When a boy becomes a man.

[Krenastus]

Krenastus was born a simple peasant. Back then he was known as Christen, but for simplicities sake we will stick with Krenastus. Born to a simple family with simple needs, for aspiring to anything other than a farmer was as his father said "A fool's dream and a fool's errand." Fortunately for Krenastus thats exactly what he was, a fool. he had a rather uneventful childhood, until the day the wars began. Krenastus was exceedingly young, and now through dark magics, exceedingly old. His father had been carted off to do war against the horde armies, and Krenastus despite disbelieving his father on "fool's dream" loved his father very much. At the tender age of 13 Krenastus began to experience bouts of random fires. The magic users nearby found what Krenastus had and took him from his home. Leaving his mother and three young sisters to fend for themselves. Krenastus was trained by some of the strongest warlock minds and his soul was twisted with grief and hatred. He hated the Alliance for taking his father, and taking him for such training. Years passed and Krenastus heard no word from his mother, his sisters, nor his father. Finally Krenastus was sent deep into the battle, where he excelled. Killing foes left and right he tore paths of destruction deep into the horde forces, but no amount of power could stop them. Krenastus was switched from that military division into a private sector, where he leered his arts of espionage, assassination, and mostly pure destruction. It was on this fateful mission that Krenastus's destiny began to come full circle. Stepping into the slaughter at the glen he stared about at the thousands of dead soldiers, horde, and now he realized alliance as well. Krenastus looked to the bodies, they had not told him there were alliance within the group. He had been ordered to fire till every body hit the ground. Krenastus stared at the destruction he had wrought, and his strength doubled. Turning upon his comrades he began to fire, killing all within his path. for what had laid before him was thousands dead, and their families would never know. Krenastus had been subdued after six of his ten comrades lay dead, or dying on the forest floor. Krenastus spent the following years deep within the confines of the Stormwind Stockade. Krenastus was whipped, beaten, brutalized and tortured beyond recognition. Once the jailer had come down to Krenastus cell drunk off a find dwarven liquor and had coaxed Krenastus out of his cell and slit his face from temple to chin with a large carving knife, for this Krenastus smote him and fled for fear of his life. Years and years passed by, his family lay all within 6 foot deep graves. With no one to support his mother and sisters they had come down with the plague. Krenastus had once lived near Stratholme and thanked his stars he had not been there to see Arthas's descent into madness, and the slaughter of the innocent people of Stratholme. Years were spent smuggling goods throughout Azeroths ports and cities. Unbeknownst to him however, his life would change with one fateful shipment. Through what dark powers no one knows Krenastus had taken all the power he had and created and eternal life for himself, but with this he had taken a severe power loss and for years was reduced to nothing but melee fighting. on his final shipment he had to deliver it to Stormwind and he shuddered. The damn goblins always made touchy thing's and he hated to think what lay inside the crates. In route of delivery he had no idea what happened but one of the orbs had fallen out and jumping to grab it he had fallen and swallowed the damnable thing. Finishing the delivery he had gone home and slept, only to find himself transformed into a blood elf. Without thinking he fled, hoping the power would wane, but to no avail. And as such he had begun hunting down the name of the people the crates were sent to, only able to assume that they must have the answers he strived for and they must have used the orbs as he had done accidentally.

[Krenastus]

*A memory of epic proportions before the change, for simplicity we will call him by his new name*

The arrow whizzed by Krenastus's head. Turning around he loosed off a shadowburn and the blow took the troll in the chest dropping him instantly. Ahead lie the real battle however. His squad had been ordered into Ashenvale to try and take the Warsong horde lumber mills.

Turning on his heel Krenastus plunged into the next building. Him and his squad had gotten seperated. Gesturing over to the room on his right Betnia ran into there and there were sounds of a scruffel. Krenastus stopped and lowered two fingers at the door before him muttering a small incantation he blew the door in remanats of his shadow bolt dissapating around the edge.

Stepping within Krenastus looked around and saw his target. On the desk was the plans to a newer wood cutter. Moving across the room he gripped the scroll and wrapped it up tucking it into his robe. Turning back to the door he stopped stunned. Before him stood a seven foot tauren and in his grip was Betnia, barely breathing.

Krenastus knew this was bad...Betnia could be revived but he was a differant story. In the free hand the Tauren held a double axe. Muttering a curse word in common Krenastus drew his curved blade and awaited the start of battle.

Krenastus never saw what happened to the table behind him, all he heard was a crunching noise and felt thousands of shards of wood slapping the back of his robe. The tauren had striked first and Krenastus had dodged...barely. Rolling off to his right Krenastus stood back up facing his opponent once again. The tauren dominated a good portion of the room and would have more difficulty maneuvering around.

Krenastus kicked off the ground slamming his sword into the upper part of the taurens body clipping the shoulder barely. As his lunge was dodged with inches to spare and while still in the air Krenastus smiled extended his hand and loosed off a shadowburn right into the taurens chest.

Hitting the far wall Krenastus gained his ground yet again. The Tauren took less time to recover than Krenastus had planned for. The tauren swung his axe in an upward arching action. The only room there was to move flat against the wall. The axe ripped through the upper part of his robe and cut an inch or two deep into Krenastus's chest. Bleeding and in pain Krenastus sagged slightly and waited for the Tauren to try his death blow.

The tauren was a stupid beast as many horde were and as such he of course did a downward swing as to cleave Krenastus in half. As the axe came down and would have ripped Krenastus's back in half Krenastus lunged forward his blade piercing deep into the taurens stomach. Summoning up his fel magic Krenastus pressed two fingers into the taurens jaw just above the end of the neck. Reciting a few words a shadow bolt burst from the tips ripping straight through the taurens thick skull.

Sidestepping out of the way of the body Krenastus drew his blade from the stomach and watched the tree of a creature fall to the floorboards. Stepping over the body he bounded out of the building. The plans had been saved having been on the other side of his body.

Stepping out into the lushious green forest Krenastus breathed deeply. All around him balls of flame, shadow, and ice danced. Along with the clash of swords and metal on metal there was no disticintion between the powers colliding on this battle field. Running at full speed Krenastus consumed one of his healthstones grinning as the wound stiched itself together and the blood stopped seeping from the wound.

Ahead of him lay a large group of orcs around a few of his mages. Laughing he aimed the fingers on his right hand at the sky just above the entire group. As suddenly as the fire started it stopped leaving nothing but burnt corspes in the wake. His rain of fire was completly unexpected and as such the mages and tauren had died. But mages were replacable.

Moving off to his right he moved off into the next cluster of building loosing off weak spells the whole way. Krenastus could remember it like it was yesterday. His captain had told him there would be a few horde on gaurd duty but the main building had to be burnt down even after the horde had left them. We couldnt even let them keep their homes, it was a morale thing. Standing in the middle Krenastus aimed his fingers at each individual building using immolate to start them aflame.

That being done Krenastus moved to regroup with his captain. Only to find him dozing against a tree well out of combat. Bounding up his robe ripped and his smile alight with having toremented so many to death he knelt down by his captain. "So whats next captain?" he smiled his sharp teeth covered in blood from having spit blood up after the initial attack.

Captain Thorngood looked up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "You all done killin yet? I got bored after the first fourty and came to take a nap." finally looking at Krenastus he noticed the ripped robe. "Looks like you ran into trouble pipsqueak." He grinned in good humor. Krenastus knew that no matter what the Captain said he wanted Krenastus dead as much as anyone who would most likely lose their job to someone much younger and overqualified.

Krenastus smiled "A bit, of course I didnt see you out there fighting. You been asleep this whole time?" the good humor barely hid the condescending tone. This man was worthless and as such should by all purposes go drop dead. Smiling he knew that what he had done to the mages was wrong, but required in the circumstances.

The captain half-smiled and rose to his full height his robe billowing out behind him with a sudden gust of wind. Roaring out over the chaos he called for his men to finish the job.Turning to Krenastus he narrowed his eyes and strode off with a slightl limp. For the first time Krenastus saw the large gash on his Captains leg. This man could be hurt, now Krenastus jus thad to abuse that information to the full extent of his knowledge. Smiling Krenastus began to follow his captain as they headed back to the road, the flame of the homes and bodies alighting their path into the darkness. And thus began Krenastus descent into his change.