by Rhulain Swann

Created on: July 20, 2011   Last Updated: May 29, 2012

Warrior's Fury: A Tale from the World of Warcraft

His eyes fluttered open but he immediately closed them as the bright light pierced his head, almost stunning him. He groaned, hand flying to his head as a sharp pain stabbed through the back of his brain. Another sharp pain in his neck halted his movements. He glanced around, letting only his eyes do the moving. He was in a large bedroom that was sparse in decoration but rich in taste. A few paintings dotted the walls and various furniture of polished mahogany were scattered throughout the spacious area. Where was he and why was he here? He tried in vain to remember but his mind was completely blank.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said a soft, female voice from the door.

He turned his head and looked at the woman who stood there. She had long, slightly wavy black hair and beneath sculpted eyebrows, deep brown eyes were set in a heart-shaped face. Her features lacked the usual delicacy of most women but still she was lovely. She was wearing a long white dress with lilac and black paneling. This was the norm for human females to wear, except he noticed she also wore a large sword with a wide, intricate-looking blade belted to her hip.

“Where am I?” he asked in a hoarse croak. “What happened to me?”

She walked closer to him and he could smell a faint fragrance of jasmine and lavender that teased his senses. “You don’t remember? We were in Grizzly Hills fighting off a worgen ambush on Silverbrook when you were injured trying to save me. I managed to get rid of the disease in time to keep you from dying but I didn’t have enough mana left to completely heal you.”

She was standing next to the bed now, arms crossed over her chest, with a concerned expression on her face. He could smell the fragrance better now and he couldn’t help but feel that he should know that scent.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Nearly a week.”

“Who are you? Do we know each other?”

“You don’t remember me.” It was a statement more than a question. "Some memory loss is normal when you come as close to death as you did. But your memories should return in time."

He nodded his head groggily, causing the pain in his head to reignite.

“I don’t remember anything before waking up. So I do know you?”

“Yes. I’m Rhulain Swann, a paladin of the Silver Hand. But you always just called me Rhu.” She smiled fondly.

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