As I was growing in levels, so was the distance Sam and I could explore. Our adventures were becoming more epic with each passing day. By this point, Sam and Ana were officially “Mates”—the Kal’dorei term for being betrothed. We weren’t just an RP couple; we were the RP couple. Think of us as the Elven version of the Beckhams—except we rode Sabre mounts, not Bentleys, which is infinitely cooler in any world.

One day, Sam suggested a new destination, somewhere in Kalimdor that I hadn’t seen before: Feralas.

“Feralas?” I asked, a bit skeptical. “What’s in Feralas?”

Sam smirked, his usual mysterious grin. “You’ll see. Trust me, it’s one of the most beautiful places in Azeroth.”

Now, for those of you who don’t know, Feralas is a wild and untamed region in southern Kalimdor. It’s full of lush forests, towering trees, ancient ruins covered in moss, and streams that glitter under the light of the moon. It feels like walking into a fairy tale—everything is alive, vibrant, and untouched by the wars and chaos happening elsewhere.

We rode into the zone on our Sabre mounts, the thick canopy of trees casting shadows over us. The air was cool and refreshing, filled with the scent of pine and damp earth. The sounds of the jungle—a chorus of birds, insects, and distant waterfalls—filled the air.

Sam slowed his mount to ride alongside me. “This is Feralas,” he said with a quiet sense of awe. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It’s… it’s incredible,” I replied, wide-eyed as I took in the scenery. “I had no idea something like this existed in Azeroth.”

We ventured deeper into the heart of Feralas, stopping by ancient Kal’dorei ruins hidden in the forest. Massive stone arches, now broken and covered in vines, told the story of a time long gone. It was peaceful, almost as if the world itself had forgotten this place.

“The Beckhams have got nothing on us,” I teased, nudging Sam. “We’ve got this.”

He laughed. “They can keep their Bentleys. I’ll take these Sabres any day.”

The day was perfect. We explored, found hidden waterfalls, and even discovered an old Night Elf shrine that Sam claimed was sacred to his people. We took a moment to relax by the water, sitting on a rock and enjoying the peaceful quiet. Sam, being the mischievous elf that he was, couldn’t resist splashing me with water, and soon we were both laughing, soaked, and acting like kids on a summer vacation.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the trees, Sam said, “There’s one last place I want to show you. The Twin Colossals.”

I hadn’t heard of them before, so naturally, I was curious. We rode to the northern part of Feralas, where two massive stone pillars, the Twin Colossals, towered over the jungle. They were so tall, they seemed to touch the sky itself.

“Are we going up there?” I asked, squinting at the impossibly high peaks.

Sam grinned. “Yep. Best view in Feralas. Come on, follow me.”

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We ascended the winding paths, which felt like they went on forever. The climb was steep, but when we finally reached the top, the view was worth every step. From up there, all of Feralas stretched out before us like a vast, green ocean. The forest, the rivers, and the distant coastline—it was breathtaking.

“This,” Sam said, standing at the edge of the Colossals, “is why I wanted to bring you here.”

I stood beside him, taking in the awe-inspiring view. “It’s… perfect,” I whispered.

But as we stood there, enjoying the moment, I noticed a small Goblin shop set up at the very top. Curious, I wandered over to see what he was selling.

“Oi, you lot!” the Goblin barked at us. “Fancy a parachute? It’s the only way down, you know.”

I blinked. “Wait… what?”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, once you reach the top, the only way down is… well, down.”

I looked over the edge again, my stomach doing a little flip at the sheer drop. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” Sam said, still grinning. “But don’t worry, it’s fun. You just jump off, use the parachute, and float down like a leaf on the wind.”

I gave him a dubious look, but he’d already bought two parachutes from the Goblin and handed one to me.

“Come on,” Sam said, backing up towards the edge. “On three?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“One,” Sam started, grinning mischievously.

“I hate you,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the parachute.

“Two,” Sam continued, still backing up.

“This is a terrible idea…”

“Three!” Sam shouted, and with that, he leapt off the edge.

“Oh for Elune’s sake…” I groaned, and before I could second-guess it, I jumped after him.

The wind rushed past us as we soared off the Colossal, our parachutes unfurling above us. The view was incredible. We floated down through the sky, watching the sun sink below the horizon, casting an orange glow over Feralas. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and beautiful all at once.

“See?” Sam called out, laughing as we descended. “Told you it was fun!”

I couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, grinning.

As we landed gently in the jungle below, I turned to him, shaking my head. “Next time, maybe warn me before you throw me off a mountain, okay?”

Sam just laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Once we were back on solid ground, we shared a moment of quiet laughter, still catching our breath from the experience. It was the perfect end to a perfect day—just the two of us, exploring the world, one adventure at a time.

And while Feralas itself was beautiful, it was the time I spent there with Sam that made it truly unforgettable. We had braved the Twin Colossals, leapt from the heights with nothing but parachutes and trust in each other, and shared a sunset that would be burned into my memory forever.

But, of course, there was more to come. Sam always had something up his sleeve.

As we landed gently in the jungle below, I turned to Sam, shaking my head with a smile. “Next time, maybe warn me before you throw me off a mountain, okay?”

Sam just laughed, his deep voice echoing through the trees. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Once we were back on solid ground, the laughter died down, replaced by a comfortable, quiet stillness. The jungle around us seemed to hum with life, the evening air cool and fragrant. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the adrenaline of the day fading into something softer, something more.

Sam reached out and brushed a stray hair from my face, his fingers lingering against my skin for just a second longer than necessary. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and warm.

“Always,” I whispered, feeling a flutter in my chest.

His eyes, silver in the fading light, held mine for a long moment before he smiled that quiet, knowing smile I had come to love. “Good,” he said softly. “Because there’s no one else I’d want to share these adventures with.”

I felt my heart swell at his words, the world around us fading into the background. In that moment, it was just him and me, the wild beauty of Feralas our only witness. He stepped closer, closing the space between us, and gently took my hand.

“Every sunset, every adventure,” Sam whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “I want it to be with you.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the jungle air. “Then let’s keep going,” I said, my voice just as soft. “Because I’m not done exploring this world with you.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and I closed my eyes, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The jungle around us seemed to hold its breath, the world still and perfect.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence, I realized that it didn’t matter where we went or what challenges we faced. As long as Sam was by my side, every journey would be an adventure, and every moment would be something to cherish.

Even today, Ana can often be found wandering the serene, emerald forests of Feralas, her sharp eyes ever watching and waiting for Sam to appear once more. In her heart, she knows he will return one day, just as the sun rises and sets. For now, she remains in that sacred place, their place, reliving the memories they made and the adventures they shared, always ready for when he comes back to her.