I boarded a ship, and sailed to lands unknown.

We came in ones and twos. Like the human's story of Noah and his Ark. First the traders came, carrying herbs and mooncloth to trade.

Then the explorers came. They carried with them ships and maps and ideas.

Then the diplomats, carrying their treaties and their kind words.

Then our people flocked in groups and clans and armies. We were called upon by the Alliance. At first, my people were reluctant, then, when the times became dire, we were like an opened flood gate to the East.

I came to the Eastern Kingdom months before most of my people. But my purpose was not to serve the Alliance, it was to serve my clan. My family.

When I had come, my people's leaders and the human's leaders were in discussion of working together. My people had just become known to the humans, and we were seen as strange, old, and exotic. To see one of my people walk the streets of Stormwind was like seeing a god. We are tall, towering above all pedestrians and shops. Our clothes and speech are strange. It is like seeing an artist of some far away land, the clothes made of leaves and our skin smelling of spices.

We prowl the night, and carry with us vials glowing blessed water. It reminds us of home.

I had not before been on a wooden steed; a mount sailing with cavalier across the salt waters.

My sister had gone missing around the time the humans approached us to form our friendship.

Diplomats had traveled to the new found city of Darnassus. They came in groups, knots of humans all dressed alike. They wore shining gold metal, and spoke in demanding airs of formality and ownership. They percolated around the city, on horses. They spoke loudly of Alliance and demanding we join. To me it seemed more of a threat, as if they wished to concur. It was insulting.

Witnesses had seen her fraternizing with some of the human diplomats and their servants.

Then, she went missing.

There were some political implications, the relationship between us and the humans had soured some. There was an investigation. Many elves were outraged. The humans had come to seduce us into working with them, and then a young girl of our people went missing.

After some money, some discussion, some political adjustments and compromise, the humans and night elves continued with their budding relationship. And my sister was forgotten by the populace.

I didn't forget.

I could have been seen as stubborn, or old, or reluctant to change, but I never wanted to come to Darnassus in the first place. Many of our people didn't.

But my people, the Druids of the Talon, were determined to assist the humans and fight. My people are a fearless people, feral and wild and excitable. My clan was eager to find peace with the humans as so they could be dumped into the fray of war. They likely forgotten my sister's name hours after she disappeared.

When I approached the elfish officials-- the Sisters of Elune-- to tell them of my outrage in how easily my sister's disappearance was forgotten, I was brushed away. In the interest of peace with the humans, my sister's disappearance was seen as a causality in the war of cultural differences.

My cousin among them. She at the time was a well respected priestess in the Sisters. Even she didn't wish to aid me, stating it was in our people's best interest that we forget as to continue to cultivate peace.

Peace?

How could I find peace in my heart knowing the humans had likely kidnapped my sister. Perhaps killed her. Perhaps worse.