#murlock

Chapter 1:

It was a clear summers day, the fish were plentiful, and the coast of the South Seas was clear. Westfall was beautiful this time of year. They had not had many adventurers this year. The tadpoles played along the coast, spitting water at each other as they ran. " Murgleurgler, murgle!", Mom yelled at them. My mom... healer of the tribe. She met my dad when she was an apprentice, he had had a nasty fight with some adventurers by the names of Christy and Emma. It was love at first sight. My brother, Morgle, lives far up North on the coast of the Ghostlands. "Murglek!", My father called. " Murg?" I asked. "Murgle!" "Mug." It was time for dinner with the others. We were a small tribe on the end of the coast. We had an odd combination of colors, purple and blue with green back spikes. While most of the Murloc population in the area was green and blue with red back spikes. The meal was delicious, we had sauteed kelp with a rare catch of sunfish. It was good while it lasted but now it was time for bed. I tucked in my seaweed woven blanket, I thought I saw movement outside my hut.... must have been nothing.

Chapter 2: I awoke to the sound of Murlocs screaming "Murgleurgler!" I quickly raced outside of the hut, and what I saw.... I saw a hurricane! Every Murlocs worst fear! I quickly got a boat and hurried my pet crab, a small group of adults, and the tadpoles onto it. It was the biggest one I could find. I searched for my parents but could not see them anywhere! I could only hope that they made it out OK. The next morning we decided that we would go to my brother in the Ghostlands. I'm sure he would help. As we sailed we told old stories that had been passed on from generation to generation. One story was of a princess who one day went down to the coast and kissed one of the Murlocs and he turned into a prince. The moral of this story was never to go near humans as they spread human-disease. We made a short stop in the Wetlands to get some supplies from my cousin ,Mergelock. When we finally made it to the Ghostlands it was pretty in a sick way. It was right next to the Plaguelands which made it look sickly like the Murlocs in Tirisfal Glades. When we got to the camp we found a boat that looked like ours and saw my brother standing there talking to two people who looked like me.

Chapter 3: We went over to greet him and what I saw made my heart burst with joy! It was my brothers children! I was an uncle. I went over and said ,"Morgle! Murg Murglek murg murg murg mug murgurglec!" "Murglek!" He said. He told me his children's names are Murlk and Myrtle. We never forgot the Murlocs that lost there lives that day and we will tell them the stories for generations to come. But there's one thing I still wonder to this day... where are my parents....?