The twisted memories of a child. ((Warning: Mature Content))

[Maegannon]

My name is Alishondra Bloodrose. I had a warm, loving family.. I had a comfortable, safe home. I had a loving, normal, happy, innocent childhood. I wanted for very little, and needed even less. My parents were pronominant members of the drudic cirlce of the Kaldorei...

I was 150 years old when my home was ransacked by trolls...

I was awake when they came...

I heard them.

I awoke that night, from a nightmare of all things. I had been told of the battles of the past by my father not two nights previous, and had been having fitful dreams of demons, naga, and exploding worlds. I was sitting up in my bed, trembling and swetting.. I was awake, when I heard the noises.

Scraping, scratching, creeking... footsteps were creeping around my home. I heard a shout, my mother. I heard her cry.. I heard her scream. I was still a child.. I was scared. I climbed under my bed, pulled my knees to my chest, and prayed to Elune that my mother was alright.

My father yelled, I heard him snarl.. then I heard him die. I knew he was dead by the noise that he made. It was nothing I had ever heard before, and something that I will never..ever forget.

They came for me next.

I saw large, green feet enter my room. The things in my room started overturning.. they went through my clothing, found my sketch-pad.. tore the pages in half. They pulled the matrace off my bed, and flipped my wood frame over.

They found me.

They were hidious. Green skinned, red-haired, tusked, painted, huge. They smelled like everything fowl and terrible. The one with the largest tusks and the red face paint grabbed me by my hair, lifted me off the ground. They all laughed, there were five of them. The one that held me said .. something, in a language that burned into my ears. It was as disgusting as they were.

I was scared, I knew that they had done something to my parents. I knew I wouldn't be seeing them, they wouldn't be comming to save me. I was small, and so young.. I couldn't fight them.. I knew it. I hated them.

I fought anyway.

I lashed out with my hands and feet, wriggled out of the grasp of my ugly captor. I fell tto the floor in a heap, got up as quickly as I was able... tried to run. I was grabbed around the waist, scooped up. They laughed again, the one who originaly had me sounded as if he were swearing. I had given him a bloody nose.

They tied me up, spread eagle.

Yet, not before they stripped me of my nightgown and underclothing. They threw me on the floor. They blocked the doorway. The first one was saying something.. the grins on their faces were sickning. It made me phisicaly ill. I rolled to my side to vomit. I knew.

The one with the bloody nose went first.

He got down on his knees, pulled his pants down.. climed onto me. He breathed into my face, laughed.. I spit on him. He was not pleased. He grabbed fistfulls of my hair as he pushed his way into me, tore away my innocence, again and again. I didn't dare cry, did not scream. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

I stared, eyes open, full of hatred, at the others in the room. I never made a sound.

I hated them all.

They all took their turn. All five of them.

When they were done, the first, the leader.. he came close, he had a dagger in his hand, he whispered something in my ear. It was vile. He laughed, and slit my throat. The blade felt hot.

They left me there to die.

I felt my life force pouring out of me, and I was unable to stop it. They left me tied at the wrists and ankles, naked and exposed to the world. The blood came with every heart beat.. and the beats were getting weaker. A fly landed on my bare, just developing right breast. I pleaded and prayed to Elune.

It crept across my flesh, towards my open, bleeding wound. I felt every creep and sniff of its movements. It was worse then the rape. My mind screamed, my heart beat.. my throat bled.

Everything went black.

[Maegannon]

When I awoke, it took me quite a bit of time to grasp the fact that I wasn't dead. It was when I felt my heart beating in my chest that I fully realised that I had been lucky. I reached up with soft fingers and probed at the wound in my throat. It was bandaged expertly.

I was confused.

I was lieing next to a campfire, on a bedroll. My hands and feet were no longer bound. I was dressed in what looked like someone's old cloth breechers and tunic. My hair smelled of mageroyal soap.

I began to panic.

Was it the trolls, with plans on keeping me for.. entertainment? Worse, maybe it was an orgre, with plans for Kaldorei stew. A thousand and more of these thoughts flew through my mind.

There was laughter in the darkness.

I thought I was having a heart attack. I wasn't alone, someone was here. I was going to die, they were going to eat my heart and use my empty body as a horse trough! Ohmygoodnessohmygoodnessohmygoodness...

He seemed to melt right out of the shadows.

"Good, you're awake. You can stop screaming now though, I won't hurt you." The man, an elf, like herself, said. His face was scarred and tanned, but not unfriendly. In fact, he was laughing at me. I hadn't even been aware that I had been screaming.

He came closer, sat down beside me.

"My name is Avariss. I found you three nights ago when walking through the woods. I saw the trolls leave, and made pretty short work of them. Only one of them managed to get away from me.. I wounded him pretty good though. I didn't realise till I walked past your home that you were in there, though. You were nearly gone... thoes trolls did a pretty complete job with your parents though. I'm sorry." I nodded. The news of my parents death had little effect on me.

I already knew they were dead.

"I see you already knew that then.. good. I don't like it when people cry. I've seen to many things in my life, and crying has never been something I've done."

"What's going to happen to me?" I whispered, fearful that if I spoke any louder, I would tear the stiching in my throat.

"Well.. have any other relitives?.. no? I guess your family had a reason for living here in stranglethorn?"

"Yes, mother and father were asigned to keep an eye on the trolls here, and to report back to the druidic circle"

"Aah, that explanes it then. Well.. I doubt sending you to Tyrande will be a good idea, you being an orphan and to young to contribute, you'll probably be shipped off to the stormwind orphanage. Can't let that happen, filthy things thoes humans..."

I sat there, my heart sinking lower and lower and lower. There was no good place for me. Perhaps I aught to finish the job the trolls had started. I wished this man, Avariss, had never found me. I was good for nothing.

"Why don't you stay with me? It's been quite a few years since I've had a good companion, especialy one I can train. You say your parents were druids? I'm sure you've got some sort of talent in you, just a mater of pushing it in the right direction. "

I sat, wide eyed, bewildered. Did he just say I was to stay with him?

How unapropreate! A youngling out adventuring when she should be home and hidden from the outside world! I even told him as much. He laughed. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty head about that, you'll pull your weight sure enough. Get some sleep, girly, we're moving out in the morning."

He stood and blended back into the shadows around their camp with out any effort at all. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but in the moments after, I yelled out, "My name is Alishondra!"

[Laron]

Good story, bad Trolls. :(