BTW there are a few spelling mistakes
Cymea stepped through the huge doorway into the darkness. As she walked she summoned a ball of pure light to guide her. It hung above her head, illuminating all around.
Cymea came to a cross-section where coridors branched out in four directions and the paladin could hear slow, shuffling footsteps coming closer. She thrust her right hand upwards and light spread across the ceiling. In the illuminating light she could see her adversaries, twenty or more Undead warriors slouched towards her. She pulled on her hood and reached down and pulled a golden mace from where it hang on her belt. The Undead were slouching forwards, eager to rip apart their prey. Cymea held out the tome, also hanging from her belt, opened it and began to read.
"I call down the mighty power of the heavens to smite these unholy beasts where they now stand!" Her voice boomed out throughout the dusty halls, she slammed the tome shut and pure energy fell down on half of the Undead. In the resulting explosion of light the Undead officers, if thats what they were called, saw that they faced not any, ordinary Paladin but Cymea, High Paladin of the Circlian Nights. She was dressed in The black and gold robes that struck fear into the heart of many of the Evil things of the night. They were called the Judgement Robes as, most likely when you saw them, you would think that judgement day had come and every thing would be destroyed. Cymea smiled a most evil smile and swung her mace in a long arc, smashing it into the skull of a forsaken, span away and brought the mace upwards, smashing a head off and sending it flying. She reached high with the tome, said an incantation and slammed her mace down on the worn carpeted floor. A circle of light expanded with terrible speed outwards thirty yards, killing many Undead and wounding others. The battle raged on, one figure in gold and black against an army of Forsaken.
Hours later, Cymea cut down the last warrior and marched briskly down the right hand corridor and burst through the double doors at the end, killing the guards with a sweep of her mace. A statue stood against the far wall, an altar in front of it. Tied to the altar was a young girl. A huge Undead Warlock loomed over her, muttering an incantation and raising a curved dagger. Cymea leapt towards him, bringing her mace up and smashing it down on his head. Amazingly, he still stood, even if a small amount of blood had gathered around his lips. He brought his staff out an muttered something and two large skeletons charged her. She smashed her mace into one and smacked her tome into the face of the other. As the bones crumpled she stepped forward, putting the mace and tome back on her belt and drawing a long sword that glowed with power. She walked closer and swung the sword in a mighty swing and severed the head from the body of the Warlock and came up to the side of the altar, cutting the bonds of the child with the sword before taking her hand and leading her out of the building and back to the town where she blonged. Cymea then summoned her warhorse Snowflame and rode back to Silvermoon city.
Cymea cantered down the long road to Silvermoon City, her long blond hair streaming out behind her. She was already deciding whether she should take a wash in the waterfall in her lands when she heard a great commotion up ahead. As she came closer she saw it was a group of human warriors surounding a blood elf hunter and cutting at him with their swords. Cymea could see that he was about to die so she said an incantation and he was healed and fired off a volley of arrows at his attackers. There were too many for the hunter to fight against so Cymea dismissed her mount, pulled up her hood and drew the mace from her belt, striding towards the warriors, they didnt notice her until it was too late and she was among them, battering and smashing in every direction with the hunter firing the odd arrow every now and again. Soon they were all dead and Cymea asked him where he was going. The hunter said he was traveling to Silvermoon City and so Cymea offered him a seat on Snowflame and he accepted. They rode on and as they turned a corner they saw a huge army of humans marching down the road towards Silvermoon. The wariors they had fought must have been a rear guard as these were all humans. Now that Cymea looked closer she saw a few nightelf druids. Suddenly, one of these druids, sensing them span around and yelled something in Darnussian. The army turned as one and stared. Cymea abruptly turned Snowflame around and galloped down the road away from the humans. As she looked back she saw a small group of warriors detach themselves and give chase, mounting up as they came. They galloped back past the corpses of the dead humans and round out of sight of the main army. Cymea dissmounted.
"What are you doing?" the hunter asked, "shouldn't we be running?"
"We can handle them." Cymea replied, "call your battle pet if you have one and give me covering fire." She said as she pulled her head gear up and unslung her sword. The hunter hesitated for a second, then did as he was asked, calling a great serpent that slithered out from the depths of the forest. It reared and hissed, the hunter stuck some arrows in the ground for easy access. Cymea turned back to face the road and the humans came galloping round and nearly fell off their mounts as they saw her. They dissmounted properly and attacked. Before the first man reached Cymea he was hit by an arrow in the throat and fell, gurgling. The second found himself fighting furiously hand to hand with the hunter's snake.
The others charged Cymea, confident that their superior numbers would bring her down. The first made a swipe at her head, she ducked and lunged, spearing him through the midriff. As she pulled her blade out, she saw another man fall to the hunters arrows and the snake, having killed its first opponent, slid towards the humans and ravaged their back. Cymea swung her sword around and decapitated the human in front of her. Soon all the humans were dead, the snake gorging itself on the bodies. Cymea turned to regard the hunter, he was tall, handsome and battle worthy. What more could she ask for?
"Does your snake know a way back to Silvermoon without getting spotted by the humans?" Cymea questioned the hunter.
"Yes, he knows many ways back." The hunter replied.
"Good, he'll need to." Cymea said. She turned and whispered into Snowflame's ear. Immediately he trotted off obediently.
"What's he doing?" Yelled the hunter, "how will we get back?"
"This way!" Cymea exclaimed, pulling out her tome and reading a few pages, muttering under her breath. Suddenly a pheonix appeared, it was pure light, with a saddle on the back. Cymea climed on followed by the hunter. She picked up the reins and they sped down the road. Just as they were coming to the turning, the pheonix leapt up, into the sky and flapped its wings up and down. They were flying! They flew over the heads of the humans and a few even tried firing arrows up at them but they fell well short. The last glimpse of the army was of it speeding up its marching pace and dissapear under the foilage. However, Cymea and the hunter were rapidly pulling away.
"You never said, what's your name?" Cymea yelled over the noise of the wind.
"Pariah!" the hunter yelled back. "Yours?"
"Cymea, Head Paladin of the Circlian Knights."Cymea replied as they flew over Silvermoon's walls. As they landed they saw the Snake and Snowflame waiting in the courtyard and blood elves running towards them from every direction.
The elves ran towards them and Cymea stepped down from the pheonix and it abrubtly disappeared leaving Pariah to fall painfully on his leather-clad but. Cymea called out "Battle stations! the Aliance is attacking!"
At these words the crowd dispersed to their positions atop the ramparts. It was not soon before the cry of, "Aliance!" and, "Humans!" went up.
Cymea strode up to the top of the walls with Pariah and his snake following behind. They could now see the entirety of the Aliance army. Cymea now saw it was not only made up of humans and nightelves, but dwarves and gnomes aswell.
"Aim!" The general called, "And, wait for it, FIRE!" Cymea watched as the sky darkend with arrows as all the bloodelves loosed their shafts at the Aliance. Thousands of humans, dwarfs and gnomes fell, peirced by the torrent of arrows. There was a moments pause and the comand went up; "Fire at will!" and more arrows poured from the walls. Suddenly Cymea spotted a commotion at the rear of the army, as she focused she saw trolls materialising as if from nowhere and hacking at anyone within reach. As more Aliance became aware of the trolls some trolls began to fall, that was when the entire troll force burst out from the forest and began savaging the Aliance. The troll army was about half as large as the Aliance's. Cymea saw her chance and ran down the stairs taking her to the ground. "Circlian knights! to me!" She cried and hundreds of Circlian knights poured out of doorways and down streets. Cymea charged out of the gates, recently opened and was followed by rank upon rank of Circlian knights. They charged into the Aliance and there was carnage. From down here on the ground, the sky truly was dark from the arrows streaming out of the city. Cymea hacked and cut as the Aliance were slowly being ripped apart by the attack from both ends. Cymea found herself cut away from the rest of the Blood kinghts except the elite unit called the Circlian Crusaders. They caught sight of what looked like the leaders standards and, from a series of hand signals, the whole unit slowly hacked their way towards the standards. As they broke through the last rank of soldiers, Cymea spotted the generals. The General's heads snapped up as Cymea approached. One, the human general pulled out his sword and charged. Cymea stepped aside, drew her mace and smashed the general in the back. He was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow. He scrabbled to pick up his sword to resume the attack and charged again. Cymea hooked her mace on her belt and took her sword in two hands. The human came into range and she sliced at him. As the generals body parts fell to the floor, the other generals charged. The nightelf general hung back and pulled out his bow but before he could fire, it was ripped from his hands by a Crusader's boomerang. Cymea brought her mace out again and swung it in a large arc and smashed the gnome general so hard he flew over the ranks and was peirced by at least twenty arrows before he fell to earth. The dwarf swung his axe at Cymea who dodged and swung her mace at the axe, disarming him, she swung the mace down onto his head and he fell to the floor. Suddenly, her mace was flung from her hand by a boomerang the nightelf general had thrown. She reached for her sword but it too was flung from her hand. Cymea charged at the nightelf, grabbed his head and twisted it so his neck broke and he sagged, limply to the ground. Seening their generals dead, the Aliance gave up hope and were easily killed. Cymea returned to the city as the blood elves went onto the feild to recover their dead.
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