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He opens his eyes for the first time. He’s in an egg, his own world. It’s small, just enough room to wiggle around in. It’s nice, warm, comfortable, and safe. He is content, for a time. As he sits there, he wiggles now and then. It seems every time he does, the sound of a bunch of hooting, and howling, and chirping can be heard through the eggshell. He wonders if he’ll ever see what’s making all the sounds. He hopes so, because they sound friendly. One day he is trying to listen to the hooting, but it doesn’t sound right. He wiggles to try and hear better, but discovers something terrifying! His world is sh

It’s been just over two months since Priestess of the Moon Alathea returned to Darnassus with Alieca, the worgen woman that she saved. When High Priestess Tyrande said it would be difficult to help the woman, she had no idea how right she was. Alieca is an eight year old girl thrown into a twenty year old woman’s body. Even though she remembers the basics of life, such as walking and talking, she has no memories from her past. The only reason she knows what her name is, is that she was told what it was. Teaching her about her new body was a challenge for both Alathea and Alieca. The fact that she was flung into an adult’s bo

In a quiet corner of the Northern Headlands, in the lands of Gilneas, sits a quiet apple orchard. It was small in size, but still worthy of a stall in the city marketplace. Every harvest a man, his wife, son, and daughter would be there with bushels of bright red apples. The family would always offer a smile, even when asked about the rumors of strange beasts roaming the wilds they call home. They would just shake their heads, calling them silly stories, and offer a free sample of their crop. They would leave the market with coin enough to buy supplies ample enough to last the coldest of winters, and still buy a treat for the children. But on

Stray nose hair, stray nose hair, Why must you be there? You tickle my nostril, causing me to sneeze, why can't you leave me be, pretty please? It wouldn't be so bad, if you weren't easy to see, but there you are, causing people to laugh at me. So sadly, this just wont do, I must, get rid of you. I grab the tweezers, and pluck away, but still my stray little nose hair, you sit there and stay I pluck and I pull, you must go away. My sweet little nose hair, you must obey With one final tug, pain abound, my stray little nose hair, drifts to the ground. With a sigh of release, I can sit here at ease, and talk to you happily