The Shifting Sands of Silithus
Chapter One: A New Home
And there she was, about to ring the Scarab Gong and unleash their armies against the Silithid forces. Shiromar had never anticipated it to go quite like this; she never expected to start the Second War of the Shifting Sands, but what other choice did she have? Even so, she was never more prepared for this in her entire life.
The night elf priestess had lived a somewhat peaceful life before the invasion of the Silithid armies. She had a home in Moonglade with other members of the Cenarion Circle, tending to the wounded as many priests do. She enjoyed playing with the Moonsabers, and she was the only one who could calm them enough to ride them without reigns. But that all changed when she was no longer able to call Moonglade home.
"Oh, hi Shiromar. I am so glad that I found you," said Ferren, one of the druids. "Remulos himself has called you to his shrine. I think it might be important."
Keeper Remulos is the chief adviser to the man, the druid, Keeper of the Grove, Malfurion Stormrage. Remulos aided Malfurion in the training of druids and helped him found the Cenarion Circle. Remulos is the son of Cenarius himself. What on Azeroth would he want to do with an average priestess?
"Oh, wow. Thank you so much. I guess I should get going now, I wouldn't want to keep him waiting." replied Shiromar.
The Shrine of Remulos is centered around a tree shaped as a woman, in a twisted, almost painful, demeanor. Remulos spends most of his time here, overseeing new recruits and training druids.
As Shiromar approached Remulos, she felt the wind rustle through her long, green hair, and the environment around here thrive with the presence of druidic magic pulsating from the roots of the tree.
"You wished to see me, Master Remulos?" questioned Shiromar.
"A simple Remulos would be fine. I greatly dislike titles. How are the Moonsabers?" he asked.
"Oh, they are better than ever! I have taught Sharei to play fetch with a twig, and I hope the others may soon follow. They are a very social bunch. Is this all you wish to talk about? The Moonsabers?"
"Of course not, my dear." He replied. "As you know, Silithus is still recovering from the First War of the Shifting Sands. We have druids and priests stationed there, caring for the wildlife of the region. I have received reports of a new species present there. Sandsabers. Seeing as you are so kind and gentle with our Moonsabers here at Moonglade, I think you the perfect candidate to study this new species. What is your answer?"
"What will happen to the Moonsabers here? Who will watch them and teach them tricks? Tame them?"
"Don't worry, sweet child of Elune. The Moonsabers will be in great care with Ferren. He absolutely adores them."
"I guess you couldn't have picked a better Night Elf," said Shiromar. "Of course I will take leave to Silithus, Mas- … Remulos."
"Splendid news! We have a hippogryph ready to take you right now!"
"Might I at least say goodbye to the Moonsabers before I part? They will miss me, and Gaien most of all."
"Alright, if you must. But hurry. The Cenarion Outpost at Silithus is expecting you before nightfall."
"May Elune light your path for the rest of your days," she proclaimed.
She hurried over to the pen where the Moonsabers were kept, and hugged all of them before she left. As she went over to Gaien, she whispered in his ear, "Do not fret, little one. I will not be away forever. I will come back for you. There may be some more of your kind down in Silithus, and I have been tasked with finding out more about them. Maybe I can take some back with me, and you can make a new friend! But for now, I must leave you. Watch over Sharei and the other Moonsabers for me. I fear Ferren may not be the best choice to take care of you."
"We haven't all day! Come over here Shiromar!" yelled the Hippogryph master.
As Shiromar mounted the colorful, majestic creature, she already began to miss her babies. She did not know how she would be able to manage without them, but she would find a way.
When she finally reached the Cenarion Refuge, it was in complete turmoil. It was being overrun by massive insects, and they seemed to be winning. She heard a voice from behind her. "If you want to survive this onslaught, follow me." said Commander Mar'alith.
I guess this was her home now; a land plagued by an army of insects and a fear that she may soon lose her life.