Foreword
My name is Kalarak and I am a Night Elf Hunter. My name means "Banisher of Demons" in the Demon tongue, and I have no idea why I am called that. I have never had a great love for Demons, I hate them actually.
I fought "unofficially" for Malfurion Stormrage's army during the war against the Scourge, and helped to ambush Archimond's reinforcements at the Battle of Mount Hjyal. The reason I say "unofficially" is because I never actually joined the army, I just killed anything that was Undead that passed too close to me, or if I was bored.
During the whole Illidan Stormrage incident, I just stayed in Ashenvale and spent my days hunting and exploring with my pet and best friend Narazem, a white wolf.
Kinda ironic actually, the white wolf is a loner, shunned from the pack, kinda like me. Although I don't know why, I have never been a "people person"; I just can't seem to get along with people. I prefer a life of solitude and isolation, among the animals, its a lot easier, not to mention quieter.
The story I am about to tell you is about the sequence of events that lead to me discover why I was named Kalarak, and why Elune put me on this world.