So, as it seems, it has been about 4 years since I've been in Azeroth, and about 5 since I've been in Silvermoon. Everything looks a lot smaller seeing how last time I was here I was 8, I find myself being able to walk across these education platforms a lot quicker than when I was a kid. I still remember these areas being teaming with kids my age, handfuls of teachers, counselors, and one or two disciplinary officers if things got out of control for the teachers.

The areas looked the same, but it seems the wildlife moved in. I'm 14 now and I've went through a dramatic growth spurt since my time in Tempest Keep. I'm blonde, I'm an elf, and because I can use a sword and heal wounds with the Light I've been categorized as a paladin. When I was a kid, I just wanted to be a sailor in my grandfather's navy. He taught me how to use a sword, but I never moved away from wooden training swords at the age of eight.

Then the Undead Invasion happen, and my father helped me escape. Most of the kids my age died when the Sunwell was destroyed, I would have died as well but my father took me to Light's Hope. The paladins there infused me with their own light magic to keep me alive. Eventually I was able to use a few minor spells the paladins could use.

Eventually me and my father found our way to Tempest Keep, and to say things were bad there would be an understatement, and I'm not really sure how we escaped, but I'm glad we did. One minute I was talking to these blood elf commanders about working in the Den of Mortal Delights. Then I find myself in Shattrath City tired and very hungry. My memory has been fuzzy since the destruction of the Sunwell. I sometimes forget where I am, I wake up someplace and have no idea how I got there, and sometimes when I would try to speak, my words made no since when they came out. Time hasn't been completely clear so I thought it would be a good idea to write about the places I've been to so hopefully my brain will make the connection.

Me and my father had been doing cleaning and maintenance work in Shattrath City for a long time and eventually these green skinned people showed up with some of our people. They didn't speak Thalassian very well, but they seemed eager when I told them I could focus the Light to heal wounds. There was something strange that happen to me when they gave me a sword, I started having memories I've not sure were mine or maybe they did happen during one of my blackouts. I had a sparring session with some of the orcs, and while I was able to score the majority of points with a wooden sword there was something strange about holding onto heavy iron and steel. When I made contact with my opponents' sword or plate armor the sword kept slipping out of my hand. There seemed to be some argument between the orc recruiter and the blood elf translator. Finally, they both look at me, "You're going to have to unlearn those fencing techniques if you want us to take you in as a paladin." He looked at his green companion, "I suggested that you be trained as a priestess, but he said that the Horde needs paladins and I agree with him."

"Would I be able to use wooden swords as a priestess?" I asked.

The translator shook his head, "No, you'd never hold a sword again."

"No!" I said quickly, "Paladin please."

He translated to the recruiter what I said, and the recruiter held out a book for me.

I kneeled and was about to kiss the book, but the translator stopped me, "No, they don't do that here." He spoke. He looked over at his confused green skin friend and translated something to him, but I understood the word 'marina'. Finally, the translator looked over at me, "He wants you to start learning Orcish." He wants you to return here in 24 hours and we will return you to Silvermoon."

"I thought Silvermoon was completely destroyed?" I stated.

He shook his head no, "Damaged but we're rebuilding."

I jumped slightly and excited, "That's great and Dawnstar Village, can I go back home?"

He looked downward.

I looked at him sadly, "It still there, isn't it?"

"Honestly, I don't know; we've taken back the city of Quel'Thalas but Quel'Danas…" He paused. Then nodded and looked me in the eyes, "We will get there soon, and we could use your help."

I looked around hopeful, remembering the places I grew up, "I'll get to go home."

"Say your goodbyes to any friends you have here, and we'll have a carriage take you and a group of elves to Sunstrider Isle."

I ran back to the World End Tavern and found my dad cleaning dishes in their kitchen, "Dad, I met with a Horde recruiter and they're helping take back Silvermoon." I laughed, "We finally get to go home."

He looked at me surprised, "You didn't actually join, did you? Perfectia, we've been enemies with the orc's for a long time." His face was fill with worry and dread. He stepped away from his dishes, "I shouldn't have told anyone how we got here. They must have heard the stories I told and now they want to put you on the front lines."

I shrugged, "What are you talking about?"

He shook his head, "You honestly don't remember?"

I shook my head, no. "You said I took you by the hand and led you from Tempest Keep to here."

He laughed slightly, "We got lost a few times, and you killed the most horrific manor of creatures with nothing but a pickaxe on the way here."

I shook my head unbelieving, "Wouldn't I have scars or wounds or something?"

"You healed yourself, you didn't eat, or sleep and you barely spoke." He sighed, "It was a miracle we got here, and I shouldn't have said anything." He shook his head, "If we get this fel magic out of our system we should be able to join the Alliance."

"Is that why you've been spending our ration money on alcohol?" I look at him and nodded slightly, "Trying to filter out the fel magic?"

He looked at me angry and slapped me across the face hard, "Who's the father in this relationship!?"

I kept my face down as the slap stung and I could feel my head get slightly dizzy because his hands were wet, "You are." I spoke.

"Go back to the living area, go to sleep, and will talk about this in the morning." He ordered.

I stormed back to the recruiter who looked like he was leaving, I pointed at the red symbol that was on his armor and pointed at myself.

He shook his head and said, "Manana."

I shook my head and grabbed his hand, "Non, manana, aora, por favor." I tried to say in Orcish with emotion in my voice. (no, now, please.)

The orc looked at me closely, then closer seeming to be concerned, he put his hand on my face, and touched the area my father hit me. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was tender and swelling. I flinched when he touched it. He sighed, shook his head, looked at me and said, "Okay."

We rode double mounted on his wolf, through Outland, and to the southern areas of the Eastern Kingdom. I honestly didn't see much of the areas because I was asleep most of the time, and when we got to Booty Bay, he woke me up. It was a port city where I heard all manors of tongue being spoken. With the book he gave me we were able to translate introductions. His name was Grok Ironhide and he was able to give enough gold to the goblins to take us both to Silvermoon.

Through a lot of pointing and yelling he demanded that I read my phrase book and try to talk to the goblins in Orcish. He on the hand fell asleep in a hammock that was on the ship and that's what I did on the ship. I could say a few greetings but if I tried to ask for something like food or a fishing pole, I mostly got a lot of shrugs. I was able to get my point across with a few hand gestures and I understood the curse words they used in Common, 'loser', 'you're evil', and 'never'. Also, a few others that don't bare repeating.

But for the most part I kept my nose stuck in that book and when I woke up I was able to give Grok a formal greeting and thank him for bringing me back to Silvermoon.

He laughed and asked me, "Can you swim?" He mined a swimming gesture, but I understood him.

I nodded, yes.

He nodded and gestured me to follow him. As I looked around, I saw all the familiar looking stone and gold buildings and a few ports but surprisingly we sailed past them. I was pretty excited as I looked around at all the familiar buildings, the golden leave trees, and green fields but we started turning and for a while everything seemed gated but then I saw more High Elf architectures. Then all of a sudden, I felt two strong hands push me in the back and knock me overboard. I got a few mouthfuls of sea water while under and when I resurfaced, I coughed out what was in my lungs.

"Good luck!" Grok said in Orcish as he sailed off.

I swam to the beach and have been writing and waiting for my clothes to dry off. I can faintly here the sound of my native tongue, but I think it's important to try to speak Orcish to even the elves that can speak it. Hopefully I'll be able to make myself useful.