She strode amongst the Horde warriors as their blades bounced off of her magical armor, a vision of arcane might and beauty as fire and frost rained from the heavens and brought her foes low by the dozen. Her long, wavy seafoam hair and implausibly revealing robes billowed in the wind as she caught sight of the great brute Garrosh Hellscream himself, towering on a throne of skulls and fire and spikes, Anduin Wrynn and Wrathion tied up by his side and screaming for her aid. Chuckling, she avoided his thrown axes and barrels and turned her full arcane arsenal on him, transforming the great orc warchief into a harmless sheep. The two handsome men gazed at her, clearly awestruck at her beauty. Anduin's eyes sparkled, his dewy lips parting with wonderment. "Belyssa!" Even Wrathion's scheming face melted into amazement and admiration, and maybe more. "Belyssa..."
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"BELYSSA FULLMOON."
The feeling of a staff rapping lightly against her skull knocked the night elf from her blissful reverie. Around her, her fellow apprentices were giggling and tittering as the hard face of her highborne master, Harroth Silverdew glowered down at her. "Meditating, are we? Perhaps now that your mind has been cleared, you can follow my instructions and perform a simple spell." The withered old night elf gazed at the rest of the class, who had produced an assortment of conjured treats. "I assume you remember how to conjure refreshments?"
Belyssa rubbed the soreness from her head, and brought her hands together, concentrating and channeling magic energies. She hadn't grown up with such forces... No Darnassian had, in such a long time. But the waifish elf had always wanted nothing more, even before the return of the Highborne, when there was no greater taboo amongst the kaldorei. It wasn't until the Cataclysm that she'd finally had a chance to seek out an apprenticeship... But things weren't going so well, as evidenced by the food she'd just conjured. If you could call the stale bread and clouded water she created food. Harroth just looked at the unappetizing assortment with a sigh.
"Almost makes me wish I'd stayed in Feralas. Belyssa, I want you to see me after class."
Belyssa's face fell, and the rest of the lesson seemed to drag on for eternity. Finally, the other students filed out, leaving her alone with Master Silverdew. The old elf shook his head as he circled her. "I don't know what to do with you, Ms. Fullmoon. You certainly exhibit potential, and yet the only results you can produce are unimpressive failures. At best. I still have nightmares about that incident with the portals. Therefore, I feel it best that I terminate your apprenticeship here and now, before you can get into any REAL trouble. Arcane burns the uninitiated, but it does even worse to those who really know how to get in trouble with it."
The night elf maiden panicked, kneeling down and grabbing at Harroth's robes. "No! Nononononono! I can do better, I know I can! I just need a chance!" The exasperated teacher looked down at her, sighing. "You've exhausted the patience of every tutor in Darnassus. But if you are truly, TRULY desperate... I may know someone who will take you in." He handed her a sealed scroll and wove his staff through the air, conjuring a shimmering portal. "Only pass through here if you are truly pre... Belyssa?"
He looked for his ex-apprentice, but it seemed she'd already gone through. "Well then."
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When the rest of the world came into view, Belyssa was surprised to find herself...
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