Chapter 1: Young and Naive

My name is Reiylah Moonflower. I was just a little night elf girl when my mother, Lorena, told me my dad left her before I was born. I lived in the Elven City with my mother. I was too young to understand what was going on, but she was never alone. I spent my time playing in my room, with my plushie and my wooden blocks. I didn't have a lot of friends. The other kids always bullied me, because my mother was weird. So I was alone. I played in the forests behind our house. My mother didn't care. I always sat at a distance, watching the other kids play together, playing tag and hide and seek. When it started to become dark, their parents shouted them to come in. I used to sit outside and wait for my mother to call me. But nothing ever happened. I wandered the streets as the little girl I was. I discovered another side of the city, a darker side. I would walk past a lot of shady people. I felt their dirty gazes stuck on me. "Go back to your mommy" They would say.

Whenever I came home, I would have to listen to weird sounds coming from my mother's bedroom. I used to think my mother was in pain and cried. I always felt sorry for her, but I constantly reminded myself I shouldn't pitty her, because of the way she treated me. Every time the door opened, another strange person walked out. At that point, all they talked about would be gold. Most of them were very rude to my mother. Whenever I had any questions of what she was doing, she always lit up a cigar and took a drag of it. She blew out the smoke in my face and told me that was life, and something about earning gold for a living. As the little girl I was, I had no idea what she exactly meant, but I assumed she was the perfect example. I admired her and tried to act like her. Of course, to this very day, I think that was the thing that made my life most troublesome.

Whenever I asked my mother about my father, she always snapped at me and got angry. "Go to your room, you little shit!" She yelled at me as she threatened to slap me. That was her way of getting rid of me and avoiding conversations she didn't want to talk about. Whenever that happened, she would lock me up in my room. I often soaked my pillow with my own tears. I would stare out my window for hours, looking at the kids smiling and laughing. It was a group of three girls and two boys. I always had a secret crush on one of the boys, he had green hair, just like me. But he didn't seem to be so mean to me as the others, at least, until a few years later. I wasn't far from hitting puberty. I was sitting at the side of the big lake when the boy walked by. "Hey!" I said as I stood up and gave him a big smile. "Uh... Hey?" He said as if he was a slightly visibly disturbed. I was aware of the awkwardness and somehow felt embarassed. "I uhm... I-I..I think you're nice!" I told him. I realised what I said then, it was the most retarded thing I had ever said. The boy frowned at me and looked at me like I was a cheap piece of meat. "You're a freak." He said, dead cold and bluntly. I was prepared for that, but somehow it still hurt. We all know how it feels when your crush insults you. Ever since, I told myself I won't ever fall in love with a boy ever again!

At least, that was until I hit puberty. You know, the phase in your life where you began to discover your sexuality. It was nearly most terrible phase in my life, as I discovered why my mother would be crying and whimpering in her bedroom. I still kept in the back of my head, that was life. She carelessly lived her life, sleeping with men and showed me it was perfectly alright. At that age, I had a mentor teaching me the arts of stealth and deception, as well as studying poisons and how to utilize them. I also couldn't deny that my mentor was... well... hot. Things at home weren't changed that much. I was told to do everything. Every job around the house. Of course, my mother didn't change a bit. Strange men walked in and out, simple as that. Also, I met a whole bunch of other elves around my age. Most of them still kind of avoided me, but a few actually spoke to me like I was a person. But whenever I was involved into conversation, I stuttered and said the craziest things. They laughed about it as if I was being funny on perpose. So at some point, I couldn't be bothered to hang around.

Every day I came home, it was always the same. "Reiylah!" My mum shouted as if she needed me urgently "Yes?" I shouted back, knowing what she would tell me "Be quiet and don't show your face." I synched my lips by her words and pulled faces. I was starting to reach my rebellious years. I didn't look like the little kid no more. I looked like a young woman with beautiful long hair. That was, until the other kids did a prank on me, which they thought was funny and cut my hair off to shoulder length. I was quite upset with that. Anyway, my hips grew wider, my breasts got larger. I couldn't deny it, I enjoyed the attention I drew, as if I was the highlight of the day.

After years of puberty, my life was full of boyfriends. Or well, could I even call them boyfriends? Sort of more like what my mother was doing but without the gold. And no, you don't need to tell me. I am aware it was wrong, but that was how I was raised, thinking it was correct. I had my 'favourite' buddies, I hung out with. I lost my virginity to a handsome elf, training in the arts of hunting, which included archery, skinning. He was the perfect survivalist. His name was Arldor.

It was around the age my mother kicked me out. She claimed I could manage on my own. I felt lied to, when I realised I didn't have a penny on me. I ended up sleeping with people for gold. That was literally the only way I could survive. Please don't judge me on this, what is in the past, is in the past. In my mind, everything still made perfect sense. After I had saved up enough money to afford a house (yes, that took a long time) and I took the next boat heading to Auberdine. I met new faces and new races. You know, dwarves. They were funny and always made me laugh. And then you occasionally saw an eenie meenie little gnome! They are actually very cute if you ask me!

I finally had my own house, it was small but cozy. So I really didn't give a shite. I wasn't there for too long and a dwarf had offered me a contract as a mercenary. I was more than happy to accept a proper job, for the first time in my life! Well, that was until I realised what the contract was for. Of course, I should have realised it was fishy. Why would anyone even consider giving me a contract, as I was just a young night elf. I basically had to do the easy tasks. Passing messages, assisting other mercenaries.

Night elves reach their adulthood at 300 years, and I hadn't even lived half of it. It sort of demotivated me. It didn't make sense to me! Our bodies grew and developed just like a human's, but becoming an adult took so long. Humans born in the same year would already be dead by the time I reached adulthood! But hey, that didn't stop me from having fun.