4 years later
After ages of training and self-disipline, he had become a force to be reckonned with.
He had finally named himself, Starshield, and become a complete paladin at 12 years old. His weapon of choice was, in fact, a shield he always carried, and any weapon he could carry in one hand.
He had forgotten everything he had learned in the field of herbalism, and had devoted himself to combat against malicious forces. The fields where he avoided gathering was now his pratice ground where he had slain bandits and bears on a daily basis. Mokcie had lost all doubt about her child, and knew that they would never meet in battle, even when he left. But what she did not know was when he would leave, and that was the day she seeked to avoid.
Yet within a few months of his training, he had come to her to bring her sad tidings.
"Mokcie, I'm leaving," he bluntly told her.
"But why, son, why are you leaving?"
"I don't belong here, don't you get it? I need to meet others like me, face the outside world, and be a real hero." He turned away and went on speaking. "I know for a fact that there are things worse than bandits in the world, and I want to put an end to them. And I can't grow up knowing only you; I need to learn from others and see the world myself."
"Son," she said, turning to him, "Just do the best you can, and don't give up on yourself."
"Thanks for everything, and take care of yourself."
And with that, he left his old life behind, and Mokcie only watched as he set off on his adventures.
Present Day
She had fought against the burning legion, faced the undead scourge, and even endured Deathwing's explosive comeback, but now she was a common citizen, drinking her boredom away in dalaran. She did however still fight off drunken men seeking her company.
"Why hello, shortie. Care to come to my place, and see my, ahem, gizmos?"
This poorly thought advance came from "Boombox" Gallywix, the trade prince's distant cousin, and a local womanizer.
"Oh please," Mokcie responded, "You'd build something that doesn't explode before you'd get in my pants."
"You know you admire those expolsions," he chuckled. "But anyway, here's some mail. It's from a tauren called 'Starshield', I think it was."
Focusing on the name she heard, she grabbed the letter and read it aloud.
Dearest Mokcie,
Are you taking care of yourself? Actually, don't answer, I will see for myself soon enough. I'm on my way to the Eastern Kingdoms, and I was hoping you could meet me in booty bay for a visit. I also want to see if you are as tough as I remember.
With care, Starshield, aka, son
another word, she paid her bill, and rushed out of the bar, eager to meet her son again. But Boombox saw a golden opprotunity to win her over, and set his course to booty bay, a wicked grin on his face as he launched his rocket.
