Commander Braghaman Larethian

Almost Caught

It was well past sunset when Danyel began his patrol around Northshire Abbey. He thought about how very soon he would be finished with his training and moving on to the city. He imagined his future in Stormwind with a smile on his face as he stomped around the building. In his mind, he could see all of the exciting adventures he would have as he continued to train as a paladin.

As he turned around the back corner of the building, something caught his attention. He couldn’t tell what it was; a movement or a sound. There was something in the tree line. He pulled his sword free from its scabbard and slowly moved away from the abbey into the shadows of the trees.

As Danyel got further away from the abbey, he heard someone speaking. There was a quiet chant coming from the darkness. He seemed to be getting closer to it, the chanting grew louder as he passed the trees. The paladin stepped around one large tree and saw a figure leaning over on the ground next to a set of candles. 

“What are you doing?” he yelled as he held out his sword.

“No!”

“Is he okay?”

Sister Anetta looked at the clearing and saw the three candles that had burned out. Laying on the ground next to them was a young paladin.

“Yes, sister. Danyel was on patrol around the building. When he didn’t come back on time, we sent people out to find him. He’s unconscious, but doesn’t seem to be hurt any other way. At least as far as we can tell out here.”

“Bring him inside,” Sister Anetta said quietly. “Be careful and take him to the healing ward. And make sure this site is secured.”

“Yes, sister.”

“We need to figure this out soon. Before someone gets seriously hurt.”