I also filled in the blanks with some amusing lies (writers call that ‘enhancing the truth’, but I’m not that good a liar)!

So, the interesting tale of Selite’s first day (because my first day was really boring – and Selite was started like a week later, tops) begins… in the next paragraph.

I come home from a long day of doing something. In my hands, a box, it is green, and says “WORLD OF WARCRAFT: THE BURNING CRUSADE” or something. I install it, impatiently, while thinking of the character I would create very soon.

A mage, that much was obvious. They got to shoot fireballs and teleport places, and that was pretty freaking awesome. Race? Blood Elf, as my friend wanted me to play Horde with him, and I was like “AUGH FINE WHATEVER” and subsequently went and bought the expansion so I could do so while having a character model that I could stand looking at for 90 billion hours (also totally wanted to make one of those “cool looking see-through ladies with the waggle’ (I saw a Draenei Shadow Priest on my first day, and was like “dude, that looks awesome” – I still haven’t gotten a Draenei Priest to 40 to actually get that (or 30, whatever level it was) – some day).

I subsequently went and managed to log into the game. I typed my password in, slowly, as I was slightly nervous, as my hands were literally shaking with excitement (remember that truth enhancement I was talking about? Yeah, I think this may be it), as the character selection screen popped up, I hit the big “New Character” button, clicked away from the human male that I was presented with, and hit Blood Elf. Female.

I mucked around with her features. Somewhat pale skin, Red hair cut in that haircut that kinda reminded me of the villain lady from Captain Planet (not really, but I thought it was a great hairdo, as evidenced by the fact that I still have it on her) name… name… I am the worst at names.

This was the spot, where all her adventures began. She's come a long way.

Hit random. Seltie. Or was it Seliet. It was probably Seliet, knowing my secret method for making new names, which is…

Hit Random, change the order of two characters in the name.

I know, I’m a fucking genius. Anyway, this story has a longish way to go yet. I log into the game, which gives me some boring story about the Blood Elves which was most likely covered in the Warcraft 3 expansion. I find myself in the North Eastern corner of the world. Eversong Woods. I fly through the 1-5 area, and as I move out into the main parts of the zone, and am just taken away by the beauty of the zone.

Even at night, this zone is so very pretty.

Anyway, that more or less accounts what I can remember of Selite’s first day. Or evening, as it was. Tune in next time, when I will talk about my favorite memories from a really long amount of time spent playing videogames in a generally spoiler-free manner.

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I walked into the bar, checking the letter that I held firmly in my hand, that I am truly in the right place. A small bar, hidden in the old part of Stormwind. Strange place to be meeting with a member of the Horde, I thought.

I walked up the stairs to the upper area, it’s tables filled with surly retired soldiers and adventures, and looked around for the Paladin. The letter said that she would be wearing black, unfortunately, that described about half of the bar’s patrons.

I was getting the evil eye from about the room, so I simply turned around and walked down the stairs. Stepping out into the small alleyway, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going, kid?” A male voice said from behind me, as the hand clamped down. “Nobody walks into our bar, and walks back out instantly, you see, because that’s sus-er-sus-”

“Suspicious?” I offered.

“Yeah! Sus-pee-sush.” I felt his grip tighten, as his other arm wound back. “Nothin’ personal kid, them the boss’s rules.”

THUD!

I was surprised when I wasn’t feeling after effects of the man’s fist on my head, and slightly less so when his grip loosened as he fell to the ground.

“Sorry about that, but you forced my hand.” A female voice said from behind me. “Not that it’s my job to look after you, but you are here on my account, so it’s only fair.”

“It’s good to see you.” I said, before she grabbed my hand and pulled me after her as she dashed down the alley and into another, and another.

When she finally let my legs catch up with me, along with my breath, I looked her over. She was wearing a cowl, along with a cloth mask over most of her face, both were black.

“So, I see you got my letter.” She said, pinching it out from my hand, where it had nearly been ripped in half. She pulled out a small ruby from inside her loose robe, and muttered a few words under her breath, throwing the letter away as it burst into flames.

“Why, here?” I asked.

“Not here, we’re going to go to my place.” She said, starting to walk towards the main road leading out of the district.

“You have a place?!” I said, running to catch up with her, before slowing down to her casual pace. “Just how long have you been here, anyway?”

“A few months now, I was here when they were still building the Argent Tournament.” She said, as we crossed the bridge to the Trade District.

I did the math in my head. “It’s been almost an entire year?” I exclaimed. “Christ, I wasn’t aware how-”

She raised a finger to silence me. “There are too many ears here, it can wait.”

We had walked straight through the middle of the trade district, past the huge number of adventurers who lined the streets between the bank and the auction house. We silently made our way across the bridges to the Mage District, and from there, across to the Park.

As we walked slowly towards her apartment, we heard a loud bell ringing from the Harbor in front of us.

“What does-”

“The Horde.” She answered, before throwing me against the wall, protecting me from being trampled by the platoon of bodies that rushed past, and started fighting on the streets.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” She fumbled with the key in the lock, and shoved the door open, pulling me inside, and grabbing a large sword and shield that were sitting next to the door.

We moved back against the wall. “Wait for it,” she said.

“Wait for what, exact-”

Two humanoid figures flew in through the window. Before I could blink, they were both surrounded by bubbles of light, which they pointlessly fought against.

“Now.” She said, looming over the pair. “Nobody, Horde or Alliance, travels through my window and gets away with it.” She kicked the poor Alliance warrior in the face, and turned to the Blood Elf, giving her the once over. “Well, solider, get back out there, before I decide to really hurt you. I’ll deal with her.”

The human freaked out, and ran out the door.

“Now, where were we?” She said, grabbing the wrist of the elf and pulling her upstairs.

The elf, who was half dead, by all accounts, was not too happy with this, and assailed her newfound captor with an assault of the foulest Thalassian that she could muster.

“Calm down, I just had to put on a show for those bloodthirsty idiots out there.” She said to the elf. “Sit still, you’re badly wounded.” She muttered a few words, and the elf’s wounds healed slightly.

She lit a fire under the washtub, and told me to “Get the hell out”.

I took that as an open invitation to look through all of her things, to see what kind of person she was now. Her home was small, and sparsely decorated. There was a grand total of 0 interesting things to look at. At least, zero out here.

The fighting had stopped outside, the horde were pushed back. Not surprising though, as the Alliance and Horde both seemed to be quite fond of these pointless skirmishes.

I turned around at the sound of one of the stairs creaking. “How is she?” I said.

“G-good.” She smiled at me slightly. “I take it that you recognized her?”

“Of course,” I smiled back. “I take it you don’t really want to let her know about you?”

“Well, not yet. I like living here, it’s relatively peaceful.” She said.

“You, uhh, don’t say.” I cocked an eyebrow, and walked towards her. “You want me to take her back to Silvermoon?”

“I don’t think she’ll need your help.” We hugged each other. “I just feel like I need a bit more time.”

We stayed there, letting it hang there for a minute.

“Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be able to convince her to make me a portal to Dalaran.” I frowned slightly. “Come visit me soon, okay?”

She smiled, “Okay.” She waved, as I walked upstairs.

I banged on the door. “Hey, princess, you got clothes on?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” The elf said, opening the door.

“You got a portal to Dal for an old friend?” I asked.

“Perhaps, if you can afford it.” She smiled, and pushed the door open further, revealing a ready to go portal.

We walked through the portal, and found ourselves standing in the streets of Dalaran in no time at all.

“So,” she said. “I didn’t know my sister had decided to defect.”

I sighed. “She’s just going through a rough patch, Sel, no need to be mean.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Anyway, I’ve got places to go, so we’ll have to get together some other time.”

I sighed, and walked back to my apartment.