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Wednesday, July 11, 2007, 8:35 PM

Okay I'll shall start my first chapter of the story. Genre is gonna be fantasy aka Warcraft. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

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"Clonk!" A sudden noise had woken up Maverick Dawson from his sleep. He sat on his bed, upright in a position so that he could look around him more clearly. He sniffed the air, and immediately he knew something was amiss. Maverick retrieved his amulet from his desk, an amulet that he had kept since his grandmother, once a powerful archmage, had given to him since he could bearly talk. The amulet had a dazzling ruby jewel positioned at the center, with a golden chain that dangled around the bearer's neck.

Maverick creeped down the old wooden stairs of his house, trying not to alert whoever that had caused the noise earlier on. "Creak!" came a sound from the old staircase. Cursing himself, Maverick knew his predicament would definately be warned of his presence. He then dashed around the corner to the dining room, where he would be ready to face his predicament. Thrusting out his hand, Maverick gathered small particles of energy from around the room, and at his fingertips, these small particles merged, forming a intense ball of energy. Spotting a shadowy figure in the dining room, Maverick prepared to release the concentrated energy from his hand upon the unknown figure.

"Mav!" shouted the figure in a calm voice. "Mav, what are you doing?" Maverick immediately recognised the voice and tone of the figure. It was Cale'Anon, a high elf friend that he has been friends with since he studied at Stormwind. "Oh Cale, you gave me a fright. I had come to a conclusion that a rouge had gained entry into my house." Maverick exclaimed. "Sorry to give you a scare, dear companion. I was trying to reach for that jar of pickles on your shelf when I accidentally shifted another jar." Cale and Maverick exchanged looks, bursting out laughing almost immediately. Maverick motioned his companion to take a seat at the dinning table where they gobbled down some pickles.

Cale'Anon was formally a high captain of the 2nd swordsmen battalion during the third war when the scourge invaded and destroyed Silvermoon City, the once glorious city of the high elves. He was one of the only survivors from the seige that made it back to Stormwind where he reported to the Grand Marshall of the Army there. Taking a trip down memory lane, it was only 3 years before the third war that Maverick and Cale met, and from there they grew up to be the best of friends. Maverick was in a way, addicted to magic, and therefore a manupilator of the magical essences around him. His late grandmother, who use to be the High Archmage of Stormwind had taught him in the fine arts of magic ever since he was young. Maverick was nevertheless destined to be a mage.

"Where is Sarah by the way, Mav?" came a question from Cale. Sarah was Maverick's wife, who early in the morning had gone to visit her sister at a farm in Sentinel Hill. Maverick was absolutely clueless about her whereabouts since it was lunch time, where she would normally prepare a good meal for him. "I don't know Cale. She should have been back by this hour." Maverick replied with a worried expression on his face. "I guess this calls for a little adventure, Mav. I miss your wife's cooked food and I don't want to risk chances that she might be in trouble." exclaimed Cale.

Cale stood up from his seat, and drew his blade from its scabbard, revealing a sharpened claymore. "To arms, Mav!" Maverick, looked blankly at Cale, then stood up and he got hold of a rather rotten-looking stave from next to the fireplace. Immediately when his hand touched the stave, the top of the stave glowed bright, and out of nowhere, an orb had appeared on top of the stave and jewels lined the once ugly stave. Maverick's eyes almost seemed to glow bright with energy upon wielding the stave. "Let's go find Sarah!"

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End of Chapter 1

Woo...i wouldn't say that its good. I didn't even plan out anything to start with. Haha! Chapter 2 coming soon! Enjoy peeps!

Ciao!