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Demon Hunters: Slayers Part 3

I blushed when I heard the name. Once upon a time, I had a crush on Tyger. He was a handsome young Elf then. He was tall, and regal, his blonde almost white hair falling on his shoulder. We were all at the academy at that time when we were children; learning the art of combat, self-defense, magic and spells and generally how to survive in our world. Of course there were reading and writing too.

They were Blood Elves actually and had once fought the human kind but after they had re-taken Sunwell, the Elves source of magic, power and life, we had made peace.  

Jademere and I waited for sundown, so we could ride away with the other soldiers to the portal in the east side of the moonshadow. There were three other portals to other realms, the west, north and south. There were many worlds out there that were different from one another.

Amelia was not as annoyed with me as I thought when I told her Jademere, an Elf no less, was coming with us. She just stared at the lithe silk-clad Jademere, and told her to follow orders. Jademere nodded. It was a relief for me as I didn’t want to be at the blasting end of Amelia’s ire.

As the pale reddish sun of Stormwind went down, we rode our motorbike into the sky. Jademere’s contraption was like a horseless chariot that lightly glowed green as it flew. Amelia frowned at this as she thought it would  expose us to our enemies, but there was no help for this.

As we were flying over the city, we noticed that a vehicle was following us. It had the government signs on its roof.  We hovered on midair and waited for it to approach.

“Soldiers!”

A man poked out his head and stared at us. He was a policeman, on patrol and he didn’t look too pleased to see us.

“What are you doing in this part of the city? We were not informed about you,” the man said, frowning. He looked like a robot in his uniform which was too smooth over his head and body.

“Err…we are just going off to visit our friend’s home,” Amelia answered, smiling so charmingly that I forgot she was my commander.

The man looked at Jademere and scowled.

“What is this blood elf doing here?” he growled.

“Escorting them to my home…” Jademere answered, sweetly, gesturing with her hand.

The man immediately smiled, nodded, closed his vehicle window and moved away.

I looked at Jademere.

She giggled. I sighed. Magic did have its plus side, I thought.

We hurried away after that, going full throttle on our flying bike. The wind that buffeted against our face was not very refreshing as the smell of brimstone seemed to grow heavier and heavier on the air as we approached the portal.

By sunrise, we saw the glowing blue portal from afar. We also heard the groans and moans of the undead as they milled around their encampment.

To be continued….
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