*This diary can be found and read in the Argent dawn's office in Stormwind, however it doesn't stand out in the library so you will most likely not be read by many*

Feranthel's journal, 1st entry

I...think I can remember now. I remember some things...from my past.
They come to me both during the night in crucial moments, and during the day while dreaming.

These... reconciliations of my memories, they have all one thing in common. The mixed feelings produced from some sort of damned pain at the moment of remembrance, and the joyous feeling that I finally remember something of my past, perhaps uncovering my ancestry or destiny, even. All mixed up with the worry and alienation of the self, of course.

"Where did these feelings, these memories come from?" Are they truly mine...? is this me...? who am I...? Although I am happy I remember something of myself...could this be a warlock's wretched curse? A trick of the mind, to catch me unguarded?" ... These are the thoughts which echo through my mind from dawn till dusk.

In these rare moments, I find myself, mostly when drinking water from the stormwind moonwell ( a coincidence?), that a pang of pain to the head and a flash of light overwhelm me, these are then followed by hasty, blurry images in my mind...my memories, they present themselves before me... Or whatever shreds of are left, at least. If these phantasms of my former life bare themselves to me in their sleep, I wake up after they reveal my lost patches of memory... sweating, cold and trembling.

Although these experiences are both physically and mentally exhausting, I find myself with a greed... no, a craving even, for more.

I remember things from my far and recent past, that may have seemed to slip past me. I remember being a druid of the claw. One of the ones that left their body to bind with the soul to Nordrassil. I remember blurry moments of my timeless stay in the emerald dream. I even remember Shan'do Stormrage himself. Although we did not converse much, Me and the others learned much from his wisdom, even when he did not teach nor speak, even. Merely gazing at him bestowed me with a grand feeling of knowledge.

That was my latest shard of memory I found.

A few days ago, I visited some experts, a few doctors and scientists. Especially a gnome that was a master of the arcane and of the mind proved himself useful at explaining my problem

Astonishingly enough, it was the lack of moonwell water during my feral days, that made me lose my memory. The gnome concluded that due to the absence of magic in my system, combined with the prolonged period in which I had stayed in my animal form, that had caused my mind to "retrovolve", as he put it. My mind became similar to that of my form. At this point I would agree with him as I testify that my feral heart took the best of me, and gave me self-perservative instincts and traits that were hard to shake off.

Fortunately, since the kaldorei that stay at Stormwind so graciously uphold the moonwell there, a medication of a chalice of moonwell water a day should eventually return all my memories, as I found out. The gnome agreed however he said that my mind might take along time to recover, and that some memories might have been lost forever.

From the moment that I left the gnome's office I decided to uphold this journal, with the most important of my memories that I will find out. I will keep this journal, in case another separation of me and the mystical power of the well of eternity occurs.

Feranthel Shadowtear