Wiping sweat from her brow, Sitara looked down at the cowering Draenei male under her. Removing her foot from his chest, she turned and trotted back to her teacher. The staff glowed warmly in her hand, which was to be expected. The girl's staff, made of the richest Mahogany and coated in flames and burning water, was a strong weapon for a student Shaman. It had taken her many days and nights in order to create Zin Kal. The name meant Glory Star, or Glory Stars, as star like shapes were engraved in the stave.

"Well done, Madam Reeds." The Draenei man said.

Sitara rotated her gaze to him. Wolfskal was his name, and he had become her adopted parent when she'd come to the Draenei. "Whatever." She answered irritably.

The burned student crawled towards his friends. They all glared at her. Sitara could care less. Friends or no friends, she was the strongest.

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Sitara yawned lightly. She was laying on her bed, her eyes half open. Today was her birthday, she'd turned twelve years old. Her body was shapely enough that none would've guessed she was twelve. She was still small however, never having gained any height since her tenth birthday.

Someone knocked on her door. Sitting up, Sitara looked awake before turning and saying coldly, "What?"

The door slipped open, and Wolfskal entered. "Happy Birthday, little one." He greeted, smiling softly.

"Thank you, Wolfskal." She answered simply. Never in her life had she called Wolfskal 'father'.

"I have a present for you."

Warily, Sitara waited.

He held out a small, leather bound book. It was soft leather, and pages had already been covered with writing. As Sitara took it, she felt a deep warmth pull her towards it. Stroking the leather softly, the young girl looked at Wolfskal curiously.

"It was your mother's. She gave it to me, to give to you when I thought it was proper. Keep it." He hesitated, then left.

Sitara stared, dumfounded, at the journal. It seemed to beat like a heart in her hands. Shakily, Sitara undid the ties. It opened, beautiful scrawl covering every page. Against the first page was a picture. Immediately, Sitara recognized her mother.

Her mother was standing with one hand out, a flame in it. Her other hand was holding an ice staff, and she was wearing beautiful mage clothing. Long, blonde hair was flying behind her mother's back, and two gentle hazel eyes were staring away from the image. She was beautiful.

Sitara stared blankly at the image, before setting it on her night table. She then began to read the first entry.

September Third

Dearest Dairy,

My mother has given you as a gift before I head to the Outland in order to continue my training. My teachers, I will confess, appear happy about my leaving. I believe that I must have sang in the abbey one to many times.

I am writing in you as I take an offered carriage to Terokkar Forest. As there are few people on the roads, this carriage has made it as far at Shattrath City. Yes, I am walking and writing. Pray I run into nothing.

I have already allied myself with the Scryers, hoping to get a new look at my enemies, the Blood Elves. There is another who is a Scryer as well. He is a Blood Elf, though he has blue eyes, like the High Elves. Strange.

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September 13th

Dearest Diary,

The Elf I mentioned last entry, his name is Koltira Fireweaver. And I, Sasha Pressi, am in love with him.

Koltira is a Blood Elf, but he is precious to me.

His beautiful blonde, almost white hair and bright blue eyes! Ah, and his pale, creamy, milk like skin. He is a dream.

I met with him last night in his room, we were talking, one thing led to another, and ……

Sitara gave a little blink. She didn't need a translator to know what '……' stood for. But the description…. She looked in the mirror.

Tight platinum blonde curls framed her face, and milky skin covered her body. Two large, doe like hazel eyes that had blue rings stared back at her. Freckles dotted her nose and cheekbones, and curves gave her body a woman like feeling. Soft, pink plump lips pursed, then relaxed. Teeth as white as pearls shone as her lips parted.

"I look like him."

Sitara looked back at the diary. The rest of the entries chatted about her father, and she absently read them. Finally, she set the book down. Tying the straps, Sitara curled up into a ball on her bed. Despite her thoughts, she entered a heavy sleep.

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Test chappie, yay!

Don't be afraid, I'm changing my username soon J

Anywho, this is the Journal: .

Her mom: .

Incase no one knows that tight curls are: .com/darkangel_

Incase no one has seen a platinum blonde: /image-files/platinum-blonde-shag-hairstyle-02_ (Basically. Brighter, whiter, shinier.)