A Ghost Saber Story

Night Elf Hunter with Moonstalker pet

It was a cold, harsh morning in the shoreline boughs of Teldrassil, rain trickled through the lofty canopy above, hitting Azsunei softly on the head as she laid by her saber… asleep.

No sooner had a strong gust of wind echoed through the bough, Azsunei was up and looking out over the sea as the rain pelted her soft, purple coloured face. Her ears twitched as Asora, her saber, came to stand beside the shoreline.

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