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27. The Story of
Kileth
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Kileth
The name’s Kileth, for any who don’t
know me. I was born inside the majestic halls of Silvermoon City, the
capital of the blood elves, my race.
My parents were paladins, who would tell me stories of paladins past and
present, great heroes of the Horde. They also told me stories of my
long-lost brother, who was in the campaign against the Scourge and the
Lich King. I always fantasized about my brother, that fantasy influenced
me to become a paladin, a keeper of the Light, a guardian of my people.
I still have much to learn about the ways of wielding my powers, and
many times have I decided to venture into the world outside the
marble-white walls of Silvermoon. On one such visit, I saw a rogue Death
Knight, a troll, a champion of the Lich King. I quickly found cover as
he rode around the stone roads of Eversong Woods on his Archerus Death
Charger. As he came to the tree I was hiding behind, I jumped out at
him, nearly getting trampled by his black-clad steed. He reared the
Charger to a stop, and dismounted. I feared for my life, as his cold
blue eyes stared at me with curiosity. He studied me, staring at me
blankly. I stared back, anger welling up in me. Finally, he came to a
halt, and said one thing in a raspy, troll voice. “Brother.” I did not
believe my ears as he held out an armour-clad hand. I grabbed it, and he
helped me up, before hugging me. He introduced himself as Say’tin. He
mounted his Death Charger, and I too mounted my Charger, and together we
rode, as brothers, as warriors.
Together
we make small nicks in the Scourge defense, hoping to aid the Horde in
Ice Crown. Say’tin even helps me train, instructing me on basic fighting
techniques and what not. As a wielder of the Light, I help others in
need, and am always giving a hand to others who need it, while my
brother tends to more dire matters in Ice Crown, the final goal.
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