Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the game, Blizzard does. I only own a few OCs that will be present in this story. My friends, Kevin and Shea, own some of the other OCs that will be present in this story.
Felwood. A once beautiful woods of peace that was home to a peaceful village now long forgotten. In this little village, was the home to many Night Elves who had the natural abilities to shapeshift their forms. The humans, called them Shape Shifters. Ancient Ones said they were Skin Walkers. A race that many believed this group of Shapeshifters descended from. Skin Walkers, were said to be walk in the skin of another. Whether it be a person to an animal, it mattered not. But because of this natural gift, this small clan of people were Druids or Saber Trainers because of their gifts.
However, not all in this village could be blessed. For there was a curse that ran through the Talrën family. Long ago, when the Talrën family line was just starting out, their bloodline was cursed. In every generation, there would be one who could benefit as a weapon or a means of bringing about peace. This individual would be gifted with an incredible amount of power that, as much as it was a blessing to have, was also a curse. All it took was the slightest slip of emotions for things to become a disaster. For many a long year, there was one to every generation. But then a young Druidess named Nátia Oakenthorn fell in love with a rather handsome Night Elf named Thalion Talrën, who was a Tamer. They courted for two years and on their third year, Nátia was with child. She bore him a lovely daughter the following year. Unlike her mother before her, Nátia did not posses this curse. And this worried her. She explained her fears to Thalion who reassured her that when their daughter was old enough, they would test to see if she had this curse and promised that they would be there for their little girl.
But Thalion would never be able to keep his promise. An unnerved Saber, that had become easily startled, had other ideas just days before his daughter's birth. Thalion lost his life trying to calm the poor animal down. Nátia grieved for this loss and people were worried she and the child would fade. But Nátia knew that there was another who would need her and thus she would not allow herself to fade. When the little baby finally joined the world, Nátia named her Kírianâ, who would grow up to have the beauty of her mother and the fondness of animals like her father. Sadly, after only eight years of life, the pain from the loss of her mate became too much for Nátia to bear and her spirit faded. Leaving her daughter to be raised in the care of the village that would need her and look to as their leader when she was older.