D edicated to Dhaeneve. May the Light guide your gentle soul to a better world, my sister...

A diary. A leather-bound tome, with flowery patterns branded into the cover, and an iron lock on the side to keep it away from prying eyes. Out of all the things you could've given me, this is the one i have to remind me of our times together, sister..?

S o be it then. Maybe, just maybe, if i pen my thoughts into these pages, they will allow you to know what is going on in my life. Maybe there is magic in everything, even in ink, if you will it such. But as usual, i find myself ramblind while thinking of you, Dhaeneve... So not to bore your soul into the Nether, my dear sister, i will skip to the events that have compelled me to pen my thoughts and feelings in here, and share them with you if the Light wills it such.

I have finally returned home. To our real home - to Quel'Thalas. It still stuns me how the events unfolded after i sent my letter to Lord Silvermist...I do not think i ever even expected him to reply, and even less to arrive to my rescue. Think of my amazement when he arrived himself, in person, a noble Lord, with a small retinue of followers just to escort me, a simple low-born, back to our homeland. I redden at the memory of my face, mouth agape and eyes bulging in disbelief, as i saw them arriving on armour-clad destriers, donning exquisite armour themselves, tall and proud. Why all of that for me, Dhaeneve? Is it just because they pity me..?

W hichever their reasons may be, i owe them my life, and my future, and my allegiance. "One must not question why fate choses the paths it takes, but plow on, forging their own path" -
By the Light Dhaeneve, you've always been a wiseass! The voyage went smoothly, in the company of the Lord and his Blood Knight followers...but then I saw one of them - a Warlock, sister! The rumors were true after all, it seems...our people went down the path of Shadow. This saddens me beyond belief... Guided by my Lord i was told to relax and let myself go to the energies tugging at my spine, as if trying to wrench me away from the ground. Hesitantly, against all my principles, i did as he bid me - it passed in the blink of an eye, yet it felt as if i've been dragged trough the Nether for eons, but when i opened my eyes, i was in a jungle. Walls made of sharpened wood poles tied together with various ropes and vines surrounded this outpost, which was teeming with the green-skinned beings we came to know as Orcs, and likewise surrounded me and my entourage.

T he Orcs...they were different, so to say, from what i expected. The Lord called them "honorable" and with a high sense of "justice", yet his followers exchanged grudging glances with their supposed allies... I found their appearance frightening, and their looks rather unsettling as they scrutinised me, trying to measure me out. But i had no time to spend pondering about Orcs, as the Lord and his followers were keen on moving on and flying us towards Lordareon. Yet then, another surprise - a Zeppelin, sister. Those Goblins and their diabolical inventions took more lives than even the Plague, i truly believe that at times. My face turned green, and then tinged itself with red as my escort noticed my discomfort...yet i was bid to follow, so i quickly descended into the bowels of this infernal machine. The trip was fairly long, but i was amazed by how easy these seasoned warriors endured the constant rockings, shakings and turns the Zeppelin made...i wasn't as lucky, gripping the wooden walls, and digging my nails into them.

F inally we had descended from the Zeppelin, as it docked next to a tower with a loud Goblin demanding if "Anything blew up this time"...i had to control my outrage, and my stomach, from bursting out. Luckilly soon it calmed, though i felt extremely uneasy of having shown myself as so feeble in the eyes of my new host. But then, all those thoughts were lost as i looked around me, finally realising where i was. It was Lordareon, yet it was something else - a twisted and perverted version of it, dark, misty and teeming with boughs that looked as if something might spring out of them at any moment now.
Steeling myself, i followed the Lord into the "city"...or what was left of it. I was told that this is now called the Undercity, capital of our newfound allies - the Forsaken. Yet another rumor i dreaded - not only have we gone down the path of Shadow, but also allied ourselves with the same monstrosities that almost annihilated our homeland? My head throbbed, and a great turmoil of thoughts swirled trough it, gnawing at my mind like an angry rodent...yet as we reached an Orb, it all faded.

T he Orb was of Quel'Dorei craftmanship, there was no doubt of it, and it shone out like a lone star within the darkness of the walls of the now-fallen Lordareon. As we all touched it, it emanated a bright light that engulfed us all. Blinking repleatedly, millions of stars flashing in my eyes, i stood there startled...startled and gazing at Silvermoon, Dhaeneve! As we went into the city, i was amazed by how beautiful it was. The tales of destruction seemed to pale, even fade out as i saw the great city's interior! Towers rose up into the heavens, golden and proud, and statues of elven maidens, rangers, and warriors decorated every gate. Flowers of unimaginable delicacy floated in magically propelled ornate vases along the paths...my eyes were glistening with tears of joy.

B ut this trip left me tired and exerted, as my Lord and his entourage soon noticed. Yet again they amazed me as they led me to an inn and paid, themselves!, for my lodging there - my already endless gratitude seemed to soar even further. They bid me farewell, saying they have important matters to attend to before it gets too late...i wanted to explore the city, but i was too tired, too amazed, too shocked by all that occurred - i crashed on the bedsheets still donning my father's initiate armor, dusty and battered, and fell asleep dreaming of Silvermoon, and of you Dhaeneve, strolling it's streets with me...

I truly miss you beyond words, sister...