Sword of Thousand Truths: Nemaincas Story

Nemainca tells her story before she ended up where she is.

[Nemainca sits on a throne legs over the arm rest and elbows against the other one, looking down in sadness]

        I remember the reason I became this darkened druid that his followers seem to idoilize. The very reason that this hatred burning inside me corrupts my soul, the past that twists my mind in thirst for revenge, my own people, once my family, now a tortured memory in the back of my very skull...  Even when I close my eyes.. I see it all clearly flash before my eyes.... as if Im there again.

                      I remember when I was 6years old, naive, young, and already a master of the ways of the druid...... I was a mistake in my very parents life. My father, strong a noble, green hair flowing down his back and his pale purple skin glowing, was the arch druid of my people, the very thing they idiolized, he kept to himself in Darnassas, while my mother, her face a nice purplish color with her nice white silky hair, and her eyes pericing any evil in a soul, was a priestess that worked as a healer for defenders of the alliance in the small town of Astraana, this is where I grew up... never seeing another type of land, or seeing the walls of Darnassas, I stayed in the town of Astraana, making friends with the creatures that surrounded us, and practicing my new comfounded Druid ways by myself, while my mother ignored my exsitence. It was dark times for me, I had no knowledge of my parents hate for me, I thought they were to busy, but they're real reason escaped my mind as I practiced day and night to perfect my spells. I thought my world would always be peaceful... I would always live in a beautiful place among my kind... but I was wrong. I remember very well.. the demons attacked my beloved land. The day marked by cries of war and torrents of blood. Many were able to escape to saftey, but my mother left me behind to seal my fate, but I wasnt killed, instead I was kidnapped and was brought to a out post full of demons and warlocks. I was scared... and now alone..

                           I was kept in prisonment for 7 years, being taught to please the warlocks and do whatever they asked me to do... I had hopes that my parents would answer the threat that the demonic group had given them.. "Give us the key to Darnassas or never see your child again." but as years went by.. my hatred grew, as did my hope die. I was begining to think, that I would waste my talents as a slave... and die at a young age. Then HE came... the betrayer... he came wipping them out one by one without mercy, I kept to my conor as he walked over. "Dont be frighten young one, Ive come to save you. Whats your name?" "Nemainca, Im a druid." "Were are your parents?" "I dont need them they betrayed me, I hate them!" ".....Then come... I shall take care of you... my child." Illidan took me in, training me in new druid ways, helping him slay demons, and go on to be what I am today... a demon hunter's druid.... a demons daughter... I still had high hopes my parents were looking for me, by the time I turned 18 in human age, Illidan took over the black temple, with me as top commander. Many tried to come and destroy us, but as usual I proved to powerful... but one day, my own flesh and blood mother appeared... she wasnt here to save me....

"Your soul is corrupted my child I shall end your suffering." "They only suffering Ive ever uncounted mother, was your betrayal!"

                    With my own hands... I killed my mother... and had no regerts...

I prefer to remember the forrest and the animals, not these corrupted lands, with their demonic beings, my heart aches for the situation Im in, [Nemainca spins in the thorn sitting properly and standing up. "But soon, I'll have what i need to stop this very heart from beating in pain, I shall end my suffery." [Neminca walks down the stairs and take a sword out of a head of a freshly dead body.] "Right mother?"

 

Illidan(copright)Blizzard
Nemainca(copyright)Me

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Your story was something that I have never read before.
I was very intriqued in your creativity. I hope you could write more interesting writes like this one. Excellent work Angel



Orlando M

[nostal]

Wow, this was good. Great job.