• 1. In I go


    “Even though the sun shines brighter than the moon…
    People will still believe in their king…”


    Words that were spoken by a true oracle. A person that didn’t give bias to those who are and are not, she could only see what is and what will be in her visions sent down by the great goddess, Elune. The wars of Azeroth had put her well being at a halt, from the years of constant neglect. The spirit of her frail body remained but all else had left. In an attempt to escape eternal death, she placed herself under a spell that bound her spirit into an ancestral tree. And this would be survivor, is my mother.

    I am Kavai the Wanderer. The daughter of a High Night elf mother and Low Night elf father. I grew up very close to my father, since my long static mother cease to exist anymore. I often visit her only to his wishes of paying consideration for. This is hard to do, seeing as I have never met her before or really know much about in my personal experience. A warrior such as me did not think greatly of things like this would matter. Soon enough I made my leave without a sound to the tree.

    I was in the camp’s fielded ground practicing my swings. My two bladed swords gave me a good deal of struggle. I looked at the others giving their spar partners a hard time in training. It seemed so easy, so I continued my strokes back and forth, until my father came out of his tent. He walked straight for me, but I kept my squinted eyes focused. “Have you gone to see your mother” he asked and again I answered “Yes, I have” I said without delay, there was no reason to tarry on the question.
    He started uneasy, leaning into a wooden post and sighing slightly. “Kavai, it’s important that you try to bond with what remains of her” he has tried to convince me for some time now; I still could not figure him out. I understand that they had an intense relationship together, but then why does he not visit the tree instead. Of course I would never say something of that nature to him, shocked he’d be and regretful I’d be. I walked away from him, to another weapon on the grassy floor. “I know, my ties to her will give me strength. One thing you‘ve always told me. Yes.” I sat down pretending to be interested in the broken bow for my arrow; I meddled with its edges. The peoples of the refuge camp gave attention to others in need, except my mother. He came over and crouched down “one day Avanthera will awaken and lead us on the path on enlightenment” enlightenment… why would I need to be enlightened, I thought.
    We had been outcast by our own kin; if they wanted us they would have had us. Everyone here shelter their reasons for leaving an animosity at some point in life. Isn’t that why no-one ever looks back. Once the night elves rejected my family they made an incessant obstacle. Now, I feel wilted like a dead leaf, inside this outback of living place. I think I told myself not to bring up this subject, and I do it anyway. But I’m sure that others feel the same.

    In the days of being raised in Exodar, Teldrassil’s playground, I traveled every woodland, every coast and every abode with people in it. I eventually explored both islands. I’ve gotten to know the different cultures of some, and they didn’t mention helping people who have betrayed you. Or forgiveness. In time I’ve found out that to live you must either be a savoir or a destroyer. So I trail elsewhere, onto the edges of the woodlands to the ocean. I am headed to the Oracle Glade before trying to enter Darnassus. Tonight I eat and rest just outside of the wetlands, but I’m always feeling restless when reminded of that place. Yet I digress and talk no longer because morning will come soon.
    The next morning the atmosphere was notably different, mist filled the open spaces. This usually happens in the dry season as moister leaves the ground; hopefully there would be no draught. The last thing the Draenei need is more hardship. On the way to Menthrill Harbor, many natives gathered at the ferry, why? Because the travel nodes where sabotaged. Rivals in my guess wanted to slow the Alliance and cause frustration, but I haven’t heard of it being the doing of the Horde, nobody believes that. I pushed through the crowd to the front, wasn’t going to wait in the rear. Either it was just my imaginable way of thinking, or all and sundry had a nerve towards me. The Ferrier readied for sail, it became first come first to boat, the natives started up.
    “Quickly everyone aboard, we make haste” the Worgen said, he held a pristine appearance like his hardship had been clean by rain. While we got on, I noticed a enemy troll boarding… well not my enemy but of the Alliance. She would’ve been unnoticed if she had not worn a red attire. Once on board it became coincidence that we’d stood so closely, she turned her head toward me. “Joo got da problem wit me?” she smiled. I thought the troll would act more suspicious than she appeared, and she also had her bow and arrow in hand. I still took her into doubt, “What are you doing here?” I questioned. “Hmm” the women lifted an eyebrow “I’m off to visit my, bruddah, in Kalimdor” she said. “Is that so, then why Exodar”. “I don think dat concerns joo” she laughed leaving her weapon in her left hand. “I be Sen’zir Beastwalker, huntress” Sen’zir told me, interesting to know. The other women and I played words with each other until it was time. I hesitated to tell her of my name “I am called-”, “No, no need… I will remember joo well” the ferry pull up to The Long Wash, Sen’zir made it half way boardwalk “next time we meet, we fight I hope” the women waved and grinned. What? Was all could think.

    (Creative Criticism Please, try not to be harsh, i'm still working on my writing skills >:3)