Whisperwind
By Laundrin Reatin a.k.a. Shandris Albatross
Chapter 2: My History; The Truth
Mum puts a hand on my shoulder and sits me down on a toadstool. "Darling, I can explain everything." "M- Mum? W-what a-am I d-doing h-e-ere?" Mum still looks very human to me, but her skin is turning very purple and marks start appearing on her face. Mum is a Night Elf! My mind kept telling me, shouting into my ear. But my heart refused to listen. How could Mum be a Night Elf? Had she kept quiet about it for so long? "It can't be!" I say, standing up. "Sit down, honey. Illinois will explain everything." Mum turns her head to look at Illinois, and Illinois nods. "At the time when my great-great-grandmother passed away," Illinois says, looking away to clear her tears.
"She left a strange orb behind. We didn't really care about it at that time; there were no powers in it. It was left floating above the Basilisk in the central tower," She says, pointing to a dark, shadowy tower lit only by a few enchanted runes that opens its doors. "But now, it is known to cause strange and mystical powers, beyond anyone's knowledge. All we need to do is to activate it, and our land will be safe. The Burning Legion will strike in a day or two; we must get our defenses prepared," A few archers and hunters start moving off in different directions, to guard the three Gates the Burning Legion might storm in from. Hippogryph Riders fly gracefully in the air as I watch.
"And you, Sister Albatross, are the only one who can activate the mysterious powers enclosed within the Hydraengea Orb of Mystery." Illinois points out that I am chosen by Cenarius, I am his great-great-great-granddaughter. "Of course, it's only you who can do it, your Mother only has one child, you." That explains clearly why Mum had turned into a Dryad, but even as Cenarius' great-great-great-granddaughter, I took the shape of a Warden. Oh no, I thought, I am a Warden… like that Shadowsong… "Cenarius wanted you to be a Warden, so you shall be." Mum said, kissing me on the cheek. I am turning purple, as if I am sick (of course, if I am human.) I am a Night Elf! I totally can't believe it… Is this my fate?
"Ah yes, you will be staying with your Mum," Illinois points to a bushy area," Over there, Ashenvale Cottage. Have a good rest and prepare yourselves for attack." With that, her Frostsabre trots away into the night. More thoughts start forming in my big stupid head. When will I be going home? Is this World of Warcraft my home? The Burning Legion is attacking? Calm yourself down Shandris… calm yourself down… have a rest… I walk toward the bushy area and realise a cozy glowing cottage hidden beneath the large mass of plants. Wow, this place is not bad! I explore for a little while, took note of parts of the tree branches growing into the house, and the large bedrooms.
"Make yourself at home; your bedroom will be that room there, at the end of the corridor." I walk into my bedroom and the first thing I see is the beautiful glowing scenery staring at me from my window. I see the stars, the moon, and the sea. In the darkness everything is purple, but the moon's light makes magical highlights on the sea's waves. Mum knows I would have liked this room! I think, as I walk around and explore the room that is now mine. I wonder what food we eat. Night elves don't harm animals or plants….
I lie down and rest. Hope I won't fall asleep before the battle begins…