[ WP ] Write a story about a fantasy evil healer ( not just because he 's part of an evil team ) .

On the first day, my team greeted me with a smile. 
 
 `` Hi Pheya!'' they waved. `` Ready for the raid?'' I nodded, showing my collection of flasks and potions. I sat down to have a snack while others checked their talents and glyphs, unlike certain people, I've come prepared. From over my spell book I glanced at the raid leader, a Paladin switch specializations. My blood boiled. Led by a Paladin of all classes? Well, not for long. I wo n't have to pretend for long. 
 
 The first boss was painfully easy, I did n't even have to pop my Healing Tide Totem but made sure to immediately heal any wounds inflicted to our tank, the Paladin. At the third boss, we almost all died, but I managed to use all my cooldowns to keep us alive. Even Heroism was popped, leaving my team Exhausted. The elements whizzed in me impatiently and I decided to give up the façade. 
 
 `` You are a bunch of imbeciles'' I suddenly stood up upon finishing my drink. `` I will lead the team from now on.'' The Paladin looked at me, puzzled. 
 
 `` What are you talking about, Pheya? You're the healer.'' I growled. 
 
 `` So what?'' I spat. `` You almost wiped us, pulling the entire room. I am more experienced, more skilled and even better equipped than you. Give me the leader role.'' The Paladin laughed, standing up and waving his hammer threateningly. 
 
 `` Little draenei, you know that I can crush you any moment, right? Our Priest can make a better healer, that I'm certain of.'' I grit my teeth. Comparing me, a mighty Shaman, master of elements to a pathetic clothie who weeps to his Light for help. I clenched my hand and withdrew the power I poured into the Paladin. His wounds that I healed popped open, blood flowing from the stabs and slices in his skin. I heard a bellow of pain as everyone bled, the Priest tried to mend his own wounds, but he was out of mana. Everyone was dying and I only became stronger. I grinned at the feeling of power. At last, I'm the most powerful one. I am the best. I am... Lord of Elements. Or Lady. Whatever. 
 
 `` Now who is the raid leader?'' I asked menacingly. A moment later he whimpered, now but a weak Worgen in blood-stained plates. 
 
 `` You...'' With a sigh he dropped his head to the ground and died. The others, especially the Priest took way longer to let go, in the end I had my Fire Elemental kill him. Shame, I almost started to like him, even though he was only a priest. I stood up, swirls of all four element curling around my hands like mist-snakes. I muttered words just for show, the magic of elements does n't require stupid incantations or pathetic prayers. I closed my eyes, leaning to the wall as I was waiting for the Ancestral Spirits to take effect, I was still Exhausted and the spell took a lot out of me. When I heard the first groan, I smiled broadly and opened my eyes, the first to rise was surprisingly the Paladin. I tossed a Healing Stream Totem to the ground absentmindedly to heal my newly-arisen army. A minute later, I looked from empty eyes to vacant gazes. They were all kneeling before me, their wounds properly healed and awaiting my command. I felt a strange urge to throw them a treat, but these are not my pets. These are my slaves. Hmm, okay, maybe later they will make cute pets. 
 
 `` Let's go'' I pointed at the path leading to the final boss. 
 
 For those who are wondering, yes, my main character on World of Warcraft is Pheya, a draenei Restoration Shaman. I love her and making her an evil megalomaniac healer was a blast to write: D
