The Shadow's Grasp
As dusk settled over the cobblestone streets of Darkshire, Teldra’s silhouette merged with the long shadows stretching between the buildings. Known for her keen detective skills in Azeroth, she found herself before the town hall, where the magistrate awaited, his face etched with worry.
“The Orb of Elune,” he began, gesturing towards an empty pedestal, “it’s gone. And with it, the light that kept the shadows at bay.”
Teldra examined the pedestal, her mind racing. The absence of struggle suggested an inside job. Before she could theorize further, a piercing scream echoed from the outskirts. Teldra sprinted towards the sound, her instincts leading her through the winding alleys.
In a moonlit glade, she stumbled upon a scene of turmoil. A cloaked figure vanished into the woods, leaving behind a villager, pale and trembling on the ground. The air was thick with magic — a remnant of the shadows that had been summoned here.
With little time, Teldra knelt beside the villager. “Speak quickly. What did you see?”
“The shadows,” the villager whispered, “they moved... alive, and he... he controlled them.”
Her heart raced as the pieces fell into place. Whoever had stolen the orb possessed powers beyond mere thievery. They could bend the darkness to their will.
Teldra stood at the forest’s edge, the dark canopy a stark contrast to the open sky. Within, the shadows whispered, beckoning her to plunge into their depths. A path of mystery lay ahead, the stolen orb's fate tied to the will of the shadows. Yet, in the back of her mind, a strategic retreat to gather more forces and information seemed just as wise.
