Sadly, I don't own WoW or anything to do with it (if I did, the game wouldn't have anywhere near as many holes :p) I do, however, own Lornaa and her family and any other original characters and situations, so please don't use them without my permission.
Note: This is the history of my main character that I started some time ago and only just found again :)
My mother, the wisest of our clan, once told me that to achieve great things, you need only change something tiny but that the repercussions of such an action could change the very world. I didn't understand that until recently, but now I think I may well have discovered just how much things can change by altering something so tiny...
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It all began when I was playing in the ruins of Silvermoon City. I had been warned not to wander there but, as with any youngling, my curiosity got the better of me eventually. And so, I found myself wandering through the broken halls of our once beloved capital, terrified but determined not to falter. Had I but given in to my fears, I would have spent my life quite contentedly within the remains of the city, living a life in relative safety, surrounded by those I love and whom loved me. But I did not heed my fears, for stubborn pride told me that, should I fail in my quest to explore the ruins and return with some talisman to prove my feat, my friends would forever more taunt me. I would lose my standing amongst my peers and never regain it, not even if I had slain the Lich King himself.
My limbs felt heavy with the dread held in my heart and yet I pushed onwards, slipping into the shadows of the lifeless buildings surrounding me to escape the notice of the evil creatures which prowled the haunted streets. It was during one such hiding what I found the talisman I sought; unto itself nothing special but to me, a worthy trophy of my adventures. Padding silently through the small house into which I had dived, to escape the wretched urchin who had appeared further down the street upon which I travelled, I stumbled upon a ring. To most it would have been worthless but to me, the simple band woven from three strings of copper was a rare treasure to prove my worth to my friends. I slipped it onto my finger and was amazed that it fitted perfectly, sure now that the gods had smiled upon me and I would return from my adventure unscathed.
Quickly exiting the building, for now I had my talisman I did not want to tarry within the broken remains of our once great city, I kept to the shadows as I headed back towards Falconwing Square and the safety of home. Exhausted by my adventures, I grew careless about keeping myself hidden and so it was that I happened upon a group of the Wretched and found myself in the gravest danger I had ever faced. They shuffled towards me on broken limbs, eager to steal my life force and nourish themselves with it. I screamed as their claw-like fingers dug into my arms and shoulders, feeling the warm wetness of blood trickling down my back like a stream across a rolling plain. As each drop of my life force drained away, the darkness surrounding me grew larger and I knew that death was upon me. I screamed again, as my energy ebbed but suddenly grew cold as if the air around me had turned to ice. I can dimly recall hearing voices but the blessed oblivion rose up then and dragged me down, releasing me from my pain and anguish...