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Just a little story that I wrote out with minimal help from She gave me the reference info, and I just wrote the thing. I will be typing up the second chapter soon. Enjoy!

Chapter 1.

Growing up in a hunting family as the only child of a father who thought that men should do the outdoors activities whilst the women stay at home and keep the house in order was not easy for Agatha Gatto. But her father had little ability to change that, being that Agatha was the only child that Natalie, Agatha’s mother, was able to bear before she was diagnosed as sterile. So Agatha’s mother and father decided to teach their only child how to do both the male and female skills needed in a hunting family. From cooking and cleaning to baiting and preparing traps, to cleaning and skinning the caught game, all of these skills Agatha were taught to her. Before her 18th year, she was a journeyman hunter, could cook, clean do first aid and skin and gut any animal that Gilneas could throw at her.

Then, not suddenly like in the storybooks, but progressively over a month, a shadow began to fall over Gilneas. It was slow to fall, but when it finally hit, it hit like the second war that her father talked about from time to time. Living in Duskhaven had its perks; out of the city limits, good hunting grounds, but most of all, it was a refuge from the city. But now, it seemed that the problems of the city were flowing over into Duskhaven. The day that the Worgen attacked Gilneas City, Agatha’s Father, Anthony Gatto, decided to take two of his best hunting dogs, his best hunting rifle and as many traps as he could carry and head into the city to help save as many people as possible. He told Natalie to take good care of Agatha, and told Agatha to help her mother if he did not return. With those words, Agatha saw her father march off towards Gilneas City, hoping that he would return. He never did. Instead, many refugees came into Duskhaven with a few city guards, some of the royal guards, Lorna Crowley, a few Lords and the Greymane royal family.

All had somber looks on their faces, all looked beyond terrified. Agatha and Natalie asked the guards and refugees where their father/husband was, and one guard was able to tell them that he went with Crowley to help lure the Worgen away from the refugees. After hearing this, Natalie fell to her knees and wept uncontrollably. Agatha was somehow able to help her mother up to her feet, get her into their home and get her into bed. The next few weeks were though for Agatha, what with King Greymane having Worgen be captured and worked on by Krennan Aranas to try and restore their minds. When Agatha’s mother Natalie caught wind of this, she became delirious with hope. She began going to the place where they kept the captured Worgen and stayed there for hours. Looking into their eyes and singing softly to them. “To help them sooth their inner beast.” She claimed. It worked with some of the Worgen that were having trouble with Krennan’s potion, and she was allowed to be inside the Worgen-pen with Krennan. On one especially gloomy day, Natalie left to help Krennan with more ferals, but she did not return at her usual time.

In fact, she did not return the entire day. There was a knock at the door, and Agatha opened it, hoping to see her mother. Instead, when Agatha opened the door, there were two Duskhaven watchmen standing there, somber looks on their faces. They told Agatha that her mother had been bitten by a feral that has gotten loose and before the watchmen could stop Natalie, she ran off towards the Blackwald. The two watchmen gave Agatha their deepest condolences, then turned and left. Agatha closed the door, reeling. First her father fell to the Worgen, now her mother?! She felt rage building up within her and soon she was on her way to Gilneas City, her own rifle in hand and two hunting dogs accompanying her. She entered Gilneas city ready for bear, but by the time she made it out of the City, her garb was slashed and torn, her gun was out of ammo and her two hunting dogs were missing and probably dead.

Agatha had managed to kill only a dozen of the Worgen infesting the City before things quickly went downhill from there. She began to run low on ammo, so she decided to let her hounds loose. They disappeared around a corner and their barks faded as they ran father and father away from her. What happened between that moment and her running for her life out of the city is a blur to her to this day. But when Agatha returned to Duskhaven, she was approached by one of the Duskhaven militia. “Agatha!” The man yelled. “Thank the Light; we need anyone who can help to push the Forsaken back!” Agatha thought about it for a second, and then she asked for some ammo for her gun. The militiaman gave her several packs and then she headed towards the sounds of battle. In that fight, she entered a battle trance of sorts, killing forsaken after forsaken. She was so focused on killing that she was almost claimed by the sea when the sundering happened. Only with the quick reflexes of one of the mentally-restored Worgen was Agatha spared from certain death. After she broke free from her trance, she saw the face of the Worgen that had saved her and screamed. The Worgen cupped her mouth with his hand, and made the fingered gesture for silence. He then pointed to where Agatha had been only moments before. Agatha saw a sobering sight; half of Duskhaven’s farming lands were underwater and people were being dragged onto shore. Agatha felt a hand on her shoulder and the Worgen that saved her was there.

He gestured back towards Duskhaven and began to speak, more clearly than Agatha thought possible. “Go home, hunter. Get whatever you need, plus a few treasures. I have a feeling that all of Duskhaven will be underwater before long.” Agatha agreed and headed home. She then packed all of her clothed that she could, plus a few mementos of her family and stepped outside. Agatha saw a scene of mild chaos with carriages being loaded along with people and heading out towards Greymane Manor. A Worgen came up to Agatha and held out a clawed hand, open-palmed, towards her. She handed him her trunk. It was taken and put onto the top of the carriage, and Agatha was hoisted onto the back of the same carriage. Just then, a Worgen hopped onto the back of the same carriage and introduced himself. “Hello, ma’am. Karzeth Menethan, at your service.” Agatha turned her head away from the Worgen, clearly uncomfortable in his presence. “You’re welcome for me saving your life, by the way…” He said, his smile fading slightly. Agatha was very surprised “That was you!?” she exclaimed. “Aye, that was me.” The Worgen replied. “Th-Thank you, Karzeth…” She stammered. “It was nothing. How did your clothes get that way?” He asked, gesturing at her tattered and torn clothes. Agatha explained how she had foolishly gone into the City to avenge her parents after her mother had been afflicted with the curse. “What about your father?” Karzeth asked.

Agatha then went on to explain how her father had not returned from his venture to help save the people in the City and she assumed he was dead. Karzeth apologized for her family and then began to tell his own tale of loss and woe. He had joined the city guard at his cusp of adulthood, as it ran in the family. He signed up hoping that he would mostly be order-enforcing with little excitement. He could have never been more wrong in his life. He was there with his squad in the city when the Worgen attacked. He tried with the other guards of the city to hold off the Worgen, but there were too many for them to handle. Agatha became more comfortable in Karzeth’s presence. So much so that she lovingly placed her head on his upper-arm, as her shoulder was too high up for her to reach with her head. Karzeth noticed this, smiled warmly and resumed his story. After being able to save most of the citizens in the city, Karzeth and his squad decided to stay behind and act as a diversion to cover the citizen’s escape. After taking up positions in the cathedral, they killed dozens of the Worgen before being forced to fall back into the main hall of the cathedral.

Then the Worgen broke through the barricades. Karzeth had heard of many terrible things about the second war, but nothing prepared him for seeing men whom he had shared both beverage and bunk with, after all that he and his men had gone through, to see them be literally torn to pieces made him both immensely furious and saddened beyond measure. They were basically his brothers, and now they were gone. But to Karzeth, it seemed that the light had made a jest of his misfortune. Instead of joining the closest thing he had to family in death, he was instead subdued and afflicted with the Worgen curse. Karzeth then pulled down the armor covering his fur-covered shoulder. Even through the thick fur, Agatha could see the bite mark in his shoulder.

“Now I am cursed to walk Azeroth for the remainder of my days, cursed to be like those who…slaughtered…the closest people to family I had left in this world…” Agatha then began to see something that she thought she would never see in her lifetime. Karzeth Menethan, former sergeant in the Gilneas city guard, now a hulking killing machine, began to cry. He began to cry, and then he began to sob. Agatha was so moved by the ex-sergeant’s story that she buried herself in his furry muscular chest and let the emotions of the past few months come out in the form of tears and muffled sobs. As Karzeth cradled Agatha’s head in his chest, he began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but eventually working into a baby-rocking motion. As Agatha felt the tears of the surprisingly gentle Worgen drip down onto her head flow through her hair like water though a riverbed. Before she could feel any more empathetic to the Worgen, she felt herself being picked up by strong but gentle arms. “Karzeth?” Asked Agatha. “Aye, I’m here. Just relax, I’ll take care of you and protect you.” It was at that moment that Agatha allowed herself to fall asleep, a Worgen of all things carrying her to light-knows where. But for the first time in months, she felt at peace.

END CHAPTER 1.

Description
Just a little story that I wrote out with minimal help from She gave me the reference info, and I just wrote the thing. I will be typing up the second chapter soon. Enjoy!

Chapter 1.

Growing up in a hunting family as the only child of a father who thought that men should do the outdoors activities whilst the women stay at home and keep the house in order was not easy for Agatha Gatto. But her father had little ability to change that, being that Agatha was the only child that Natalie, Agatha’s mother, was able to bear before she was diagnosed as sterile. So Agatha’s mother and father decided to teach their only child how to do both the male and female skills needed in a hunting family. From cooking and cleaning to baiting and preparing traps, to cleaning and skinning the caught game, all of these skills Agatha were taught to her. Before her 18th year, she was a journeyman hunter, could cook, clean do first aid and skin and gut any animal that Gilneas could throw at her.

Then, not suddenly like in the storybooks, but progressively over a month, a shadow began to fall over Gilneas. It was slow to fall, but when it finally hit, it hit like the second war that her father talked about from time to time. Living in Duskhaven had its perks; out of the city limits, good hunting grounds, but most of all, it was a refuge from the city. But now, it seemed that the problems of the city were flowing over into Duskhaven. The day that the Worgen attacked Gilneas City, Agatha’s Father, Anthony Gatto, decided to take two of his best hunting dogs, his best hunting rifle and as many traps as he could carry and head into the city to help save as many people as possible. He told Natalie to take good care of Agatha, and told Agatha to help her mother if he did not return. With those words, Agatha saw her father march off towards Gilneas City, hoping that he would return. He never did. Instead, many refugees came into Duskhaven with a few city guards, some of the royal guards, Lorna Crowley, a few Lords and the Greymane royal family.

All had somber looks on their faces, all looked beyond terrified. Agatha and Natalie asked the guards and refugees where their father/husband was, and one guard was able to tell them that he went with Crowley to help lure the Worgen away from the refugees. After hearing this, Natalie fell to her knees and wept uncontrollably. Agatha was somehow able to help her mother up to her feet, get her into their home and get her into bed. The next few weeks were though for Agatha, what with King Greymane having Worgen be captured and worked on by Krennan Aranas to try and restore their minds. When Agatha’s mother Natalie caught wind of this, she became delirious with hope. She began going to the place where they kept the captured Worgen and stayed there for hours. Looking into their eyes and singing softly to them. “To help them sooth their inner beast.” She claimed. It worked with some of the Worgen that were having trouble with Krennan’s potion, and she was allowed to be inside the Worgen-pen with Krennan. On one especially gloomy day, Natalie left to help Krennan with more ferals, but she did not return at her usual time.

In fact, she did not return the entire day. There was a knock at the door, and Agatha opened it, hoping to see her mother. Instead, when Agatha opened the door, there were two Duskhaven watchmen standing there, somber looks on their faces. They told Agatha that her mother had been bitten by a feral that has gotten loose and before the watchmen could stop Natalie, she ran off towards the Blackwald. The two watchmen gave Agatha their deepest condolences, then turned and left. Agatha closed the door, reeling. First her father fell to the Worgen, now her mother?! She felt rage building up within her and soon she was on her way to Gilneas City, her own rifle in hand and two hunting dogs accompanying her. She entered Gilneas city ready for bear, but by the time she made it out of the City, her garb was slashed and torn, her gun was out of ammo and her two hunting dogs were missing and probably dead.

Agatha had managed to kill only a dozen of the Worgen infesting the City before things quickly went downhill from there. She began to run low on ammo, so she decided to let her hounds loose. They disappeared around a corner and their barks faded as they ran father and father away from her. What happened between that moment and her running for her life out of the city is a blur to her to this day. But when Agatha returned to Duskhaven, she was approached by one of the Duskhaven militia. “Agatha!” The man yelled. “Thank the Light; we need anyone who can help to push the Forsaken back!” Agatha thought about it for a second, and then she asked for some ammo for her gun. The militiaman gave her several packs and then she headed towards the sounds of battle. In that fight, she entered a battle trance of sorts, killing forsaken after forsaken. She was so focused on killing that she was almost claimed by the sea when the sundering happened. Only with the quick reflexes of one of the mentally-restored Worgen was Agatha spared from certain death. After she broke free from her trance, she saw the face of the Worgen that had saved her and screamed. The Worgen cupped her mouth with his hand, and made the fingered gesture for silence. He then pointed to where Agatha had been only moments before. Agatha saw a sobering sight; half of Duskhaven’s farming lands were underwater and people were being dragged onto shore. Agatha felt a hand on her shoulder and the Worgen that saved her was there.

He gestured back towards Duskhaven and began to speak, more clearly than Agatha thought possible. “Go home, hunter. Get whatever you need, plus a few treasures. I have a feeling that all of Duskhaven will be underwater before long.” Agatha agreed and headed home. She then packed all of her clothed that she could, plus a few mementos of her family and stepped outside. Agatha saw a scene of mild chaos with carriages being loaded along with people and heading out towards Greymane Manor. A Worgen came up to Agatha and held out a clawed hand, open-palmed, towards her. She handed him her trunk. It was taken and put onto the top of the carriage, and Agatha was hoisted onto the back of the same carriage. Just then, a Worgen hopped onto the back of the same carriage and introduced himself. “Hello, ma’am. Karzeth Menethan, at your service.” Agatha turned her head away from the Worgen, clearly uncomfortable in his presence. “You’re welcome for me saving your life, by the way…” He said, his smile fading slightly. Agatha was very surprised “That was you!?” she exclaimed. “Aye, that was me.” The Worgen replied. “Th-Thank you, Karzeth…” She stammered. “It was nothing. How did your clothes get that way?” He asked, gesturing at her tattered and torn clothes. Agatha explained how she had foolishly gone into the City to avenge her parents after her mother had been afflicted with the curse. “What about your father?” Karzeth asked.

Agatha then went on to explain how her father had not returned from his venture to help save the people in the City and she assumed he was dead. Karzeth apologized for her family and then began to tell his own tale of loss and woe. He had joined the city guard at his cusp of adulthood, as it ran in the family. He signed up hoping that he would mostly be order-enforcing with little excitement. He could have never been more wrong in his life. He was there with his squad in the city when the Worgen attacked. He tried with the other guards of the city to hold off the Worgen, but there were too many for them to handle. Agatha became more comfortable in Karzeth’s presence. So much so that she lovingly placed her head on his upper-arm, as her shoulder was too high up for her to reach with her head. Karzeth noticed this, smiled warmly and resumed his story. After being able to save most of the citizens in the city, Karzeth and his squad decided to stay behind and act as a diversion to cover the citizen’s escape. After taking up positions in the cathedral, they killed dozens of the Worgen before being forced to fall back into the main hall of the cathedral.

Then the Worgen broke through the barricades. Karzeth had heard of many terrible things about the second war, but nothing prepared him for seeing men whom he had shared both beverage and bunk with, after all that he and his men had gone through, to see them be literally torn to pieces made him both immensely furious and saddened beyond measure. They were basically his brothers, and now they were gone. But to Karzeth, it seemed that the light had made a jest of his misfortune. Instead of joining the closest thing he had to family in death, he was instead subdued and afflicted with the Worgen curse. Karzeth then pulled down the armor covering his fur-covered shoulder. Even through the thick fur, Agatha could see the bite mark in his shoulder.

“Now I am cursed to walk Azeroth for the remainder of my days, cursed to be like those who…slaughtered…the closest people to family I had left in this world…” Agatha then began to see something that she thought she would never see in her lifetime. Karzeth Menethan, former sergeant in the Gilneas city guard, now a hulking killing machine, began to cry. He began to cry, and then he began to sob. Agatha was so moved by the ex-sergeant’s story that she buried herself in his furry muscular chest and let the emotions of the past few months come out in the form of tears and muffled sobs. As Karzeth cradled Agatha’s head in his chest, he began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but eventually working into a baby-rocking motion. As Agatha felt the tears of the surprisingly gentle Worgen drip down onto her head flow through her hair like water though a riverbed. Before she could feel any more empathetic to the Worgen, she felt herself being picked up by strong but gentle arms. “Karzeth?” Asked Agatha. “Aye, I’m here. Just relax, I’ll take care of you and protect you.” It was at that moment that Agatha allowed herself to fall asleep, a Worgen of all things carrying her to light-knows where. But for the first time in months, she felt at peace.

END CHAPTER 1.