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This is an excerpt from my Warcraft fan fiction novel, Turning Red: The Chronicles of Phoenix Bloodheart 1 Darkness has fallen and she walks alone; her bloodied boots brush softly across the sand. The slim elf, dressed in faded red leather, looks up. The moonlight twinkles in her blue eyes as she pauses to soak in the view. The old, beautiful ship stares back, anchored by the water's edge. The twilight sky blends with the midnight blue water below, perfectly still and calm, the tide lapping gently onto the shore. As she takes her first step onto the wooden deck, she pauses. Her former self would be fighting back tears, but she has cried enough. Instead, she lets the pain wash over her and pass by. She walks slowly around the creaking top deck, brushing her hand across the ship's rigging and handrail as she does so. Her worn red boots tap gently on the wood. Upon reaching the helm, she holds the wheel in both hands, her tatty fingerless gloves tightening around it as she looks out