar and Atlin's adventures will no doubt be written down in history[/spoiler]

[spoiler= Author's Notes UPDATED]
So this is an idea I came up with a while ago, I have alot of ideas for this FIC involving numerous Plots, I hope to make the ARCs different and interesting with lots of contrasting protaganists and antagonists and personalities. My knowledge of WOW areas is quite good but not perfect so anyt ips on both that and my writing style is much appreciated as I have good intentions for this FIC, however constructive critique and nesseccary points are much appreciated, I hope to get the Prologue up by the latest 30th/3/2011.

I've now given a proper title for the Fic "Two Worlds" and updated the Introduction, the story will follow the adventures of both Alvus and Atlin.

If interested PM me and I will elt you know when chapters come out, Thanks Bluster Soldier[/spoiler]

[spoiler= Prologue, Part 1: A Peaceful Childhood]

[center]World of Warcraft
2 Worlds[/center]

A bright summer sun stood proudly beyond the distant hills, spreading its majesty all through the Elwynn Forest. Young bears and wolfs scavenged through the forest, searching for food and other resources.

A narrow path through the forest however would aid armoured guards and civilians in their travel towards the town of Northshire
Valley. Northshire Valley, although protected by a secure fortress like gate, was a peaceful town filled with young families and elder citizens.

The small town was home for small shops and small houses along with a minor castle that kept protective watch over the city. Many mothers and fathers would perform their usual daily activities, like shopping or performing household chores.

Young children would run and play on the smoothly cut grass around the town, to them the world was a giant playground.
Although the tranquillity of Northshire Valley seemed endless, many occurrences would unfold that would shock the very fabric of humanity.

The Tale of Two Worlds began with two small boys both aged 8. The two boys held wooden swords in which they would viciously swing at each other attempting to knock the other one down. They stood in a small rocky area surrounded by minor hills that however still stood within the fortress’s walls.

One boy had mid-length brown hair and reasonably tanned skin, he wore brown shorts and a sleeveless white shirt with brown suspenders. The other boy was of the same height except he had mid-long blonde hair and long blond eye brows, his skin was also slightly more fair than the first boy. The most interesting feature of this boy was his glowing green eyes and how he seemed to resemble the young appearance of an elf.

The 2 boys clashed their wooden swords in the middle of the two. They both stared at each other with focus using what little force they had to try to push the other one down. Strain suddenly could be seen in the blonde hair boys face as he murmured.

“You…won’t win….Alvas!”

Alvas grinned as a sweat drop ran down from his head. “Oh…yes….I…will!” Suddenly Alvas used all his force and pushed his sword
forward forcing the clash to end and the blonde boy to fall to the ground.

As the blonde haired boy sat up rubbing his head he was greeted with the tip of Alvus’ wooden sword.

“Give up? Atlin?!” Alvas questioned with a grin.

The boy known to be Atlin clenched his wooden sword that lay flat on the ground.

“Never!” Atlin called as he swung his sword towards Alvas’s sword, however this was no ordinary swing, the wooden sword suddenly glowed with gold, it lit the area and cut through Alvas’s wooden sword knocking him to the ground.

Atlin panted as Alvas slowly sat up holding the back of his head. Alvas looked at his broken in two sword and stated.

“Oh man, that’s the 3rd time, how do you keep doing that?!”

Atlin looked at his returned to normal wooden sword and shrugged.

“I don’t know?,” He questioned to himself.

“Well don’t just stand there help me up!” Alvas insisted in a slightly frustrated tone.

“Oh, right.” Atlin grabbed Alvas’ hand and lifted him up. The two suddenly turned to face the small village as they heard a loud horn.

Noticably many civilians were hurrying towards the path that led to the village as the wooden town gate opened allowing to enter 8 armoured warriors riding horses and surrounding an elderly man who wore a crown and a red cape.

The man greeted the awaiting townspeople who stood in awe over the man’s presence.

“It’s the king!” they would call.

“The protector of the Alliance!”

“We love you king!”

The prestigouse king waved to the civilians and soon stopped in his tracks as he was approached by three armoured man who made their way from the small castle.

“Lord Terenes Menethil” the centre man bowed and took a knee along with each man on his side.

“Rise my brethren.” Terenes stated with a smile as he made his way off his horse and walked to the man.

The three men stood straight up. “Lord Terenes Menethil, what brings you to our village?”

“Nothing to be cautious of Sargent Mcbride, I simply came to see my family.”

“Yes sir.” Mcbride responded. “Please follow me.”

“That won’t be necessary sergeant.” Terenes replied as he then walked towards Mcbride and put his hand on his shoulder. “You have done well watching over this town, I feel more then secure walking freely within it.”

“Thankyou sir,” Mcbride replied as he then moved to the side allowing the king to walk through.

Many of the civillians remained in awe over the king as the local children walked by his side. Terenes didn’t mind this and continued walking with a smile as his guards remained with his horse.

Meanwhile Alvas and Atlin both continued to watch as the king made his way onto the light grass and headed for a small house.

“Grandpas here!” Alvas called in excitement, Atlin nodded with a smile, the two then scurried down a rocky path down the hills and headed for the small hut.

As the King approached the small house, the door opened revealing a mid-aged women who appeared in her 30’s. The women smiled as she stated mockingly.

“Well, well look what the cat dragged in.”

Terenes smiled. “Julia Menethil, wife to my only son, I see your manners are nothing short of that of an infant.”

Julia and Terrenes hugged as they approached.

“On the subject of infants, where are those grandsons of mine?” Terenes questioned as a loud call from his left gained his attention.

“Grandpa!” Alvas called as he and Atlin both ran into the open arms of the kneeling king.

“How are you both?”

“Great Grandpa! You should see how much stronger I am!” Alvas stated proudly.

“Hey don’t forget about me!” Atlin added causing the king to chuckle and shake the boys hair with his hands.

“How old are the pair of you now?”

“8 Grandpa you know that!” Alvas insisted.

“That I should my boy.” Terenes put his hands on Alvas’ and Atlin’s shoulders. “Short merely by 2 years before you’re classed by the Silver Hand of the Fleet.”

Alvas and Atlin both looked at each other with excitement.

“I have confidence that both of you will be filled with power of the holy light.”

Suddenly Terenes put his hand in front of Alvas and Atlin, it began glowing a golden light and formed into 2 necklaces with half a sun in the middle of each. Terenes put the necklaces around Alvas and Atlin’s necks.

The two watched on with the utmost excitement and gratitude, they both shared half of the sun opposite to each other.

Terenes stood up. “Never lose sight of each other, do not live for yourselves, but for each other. You two share a bond that no one else can, I have confidence that you two will both master the strength and knowledge to understand that bond even in the most difficult of times.”

Alvas and Atlin looked at each other and nodded, they then turned to the king and saluted.

“We will!” they both replied.

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[Supreme Gamesmaster]

...where's the fic?

Yeah, you'd better post something with substance fastlike.

[Ghoulish]

Yup will do, started on the Prologue just needed to get some background info. on WoW, my god it has a big history

[Ghoulish]

Part 1 of the Prologue is up tell me 1) things you like, 2) what you think needs improvement and 3) general things you would liketo see added.

[Ghoulish]

bump, any opinions on improvement?

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

Prologue, Part 1? That's some kind of an inherent contradiction, I'm sure. And "blonde haired boy" is a contradiction and redundancy all in three words.

No novel plot elements yet. The bracelets are very FE8, and the training is very FE9. And those are the examples I can think of off the top of my head. The heroes are quite young to be swordfighting, though. I'm guessing they're the children of a knight? And I must worry about a world that classes soldiers at the tender age of ten if they aren't supernaturally powerful and uncannily wise volunteers. I'm sure WoW doesn't stoop that low.

Description is very awkward and rather smacks of amateurism. The good news is, it's not abysmal, and there's definitely hope for you yet. I recommend reading. A LOT. That ought to fix up a lot of the problems you have. Stylistic exercises also help [i]a lot[/i] in terms of flow.

[Ghoulish]

kk tyvm for the help, ive always had problems with the descriptions, besically its part 1 of a 2 part prologue, besically introduces the characetr sin the past as the first chapter takes place with a particular main characters return home fromt he 10 year class discovering/training. It's a process i came up with, basically when the child reaches aged 10 they are sent to a trainign camp of the alliance and taught to discover their class and and abilities, the scene witht he swordfighting witht he 2 boys wasn't a trainign scene, their 8 they were simply playing around. Thankyou for the comment