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    Post [Lore] Twin Sisters Akasha and Kiara

    This is the lore behind the twin leaders of the Defiant, a fan made race. If you haven't read the lore behind this race there is no point in reading this. It's my first time writing a short story so don't have any high expectations. Luvania Silverleaf = Akasha's real name, Arielynn Silverleaf = Kiara's real name. There will be 4 chapters: their family, their addiction, their training and their second chance.


    Chapter One - "Mother... Father..."

    After the Second War was over, a young couple walked through the burned forests of Quel’thalas in search for a new place to settle down. Her name was Sylandria Silverleaf, the only sorceress in her troop that managed to survive the Amani assaults in the southern borders. Etharon was a condemned half-blooded criminal, but after the chaos created by the invasion, he was a free man. Both met as they tried to sneak through the Horde encampments to reach capital city. Over the months they spent in their journey they fell in love, despite their differences, and fled south to start a new life when the war ended and Etharon’s case was reopened.

    Few years later, two beautiful and healthy girls were born under the moonlight. Etharon built a house next to the blue ocean and became a fisherman. Sylandria nourished the soil, giving nature an opportunity to flourish and provide her new family its gifts. The twins Luvania and Arielynn grew up with great stories about their parents’ adventures, their love and the importance of choosing happiness above anything else. They were also taught the arcane arts and how to defend themselves wielding small wooden swords made by their father.

    As a kid, Luvania turned out to be a very gifted sorceress, drawing all the attention from her parents. Sylandria and Etharon always referred her as “the next biggest magician of Dalaran” and “their favourite Archmage” everytime she impressed them with a new spell. Arielynn grew jealous and refused to take any further lessons in arcane magic and focused instead on her skills with the sword. Sylandria and Etharon were sceptical about their daughter’s decision and began to worry. As High Elves they didn’t understand the value of being a warrior.

    One night, desperate to gain her parents’ appreciation and to be acknowledged, Arielyn ventured into the forest in search for the Trolls her father told her about in his stories. Unfortunately, she didn’t return. Sylandria and Etharon felt guilt for her disappearance and desperately searched through the forests and nearby outposts for three consecutive nights without success. Luvania recognised her fault as she remembered how she encouraged her sister by saying “If you want to impress them so much with your wooden stick, why don’t you defeat a Troll and bring home its head?” However, one week after her parents took shifts to search for her sister, the unexpected happened…

    From the balcony Etharon’s eyes were filled with terror when he noticed the smoke and flames coming from the mainland. Fearing that a new war had started, he hasitated downstairs to equipe his old gear. Luvania, waked by the loud noises and smell of smoke, saw her father through the window while he vanished among the dark trees. The girl crawled outside the balcony and spent the rest of the night crying as she gazen upon the burning spot getting wider and louder with screams.

    A pack of vicious monsters approached from behind. The unconscious girl that was being carried in her father’s arms. Sylandria made haste inside the house to pick her daughter up and collect her most precious books before heading out to the backyard, there she opened a secret door on the ground with a spell. She ordered her daughter to stay underground while she would go back and help her father. Growls of undead could be heard behind the bleeding and limping father as he desperately tried to bring his daughter to safety as fast as possible. When Etharon finally ran up to Sylandria he handed over Arielynn. He told her to keep on running with a smile. Anxiously she asked what he was up to. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right after you. Just like in the old times.” Sylandria did not distrust him, so she ran all the way back without even looking back until she finally was downstairs with Luvania.

    Etharon shut the door from outside. Luvania cried for her father to hurry inside while Sylandria stayed silent in despair, trying to understand what just happened. Outside he wiped the blood off his face and drew his daggers. From the ground bellow him he could hear his girls calling for him to come inside. As he contemplated the wave of undead that rushed towards his position he said: “Don't worry. You are safe down there as long as you stay quite. I’m neither afraid nor unhappy for my decision, but the contrary. Tell Arielynn that I am proud of her and that she will become the most skilled warrior the Thalassians have ever known. And you, my dear Archmage, you will see to it.…"

    In the dark Sylandria covered her daughter’s mouth with her hands while she carefully listened to the sounds made by Etharon’s blades, slicing through rotten flesh. The growlings and howlings became louder over time, meaning that their numbers increased. Finally, a crunching sound made father drop his dagger followed by a shred and a familiar scream. He cried his wife’s name one last time before multiple rending sounds silenced him forever. Sylandria and her daughters spent the next two nights mourning in silence and darkness.

    The soothing sound of the waves outside the basement was the only comfort they found beneath the earth. Sometimes they would go outside to gather supplies from their house and the few plants that had not yet rotten or burned. From the sky ashes fell like snow, covering the world in grey and preventing the sunlight to warm it. Sylandria believed that the Horde had once again launched an attack with new necromantic forces. She would have taken her daughters to Silvermoon if it wasn’t for Arielynn’s infected bite marks all over her body. Still she couldn’t understand how her little girl managed to survive an entire week among those monsters. A quake woke them up. Something must have happened in the north…

    As the weeks passed Sylandria realised her medicine didn’t heal Arielynnr’s fever. She grew restless and started to notice an absence of energy inside her body. The practice with arcane magic was now the only entertainment they had together when they were not mourning Etharon. But the absence of arcane power became clearer and it started to affect their minds. One morning, when Arielynn’s sickness seemed to become her death, they packed all their stuff and supplies and took Etharon’s boat to the north. Without a source of energy Arielynn’s strength wouldn’t be enough to overcome her illness.

    They arrived at the western coast of Eversong Woods when their supplies had ran out. Luana and Sylandria, with her sick daughter in her arms, hurried inside an abandoned lodge when howls were heard in the forest. There was no food or water. Days passed and they began to starve. Sylandria’s body and mind were the first to suffer from the withdrawal, because of hermany years wielding arcane magic. Luana watched as her mother became more hysterical and aggressive, finally locking herself in one of the rooms and ordering her daughters to never open the door. In the end of the day Luana took her mother’s staff and a satchel and told her half-unconscious sister that she would look for aid.

    Chapter Two - "I... Had no choice..."

    A girl panted and sweated as she ran with her last energies through the dark forests. She felt the growls and footsteps come from all directions when she looked over her shoulder with terror. The white towers of Fairbreeze Village could be seen up ahead, but Luvania was helplessly intercepted by the ghouls. "Had she failed?", she thought. Smoke clouds arose from the ground and shadows crawled against the undead minions as chants in an unknown language silenced the growls. A blurry figure became visible in the smoke, standing over the corpses and tearing off their body parts. “Yah ovah dere! Yah bettah be no scout or soom’tin or we gon’ ‘ave problem, little Elf.”

    A lonely Troll with various bizarre necklaces, amulets and shrunken heads tied to his waste picked up his wooden staff with small gourds as he approached Luvania. The Troll saw she was just a girl with an oversized mage staff and passed by her side without making any expressions. At distance he warned her that wherever she was going to she wouldn’t find any help or safety. Apparently, the Ranger-General of Silvermoon had barricaded the entire village weeks ago to defend it, but it was now inhabited by evil creatures. Luvania told him that it was worth taking the risk, to get help for her sick sister and mother, even though she had no hope to find someone alive or willing to follow her back. The Troll thought for a minute before he presented himself as witch doctor Mak’tukan and offered his healing and spiritual services in exchange for an alien artefact kept hidden inside the town ever since the Second War. He warned her that the artefact was possessed by evil spirits brought from another world and anyone who carried would be cursed. She doubtfully accepted his offer and received a bone charm and a potion to make her temporally camouflaged.

    After successfully overcoming her fear and taking the mysterious artefact, she waited for hours at their meeting place with no sight of Mak’tukan. It had been four days and nights since she had her last meal and the unexplainable urge for energies didn’t make things easier. She curled up between the shrubs in despair. She could sense how her thirst for magic made her feel the artefact beat inside the satchel. In the end she couldn’t resist the temptation and started to tap into the energies within. Satisfying at the start, but it slowly began to burn through her veins and eyes as it somehow clung itself to her hands preventing Luana from shaking it off. When she finally fainted Mak’tukan showed up and immediately removed the fel artefact.

    Outside the abandoned lodge Mak’tukan woke Luvania from a dream about a battle between two demonic armies. The witch doctor told her she was lucky her eye sockets didn’t start bleeding, since it would otherwise attract the attention of the undead. She understood in that moment why her father refused to hide with them. Mak’tukan walked back in the forest to gather herbs and firewood for the ritual. The girl, still numb by the effects of the artefact, cheerfully called for her sister and mother as she ran inside the house. The front door stood open without any signs of them. As she walked carefully inside the lodge she saw the door to the room there her mother locked herself in opened. Worried for the worst scenario she distinguished a shadow lying in a corner. “She has left us, Luvania”, she whispered. “Are we dead…? Or did you truly return for me, sister? What happened to your eyes?” Arielynn raised her hand to feel if Luvania was real. “I’ve brought someone who can help you.”

    A great bonfire illuminated the night sky as the witch doctor convoked his “friends on the other side” within the flames with the rattling sounds of his amulets and humming sounds. Luvania sat next to her lying sister on a circle of herbs, candles and charms. Arielynn then drank a potion brewed by Mak’tukan and immediately fell in deep slumber. The wounds began to slowly heal. “Now it be up tah Ara’lin tah ovah’com’ da spiritual illness if she wanna see da mornin’ again.” He told Luvania to take good care of her sister over the night before he began his journey back to the forests. Luvania begged him to stay and repeated time after time how weak she was to assume such responsibility. After giving it a thought Mak’tukan asked how old her mother’s staff was. She recalled her mother telling stories about her ancestors using the same staff before they sailed from the western continent. The witch doctor proposed her a trade, her staff for the fel artefact. He told her that if she was meant to become someone important in her life she would survive the energies of the artefact and become a powerful sorceress, just like her parents told her she would. Luana hesitated to answer until Mak’tukan added a mana crystal for her sister to the trade. Pleased with her decision the witch doctor left after he thanked her for the last components he needed with a sinister smile.

    The night was unusual quiet. Twilight illuminated over Arielynn’s painful facial expressions while Luvania carefully wiped the sweat off her sister’s forehead. She placed the mana crystal over Arielynn’s chest as the energies began to flow in her body. But all of a sudden a terrifying roar made the trees tremble and dozens of metallic footsteps marched in the shadows. Instantly Luvania stood up and grabbed her sister around her chest as she dragged her inside the lodge blocking the entrance with old furniture. In the second floor she found an empty coffin where she hid her sister and then locked the room’s door from outside. Gathering the strength to defend the only person she had left, she held the artefact once again while she walked downstairs. Burning pain flowed inside her body as the artefact radiated with a green glow in the same way as her eyes did. Blood ran down her eye sockets and nostrils before the rest of her body bleed as well. She screamed uncontrolled in unbearable agony, almost feeling how death consumed her. But she couldn’t let herself fail this time.

    Undead soldiers kicked the front door open waving their rusty weapons. An impact of heat shattered the skeletal bodies of two undead in the front and set the other three behind ablaze. A roar from outside smashed a hole in the wall allowing a swarm of undead to climb their way inside the lodge like roaches. Piles of burned flesh fell from the ceiling as Luvania’s wrath randomly ignited the minions at the same time she fought the soldiers with flaming blasts. The flesh golem tore down the wall behind her and slammed its axe on the floor almost hitting her foot. Surrounded by death and watching as the minions entered the room where Arielynn rested, she knew that more power was needed in order to succeed. Desperately dodging the undead and running towards the artefact she suddenly felt a hook pierce through her torso, pulling her back with force. The monster roared and raised its heavy weapon to score a deadly strike. Luvania smiled peacefully with blood on her teeth while she dropped the useless artefact. The flames burning down the lodge turned green. A violent explosion deep inside the forest caught Ranger Larianna's attention.

    Morning sunshine warmed Arielynn’s pale cheeks. Her weak and hoarse voice called Luvania's name as she carefully opened her eyes and witnessed the burned bodies around what was left of the lodge. “I’m not looking for an explanation, since we all have pushed our limits to stay alive.” A silver-haired High Elf leaned over Luvania’s body examining her wounds. “Don’t worry. Your sister is only fatigued. She couldn’t have possible done all this all alone…” she muttered thoughtful. Her name was Larianna Riverwind and had received orders from Prince Kael’thas to regroup the scattered survivors throughout the western forest. With Luviana on Larianna's back and Arielynn sobering up, they began their long journey to Silvermoon.

    Two days and nights on the road gave time for Larianna and the twins to develop a relation. They were only two girls in need of guidance, after all. Soon the sun began to rise and various voices could be heard up ahead. A group of High Elves divided by a discussion about whether they would escape south or return and defend their lands aggressively began to call each other traitors, cowards and fools. Larianna dropped down Luvania from her back and handed over a dagger to Arielyn while she told her to take care of her wounded sister. “I bring word from prince Kael’thas Sunstrider! All survivors shall be escorted safely to the southeastern wing of Silvermoon and…” Erona was suddenly interrupted by one of the High Elves whom hysterically accused her for trying to send them to their death. The crowd became louder and violently assaulted each other giving Erona a reason to draw her blades to defend herself. Meanwhile, Arielyn fell to her knees and covered her ears in terror for any further violence. Secret memories of rotten flesh, blood and screams invaded her mind. Luana tried really hard to keep her eyes closed to hide their new appearance but when she heard her sister’s cries she couldn’t help to react.

    A hurt woman fell on Luana’s feet and noticed the green eyes when she tried to help her up. “A spy of the Burning Legion in the shape of a child! See her tainted eyes… Her presence is the cause of this madness!” Some High Elves stopped fighting for a moment and slowly approached them with a disgusted gaze. Luana looked desperately around for help, but was paralyzed when the shadow of a claymore fell upon her. Blood splashed over her face as she saw Arielyn standing in front of her with the dagger inside the High Elf’s stomach. Blood flowed out of his mouth as Arielyn chuckled while twisting the blade inside his guts. The other High Elves were chocked by the action of such innocent girl and charged. Arrows neutralized their attempts to harm the twins. Rangers rushed out from the trees and scattered the aggressors.

    Luana picked herself up calmly and laid her hand over Arielyn’s shoulder while the blood from her continuous stabs soaked her clothes. The lust for blood faded and her grim face slowly became confused and sorrowful when Luana hugged her. Erona and the rangers, disturbed by what just happened, arrested those who didn’t escape and watched in silence as a downpour washed the girls’ bodies. In their journey Erona tried to console the girls and told them about the madness many High Elves suffered after the corruption of the Sunwell and the rising of the Blood Elves. She also told Luana that the place where they were heading to have survivors that tapped into fel energies in order to survive and protect their families, thus there was nothing to be ashamed of. Luana smiled softly in doubtful relief.

    Chapter Three - "No... No turning back..."

    “An army of Humans, Dwarves and Elves marched over a stone bridge. The fog hid the stars and the moon on that cold night. I remember myself watching this huge army from the balcony of our house. They were suddenly in an open highland nervously holding their formation… That’s when I saw hundreds of green lights spawn in the fog around them. Demons with mortal faces and glowing tattoos leaped through their defenses with impressive power. It was a massacre. But their victory was interrupted by a rain of fire and blood. They were now surrounded by an ancient evil and certain death. But still… they felt no fear… and neither did I. One of them turned its head and looked me in the eyes and smiled… it was you. That’s when I woke up.” Luana packed her clothes and accessories while she talked about her dream. Arielyn lay on her bed and tried to analyze what she listened to.

    It had been many years since the Silverleaf twins arrived to Silvermoon. Rumors about the two sisters that faced death itself and defeated it by using unholy methods became a popular propaganda used by General Leotheras as a symbol for what Blood Elven spirit was all about. Erona arranged a home in the rebuilt city before she returned back to Fairbreeze Village with a small army. Both Luana and Arielyn were now considered as young women and were offered advanced training. It seemed like their suffering had finally ended, but there was something that kept Luana at nights. While Arielyn was outside with General Leotheras, training to become a Spellbreaker, shadow images and chilling whisperings haunted Luana from day to night. Afraid to trouble her sister she kept it a secret. At nights she would wake up from a nightmare with mysterious scratch marks around her neck and feel something watching her from the ceiling. Was this the curse Mak’tukan warned her about? Luana never left her home since she first moved there.

    One afternoon when Arielyn came back from training she smelled the smoke coming from their room. On the second floor had all windows been covered with book pages letting no light inside. Demented voices taunted Arielyn to leave at once but she ran inside the dark room where the voices became louder. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Is this in my blood? No! My blood! It’s mine. LEAVE ME ALONE! You fool, there is no escape. Stop the pain, mommy. Papa? A-rul shach kigon!” Nails dyed in dry blood, eyes burning as black suns, deep scratch marks on her throat, wrists and arms. Arielyn stood still in horror as she saw the living nightmare before her. The door shut itself pushing her inside. Green flames ignited from Luana’s dropping blood as she slowly walked to Arielyn with an empty gaze.

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    A bit cheesy, but at least you got some immagination ^^

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    Oh my god I hate to keep bringing this up, but I couldn't help but notice that the leaders of your Defiant, Akasha and Kiara, have very similar names to the Rift Defiant leader, Asha Katari. I'm in no way claiming you did that intentionally, but it struck me as funny.
    Anyway, hoping for a continuation soon (assuming there will be one since you marked this "chapter 1"), enjoyed reading it and I think you should stick with it until the end. And yes, as Proberly said, you do have a fair deal of imagination.

    Come to think of it, I think I'm going to name my warlock Kiara when I faction-change her if you don't mind. Its a really pretty name.
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    i liked the part when the girl twisted the guts out of that high elf. this is so violent and dark ;__; but where is the 3 and 4 part ?!?!

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    Haha, judging from your avatar I can tell you like little sociopath girls I'm thinking how chapter 3 will be structed. I will start the writing tonight. Thanks for your support!

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    You're too good at this.


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