This chapter contains blizzard's nightsong I do not claim ownership of these lyrics.

And yes I know the darnassian words to solet are actually a form of farewell.

Solet sat on the ground her expression blank she bore several cuts most to her face and arms. She heard foot steps behind her, and as always it would be the same man with the tanned skin and black short hair who drank himself into a fit of rage almost every night. The man yelled at her his drunkeness slurd the words until you couldn't understand them. Solet heard the bottle smash and knew he had only broken the end off, she quickly formulated a plan she didn't care if it was stupid she wasn't doing this anymore. She lept forward on all fours and did a sharp turn the man's blood shot eyes stared at hers as she stood. The man stepped forward, which was all it took for Solet to lose her nerve. She ran past a tree suddenly feeling pain shot through her foot and it was pulled out from under her. She looked down in horror to see that her foot was all but mangled she had stepped directly into her brother's trap. The trap had done its work well, stepping in it had it snap in a side ways motion, it easily could have torn of her foot if not for her being a worgen, instead it only mostly took tore off her foot. Regardless she knew running on it would be excruciating and would very well ruin her whole foot.

"Ha ther yu ar" said the drunken man, causing Solet to scream in fear 'no no light please no more' she thought as she tried to remove the trap, she managed to get loose though the trap torn a chunk of skin from the base of her shin. The man grinned wickedly as she stood tears streaming down her face from the pain that had been inflicted and fear of the pain to come.

"Please Maridith don't do this ..I'm sorry Mary I.."

"Don't you call me that... don't you eva call me that" the man stepped closer.

"Maridith I will fight you this time I wont let you hurt me anymore I.."

The man charges at Solet with the broken bottle and slashes at her Solet dodges. Something dark gleams in her eyes as the man keeps swinging and never landing a hit. Suddenly Solet leaps forward ramming into her brother, before they even hit the ground Solet's jaws crunch down on his throat.

She hears something in the bushes and without any time to react a group of worgen who had been on a hunt burst through. They stop eyes wide in shock at what they see, Solet releases her brother and steps back still on all fours she is about to speak when one of the worgen charges at her as do the other two the last runs of toward the worgen camp. Solet dodges the first slash and the second but the third hits just missing her throat to cut across her chest. Solet took the hit and ran at full tilt away, the other worgens givin chase. She is only so slightly faster than them but it is enough the worgen already tired from the hunt fall behind. Just as she thinks she has gotten away another worgen this one much larger than the others and more than twice her size smashes into her the tackle sends her flying. She hits the side of a tree and her vision flashes red and black, her instincts alone keep her awake as a she gets her second wind and a burst of adrenaline hits her. The larger worgen charges her again but she is again still faster she runs in any direction as the sound of more worgen can be heard as they seem to be to full of rage to be silent. She runs on and feels herself begin to slow she is gasping for air, she sees a bush ahead of her and runs through it. She hears several worgen scream something to her and thats when she feels it or rather does not feel it, Solet falls forward and down as she plummets off the side of Teldrasil.

Solet screams her eyes flying open to see her shando sitting next to her Solet sobs. And Shadow holds her in her arms murmuring soothing words in her native tongue "Ande'thoras-ethil thero'shan".

Solet proceeds to spew her entire life story in detail with the words jumbling through sobs, but ShadowWeaver was good at understanding people when they were upset. The whole tyrad lasted about three hours. When it finally ended Solet became quiet and very tired, Shadow smiled kindly at her as she lay her back down in her bed. A little sniffle would come out of the worgen every now and then ShadowWeaver thought to herself when ever she and dream were sad and could not sleep their father would sing to them. Shadow began an old song sung many years ago by her people and her father had taught it to her.

Nordrassil

Zin-Azshari

Quel'dorei

Nordrassil

Elune-Adore, Elune-Adore

Norassil

Elune

Zin-Azshari, Zin-Azshari

..Adore

When she finnished she felt good that the song had worked and the worgen was now sleeping peacefully, as she began to pull up the blanket she noticed a long scar right under Solets fur and for the first time she could see the fine lines under her fur of her face for what they were. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tucked in her thero'shan, as she left the room one tear slid down her cheek, into the silent night she vowed that she would protect her thero'shan, no one would not the worgen, not the druids, not even the Arch Druid would take her without a fight.