So I'm broke and have decided that, if I somehow am magically good enough, I may start selling stories and whatnot to people. THAT BEING SAID I DON'T KNOW IF I AM GOOD. That's where you lovely people come in! Please read any of the following, tell me which one/s you read, and give me your constructive criticism on them! I thank you in advance for taking the time out of your busy day to do this. :)

[spoiler=World of Warcraft story! This is actually the story I have for my Icebound Frostbrood Vanquisher mount. Saluna is my Night Elf Hunter. :)] An emissary of the Aspect of Life, Saluna has proven her worth as an ally in the great Green's eyes. Having had completed a very difficult task asked by her from Ysera herself, Saluna was granted a Icebound Frostbrood Vanquisher.

This frozen dragon's name is Kasha. Formerly an unwilling servant of the Lich King and Sindragosa, Kasha recalled the memory of life and warmth, and went to her old Queen despite the dangers doing such possessed. After putting her life into Ysera's guardians' hands, she was bound and escorted to the great green's image.  Ysera laid unopened eyes on Kasha, and remembered the dragon back when she was but a hatchling that slept under the great Green‘s wing.
“I know you, Viridia of the Green Flight. You are brave, though foolish, to venture to our sacred temple, being one of the frozen servants of Sindragosa.”
Kasha bowed her head in respect and reverence of the Green Broodmother. “I know... but after remembering the life and love I knew so well when I was alive, I could no longer serve the Lich King and the Frost Queen. The way I saw it, I had but one of two choice: Put an end to my own unlife, or come here to ask redemption. I chose the latter, because my death would not serve those who wish an end to the Lich King, my queen.”
Ysera smiled at her, and a warmth she had not known in a long time washed over her. “ If you so choose to seek redemption, then perhaps I know of one way I can help. An emissary of mine, Saluna Wyntersong, has recently contacted me through the Dream. She is about to return successful after slaying many of the armies of the Lich King single-handedly. If it is truly redemption you wish, then you will serve her as a faithful mount and companion, and will protect her with your unlife, for as long as Arthas yet lives.’
Kasha’s eyes opened wide, startled at what Ysera would have her become.  “But… a mount? A beast of burden only? Surely there must be another way, my q-”
“It is this way, or your demise. She is a kind Night Elf huntress, and takes very good care of her companions and pets. I am sure, in time, you will learn to call her ‘friend’, and she likewise.”

Kasha gritted her teeth, but nodded in defeat. “Very well. I will serve as her mount, for as long as you say. This I swear, upon whatever it is you wish me to swear upon.” The despise in her voice worried Ysera slightly for the Night Elf’s sake. “One more thing, Viridia…” Kasha raises an eyescale at the Aspect of Life, worried that perhaps she had sounded angry or harsh. “Yes, my queen?” Ysera’s eyes, though closed, held the Frost dragon in their gaze. “If you ever betray her, I am sure you know of the consequences. Life always prevails over death. After being a child of both, you should know this to be true.” Kasha nodded, almost scared that Ysera felt she had to tell her that. “There is no need to tell me, Great One. I will not betray the Night Elf. I will fight by her side, carry her swiftly to her destinations, and even watch over her grave if need be. This is my path to redemption, and I accept it.” Ysera’s form softened, apparently happy with the reply. “It is done then. You may no longer be of the Green Flight, but remember, I do love all my children, even the ones that have left us and returned.” Kasha shuffled uncomfortably, and spoke up, asking the Aspect for something that seemed almost impossible and childish. “Ysera… I have but one favor to ask of you, if you will…” Ysera’s left eyescales lifted quizzically. “Ask what you wish, Viridia, then I will answer you with my will.” Kasha’s tail lashed, much was her discomfort of she was about to ask. She breathed in deeply, then spoke, almost over loud. “Perhaps, for one last time, I could know the warm touch and love of my mother? That I may know more than the cold bitterness of undeath for the years to come.” Ysera placed a claw to her chin, thoughtful. “An odd request… and a bit difficult, as my touch would pain you greatly. Let us remove her binds, my wardens, and place upon her life’s protection, so that she can have what she wishes.” The emerald skytalons, who served forever as her shrine’s protectors, removed the enchanted ivy that bound Kasha’s wings. They then circled the frost dragon, a shimmering, transparent-green bubble slowly enveloping her. The bubble shrank, smaller and smaller, until it merged with the frost dragon, giving her the protection needed to be able to survive Ysera’s touch. After the guardians finished with their protective enchantment, Kasha slowly walked over to her old brood mother, feeling small and scared. Ysera smiled at her, and lifted a great wing up, allowing her frozen daughter under it. Kasha lowered her head, so as not to scratch the titan, and laid her head down against her warm body. Her eyes closed, and she sighs, a feeling of great comfort washing over her. Together, the dragons hummed loudly, a note of love and happiness in the dire cold. -An hour later-

Saluna urged her Hippogryph onward, wanting to feel again the heat of life of the Green Dragonshrine again. Ysera had made mention of a gift for her, and, even though being one to never require reward, she wondered exactly what gift it was that Ysera would grant her. Surely from one of the Aspects, it would be something very grand indeed. 
As her hippogryph, Lodren, landed on the fertile grass that blanketed the shrine, Saluna immediately noticed something was off. Though Ysera laid there as she normally did, she also saw one of the Frost brood ‘neath her wing.  How had it made it’s way past the guards, alive of all things?! She stooped down to pick up a small acorn, and impaled it on an arrowhead. She cocked her bow with the arrow, the tiny seed on it ready to burst with the power that life had over undeath. She spoke loudly, but without the authority she usually held over the other races. 
“Great Ysera, surely nothing wrong has happened since last we spoke? Why is that child of Sindragosa here, and alive still at that?”
Ysera lifted up her head, and looked towards the Night Elf with ever-closed eyes. She smiled calmly at her, as the Frostbrood dragon did the same. Her voice came out like the songs of a thousand birds, and her breath was warm as a summer breeze. 
“Saluna Wyntersong, do not fear, for Sindragosa no longer holds claim over this one. She has found her own will again, and wishes to serve those that want the Lich King dead. In fact, she is your reward: A mount, reborn by the servants of undeath, to be used for the messengers of life.” 
Saluna stared for a moment, dumbstruck, then cautiously loosened her bow’s string, and placed it and the arrow back in her quiver. She walked towards the skeletal dragon, now removing itself from Ysera’s side, and looked up at it. It had been fitted already with a saddle and reins, and looked back down at Saluna, sizing her up the same as Saluna was doing. This Night Elf is so small and looks so weak… How can Ysera possibly say she has slain armies of the Scourge? 
“Hello, Night Elf. Ysera speaks greatly of you, and I look forward to our future adventures together that we will surely have. I am known as Kasha, a Bloodbathed Frostbrood Vanquisher formerly of Sindragosa’s flight. I no longer serve the Lich King, and wish to see him brought to an end as much as you do.”
Saluna stood up straight, and nodded. “Kasha, it will be an honor to fight the Scourge armies by your side, and more if we both survive long enough to defeat the Lich King. Forgive me if I seem rude but… what has brought you to your senses?”
Kasha looked to Ysera, who nodded back at her. Her gaze returned to the Night Elf in front of her, and calmly she answered. “If we are to work together, then you have a right to know that I used to be one of Ysera’s children. Long was the time I slept peacefully, until the Lich King tore me from the comforts of death and had me reanimated for his purposes. It was only recently, upon fighting a druid of your race, that I remembered what I used to be. I came here to seek redemption, and thus I was placed in your stead.”
Saluna nodded, and then turned to her Hippogryph, the beast’s feathers ruffled in front of the possible threat. She spoke calmly to it, and petted him lovingly. “Lodren, we have been through much, but this is a reward I cannot refuse. I appreciate everything you have ever done for me, and now retire you from my service. Your own reward has long been overdue, after all.” Lodren squawked in protest, but simmered down at the look Saluna gave him. He pecked affectionately at her shoulder, and she hugged him in turn. “Fly back to the Cenarion Hold, and tell them what has happened. And be sure to teach those hatchlings of yours how to become as strong and as wonderful as you.” The hippogryph cawed again, then took off on it’s blue and green wings, not once looking back.
Saluna’s eyes followed her former mount until he was out of sight, sadness obvious in them. She then turned around again to face her new companion, a look of determination blotting out the sorrow in her eyes. “Very well. Kasha, let us go, then, and bring the hordes of the Scourge to rest.” Kasha lay down, so that the Night Elf could climb onto her back, and lifted steadily into the air. Saluna pulled easily on the reins to turn her around. “Ysera, I thank you for your reward. I will be sure to take care of Kasha, as I would any of your great flight. If that is all, then I beg your pardon.” 
Ysera nodded to Saluna, and watched as the pair flew off into the cold skies of Northrend. 
If Viridia disowned her bonds so easily, then perhaps more will follow. And with more like those two, the Lich King will surely meet his end soon enough.[/spoiler]

"The beginning of an idea I had for a story."

It's a fantastic start. You definitely have potential. You're going to need more imagery than that, though. Describe Roy's outfit more, as well as Jager's. It's pretty clear that Jett was watching, but the only way the reader knows that is "I heard a loud crash on the side of a nearby building..." Where exactly was the character through all of this? Did he hide, was he in plain sight...? I imagined the story took place in a city, but it wasn't very clear. The story line is good so far, and your grammar is remarkable. Just one little thing at the end; "What was I getting myself in to?" "In to" should be one word- "into."

I would have read your other two pieces, but unfortunately I'm horrible with poetry and have never played World of Warcraft.

That being said, keep up the good work, and the best of luck to you! :)