An interesting one

(3rd pov)

Deep within the jungles of Stranglethorne vale, past the numerous trees and the boulders that dotted the landscape, past the great walls of Zul'gurub, and within a small hut that numbered one of many that lay within the great city.

Sleeping on a pile of furs, lay a blue-furred troll. As he lay asleep, his firm hair the color of unpolished silver, lay messily beside him as it lacked the fat gel he used. His body made do with his odd sleeping position as its many muscles bent in differing ways and they were shown off, from his becoming abs, to his biceps, to the rather cumbersome bulge that came up into the air.

As the night passed on, he twisted and turned In his make shift bed, his face scrunching from time to time as if plagued by an awful dream, till the clock struck midnight, and his silver eyes blasted open and he lurched forward.

(1st pov)

I felt myself gasp as I flew forward, my whole body breathing hard. I quickly moved my hand to my face to wipe away the sweat, only to notice the difference. _What the fuck? _I felt myself think as my once human five-fingered hand was replaced by a blue, thick, and calloused three-fingered hand.

What am I? felt myself ask before my mind crumpled like wet paper under the ravaging **** of memories that flooded in, years of training, years of storytelling, and years of culture hitting like a train.

I lurched even further forward, actively bending my body as my hands grasped my head as my mind was rent apart.

Eventually, though, the pain faded, and was soon replaced with glee and absolute joy at my discovery. Im on Azeroth I felt myself wanting to cheer, but saner minds prevailed as I noticed the moon outside.

I started to slow myself, taking deep breaths as I tried my best to sift through the flood of memories reminiscent of the biblical proportions.

I remembered my old life, my old home, my old job, and even my family. But I also remembered something new. A life I was not prepared for.

I had been tossed into the body of a young troll, who had left his home isle searching for a teacher, and a greater sense of honor to fill him.

Though no such thing was going to happen. He had been warned, a great many times, by his mother and father who both knew such things would not end well, but in his recklessness, he had ignored both of them.

Let's not have that. I found myself thinking, smirking the whole time. _Let's try something else. _I thought, as my memories of the game filled me, while my most recent of the ROB came in as I tried thinking on what he had said.

He said I would have power too, didn't he? I asked myself, soon agreeing before I felt one last trickle of memory enter me.

"I hope you have fun with this, though you might have a tougher time writing things in this world specifically. I'm certain you will manage, and make for great entertainment. Anyway, anything you write on is yours and you are free to do whatever you want with it. Now have fun!"

As I remembered, I could almost hear his little jolly voice mixed together with a bit of mirth and excitement. I honestly felt myself dread what might happen if I screw up too much.

Never mind that, I need to focus. I shook myself off before I decided that I was going to have to check my situation out. I was in a small tent, one gifted to me when I joined the guard.

I froze up at that thought. I joined the guard? I asked myself, remembering signing up for it and remembering the training camp I was in at the moment.

*SIGH* "Fucking idiot," I felt myself whisper to my past self.