Aroal sighed as he steered his mount down the dark path leading up to the Darkmoon Faire. The young hunters mount, a beautiful Silver Covenant Hippogryph that his parents had got him as a farewell gift, seemed to sense its master’s annoyance at this unexpected trip making a cawing sound. Ahead of him was his brother Wimond, who was on his Charger, turned his head.

“Come along lad,” he said. “We’re almost there.” This only caused the eighteen year old hunter sighed, wishing his brother could have gone without him.

It wasn’t even a full year since Aroal had left Goldshrine to travel the world and help the Alliance. He had thought that he would get to do it on his own, like most young men and women do when they reached his age. But his parents were worried and had asked Wimond to watch over him on his travels as well as to make sure nothing bad happened to him. Every day since then Wimond did nothing but order his younger brother around. Telling him how to do things he already knew but in some way was doing them wrong, what pets to capture, what profession he should be, and so on. So much for his independence.

Very rarely was he ever left alone. But when those rare occasions occurred, he made the most of them. Sometimes he would hunt for a pet he really wanted or would challenge others to duels. One of his favorite things to do was to hang out at a tavern and listen to the stories some of the adventurers would tell. Not all of them were epic, but they were all more interesting than anything he had done. He wanted to see the Outlands, travel to Northrend, and see so many other places. And sometimes he felt like these stories were the closest he would ever get.

Today, Wimond was meeting up with some of his fellow paladins at the Faire. Aroal didn’t know what they were going to do. Must likely get drunk and talk about how the Horde will never truly embrace the Light. He had heard it so many times in the past that it had become way too predictable. Personally, he didn’t care if the Horde believed in the Light. Aroal was a practical human and believed that everyone had the right to believe in whatever they wanted. So what if the Horde believed in the Light or not? How would the Alliance like it if some other race said that their religion was wrong?

Soon the two came upon the opening gate of the Darkmoon Faire. In the center of it was a magic eye that was looking back and forth as if it were trying to find someone or something that wanted to interrupt everyone’s good time. Inside, the place looked like a mess. Junk littered the streets as well as in between the booths. But despite the messy grounds there was an excitement in the air that could not be explained. Everyone was enjoying the games, the food, and the music.

As the two rode by, Aroal noticed some of the women looking at them with interest. The young hunter was slightly shorter than most humans, about five foot three. He had short brown hair and matching brown eyes. He wore dark mail armor that allowed him to hide in the shadows better so he could act like a sniper with his crossbow. His brother, on the other hand, had long blond hair, a matching beard, and blue eyes. His armor was silver and shined in the sun from the hours that he had spent polishing it the night before. By contrast, Aroal looked more earthly and rugged while his Wimond looked like he never left the temple.

As they neared the food stand, Aroal saw something that nearly caused his heart to stop. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had long black hair the touched her shoulder and nearly hid the four tentacles on her neck and her two horns were curved back in a sweeping motion. Her light blue skin had an exotic beauty that Aroal didn’t see in the other races of the Alliance. She was wearing a green two piece dress that showed off her curves as well as her lovely stomach. The top part only covered her large breasts leaving the back exposed while the bottom part went from her hips to the ground. He watched as the Draenei walked towards a tent, her rear wiggling back and forth slightly in a sexy fashion. She paused there for a moment and looked at Aroal, gave him a sexy smile, and then went in.

“Here we are,” said Wimond, his voice pulling Aroal back to reality.