Calfrun

[Calefrun]

This story takes place in the Wracraft universe, so I guess it counts as a fanfiction. And I know that Part One is boring, there's not even any dialogue in it. It's just made to serve as an introdurction though, so bear with me here.

[Calefrun]

Calfrun

Part One
The Accident

It was a dark, though cloudless night, and all was still except for a lone zeppelin moving silently through the sky. Though there was a new moon, making the sky and lands ahead pitch dark, the travelers upon this craft could see well enough, do to a fairly well developed night vision, and a single headlight mounted upon the bow of the zeppelin. The craft itself was a marvel of goblin technology, kept afloat by two large balloons, and pushed forward slowly by a propeller and engine in the rear of the craft.

The crew consisted of ten goblins, five of them engineers, three workers- whose job it was to move cargo and other things, a navigator, and the captain, Ren Fizzspark. Their zeppelin, the Carrier (not exactly a great name, but nobody had ever credited goblins with being creative in such things), had taken this route many times before, carrying passengers, goods, and anything else that needed transportation across the vast continent of Kalimdor. On this particular journey was a family of night elves, who had been invited to a feast in the distant land of Moonglade, and needed conveyance from their home in the city of Darnassus, which was built among the boughs of he great tree, Teldrassil. It was amazing to Fizzspark and his crew that an entire race of people could live atop a giant tree, but that was elvin magic for you.

The elves were in the hull of the carrier, which had no lights, so it was even more dark than it was outside. All of them were doing things to keep themselves busy for the duration of their journey. The two adults, Calfren and Velastar, were discussing the celebration thy were to attend as excitedly as a child might discuss a certain toy or candy. The three boys, the brothers Calfrun and Starlarris, as well as the friend that had accompanied the family on this voyage, Frezen, were wrestling around on the floor, tumbling all over the small room. Calfrun and Frezen were ten years old, though for such long lived people as night elves, this was still a very young age. And little Starlarris was only five years of age. In a corner f the room sat the two sisters, Starlirris and Eristar, quietly conversing, not wishing to take part in the boy’s roughhousing. They were, however, being two years younger than Calfrun and Frezen, having a difficult time attempting to contain their excitement.

[Calefrun]

The only one even slightly nervous was the father, Calfren. He was wary of the goblins and their craft. The small, green skinned creatures were known for the fact that most of their creations tended to explode. Statistically, flying by zeppelin was safer than the hippogryphs that were traditionally used, but the tall, purple skinned elf still didn’t entirely trust this machine. He would have felt at least a little better if he could seen more of his beloved wife than her glowing, silvery-white eyes, and she could only see the yellow of his, but in this darkness that wasn’t possible.

He looked at the children, and saw that one of the boys had stopped playing and was resting a few feet away from the others. Though all he could see was the lad’s eyes, yellow like those of all male night elves, Calfren assumed that it was Starlarris. He, being only five years old, was barely out of babyhood. He was young to be playing so roughly with the other two. Calfren’s gaze then drifted over to Starlirris and Eristar. The two girls, though only a little older than Starlarris, were doing an excellent job controlling their abundant excitement. Why? Calfren had no idea. Perhaps they saw this as another of the training exercises that all priestesses-to-be had to go through. Finally Calfren watched Calfrun and Frezen wreslte around on the floor. The two were best friends, and had been since either could say the word “friend”. If they ever were to be separated, Calfren knew that they would have a tough time learning to cope without the constant companionship and support.

There was suddenly a loud noise from the decks above, and shouting could be heard from the goblins. The zeppelin’s forward motion slowed to a crawl. Eristar and Starlirris huddled together, the boys stopped playing, and Velastar was looking at Calfren, her eyes portraying a worried look. Calfren ran up the stairs, his heart pounding and his head filled with the worst scenarios possible. When he reached the deck, he found that his worst fears were coming true. The ship’s engine had exploded, and flames now covered half the deck.

While the goblins tried in vain to put out the fires, a jet of flame shot up one of the ropes connecting the balloons to the rest of the craft. Calfren could only cover his ears and look away as the objects holding the craft in the air exploded in a fiery blast and the ship began free falling. He tried to grab onto something, but couldn’t find anything quickly enough, and the ship continued falling at a faster rate than he did. He saw goblins and members of his family scatter into open air. He let out a cry for his life and for the lives of his loved ones, and a single thought entered his mind. I had wondered what would happen if Calfrun and Frezen were ever separated. If by some miracle either of them survives this, they will undoubtedly find out.