Death's light.
Prologue.
I remember my mother telling me, that love was what kept us living. A long life like ours, could easily be tiring and boring. So what was it that kept someone like me, a creature of the night, living? From the minute that we night elves are born, we learn to love. To cherish, care for, and respect the forces of nature. So that we can live in symbiosis with the animals, trees and the other plants of our forces.
Because we are one with them. If not fight for the ones around us, and the forests we are born in, then what is the meaning of our eternal lifes?
Because we are the night. If not staying to listen to it's whispers, breathing it's foggy air, then how do we go on?
As my mother had told me these things so many times, that was what I belived in. But it was all torn away from me.
My name is Galbana Nightsinger. I am trained in the skills of a warrior, and I lend my powers to the Darnassian armies, the oath I swore to goddess Elune when I became a sentinel. As I grew in the ranks, my mentor sent me to Stormwind with a couple of other sentinels. We were to join the Alliance.
To be honest, I did not want to leave the forest. It was my life, what I had dedicated my many years for. I didn't like it in Stormwind, either. Everyone kept ordering me and the other kal'dorei around, even though I was centuries older then them. I had to stand out with sharp sunlight, and was forced to rest when the moon was up. It made me stressed, and I could never get enough sleep. Sometimes I even slacked in work, in hope to be sent home to Darnassus. But, unfortunatly, even then I overmatched those pinkskins and their blasted sticks for weapons.
I missed home.