The following are journal entries found in an old diary found in the Arathi Highlands...The eighth month, of the third day, 13 N.H. (New Horde)The teacher caught me snoozing in class today, in the tale of the honorable Shinsen... Like it's my fault, I've heard this story for years on end... who knows what ol' Shinsen the first was talking about back then? It might not even mean anything. I don't even get why I have to learn this stuff; I'm soon to be a shaman, and shamans learn all they need to know in nature...outside. Why can't I be out there instead of in here? I'm ten years old, and I've already started pre-training excercises, like knowing how to speak with trees and animals... why can't I practice that instead of memorization? I think I will, tomorrow. That old ogre can't do anything to me, I'm the 'chosen one' in her mind... So tomorrow I'm going to talk with the spirits allllll day! Take that, miss Ka'jul!The third month, of the sixteenth day, 14 N.H. Today we found a little draenei boy while in the woods...actually, I did! I've become very proficient at speaking with spirits, and they told me something unusual this morning. They said that a little blue boy was lost in the forest... so I cut class and searched. Using them to guide me, I found the little boy and brought him to the village... he couldn't speak! He speaks some wierd language, or maybe he's just crazy... I don't know. But the villagers treat him with hostility, though they let him into the clan grounds. They refer back to the old story about Shinsen...yeah, yeah, what do I care? It doesn't mean anything... that was a thousand years ago! They're different now. The boy I saved is really happy, I bet. He acts a little bit wierd, tho. Whatever, I'm gonna cut class again tomorrow and play with him!P.S... Dad chewed me out for skipping class. He said intelligence was still important to a shaman...Yeah right.The first month, of the tenth day, 15 N.H.The little draenei boy, who I've dubbed Gral, seems to have settled in, even though he still acts wierd around the adult orcs. I try to calm him, but he seems scared. Not of me, but of the adults. It makes no sense! We're best friends; why can't he settle? He's a smart one (I know because we can communicate by signs and utteral speech), so he should know we're not all that dangerous. I just can't figure it out.The fifth month, of the twentieth day, 16 N.H.I've grown a lot stronger over the past year. Now the spirits are more than a whisper; now, when channeled, it is a howl. Gral's been acting wierd lately, and (get this!) he cut class today and went somewhere. I don't know where, but he made me promise not to tell anyone. Hm... I worry. What if he's getting into trouble? ...You know, the bad kind?The sixth month, of the twenty-fifth day, 16 N.H. Isn't fate cruel? It's the day of my birth, and the day of manys' deaths... It was to be the first day of my shaman training today... we were to start at night, and I'd learn how to cast a thunderbolt. How excited I was...but fate strikes in odd times. As my father and I were striking out for the spirit meadow, the most spiritual place in all of the land the clan owns, our settlement was discovered and raided by a draenei raider squadron.Grall ran straight to him... when I looked at him, he beckoned to me. As the clan was slaughtered, all I could do was shake my head in shock. He looked at me, confused and hurt, as if he thought that I wanted my clan to die...the bastard. I will hunt him down one day. All of the clan is dead... why do I even write this? My father hid me, and because of it he was cut down... I should kill myself. But I won't. He killed himself for me. And so I will mourn his death, but not give up mine. Since he died for me, killing myself would be the ultimate dishonor to him... Who knows? Perhaps I'm lying to myself... But I have made up my mind.The eleventh month, of the twenty-third day, 16 N.H.I have been trying to support myself since that fateful day by raising crops, but as it's winter, I cannot do that any more, and I've had to kill animals. The meat is good, but it is soiled by the sense of guilt I have for the animal. The spirits are stronger in me now, and they say that it is the circle of life... I still feel the guilt, however. To kill it with my own hands is a bitter feeling. I'm sure I will never become a shaman, as I don't believe shamans exist outside the clan... But the spirits will guide me in what I do, so I am content. Yet the food will grow scarce soon... how will I survive then? All I can do is wait.The twelth month, of the sixteenth day, 16 N.H.The most amazing thing happened today! An orc, just like me, passed by here, covered in armor and followed by a large group. The orc turned out to be Thrall, the leader of the main Orcish nation, the Horde (I can't believe it! An outside world so large... amazing!). He took one look at me and smiled. He said he was here "looking for survivors of the raid of the Arathi Highlands..." Arathi Highlands? I don't know, but he also said that he had not seen one who the spirits were not strong since his youth. When I told him that I could never be a shaman, he said I could! He said that there are shamans in the Horde that can teach me the powers of nature! Can you believe it? And as proof, he taught me how to cast a lightning bolt! I rode on the back of his war wolf to Orgrimmar, the capital city. He gave me food, he himself trained me, and he shared my pain... some day I will repay that man. But for now, I go back to my home.The sixth month, of the twenty-fifth day, 21 N.H.I am eighteen years old now. I'm finally able to enlist as a hero and repay Thrall by serving the Horde. When I told Thrall I was to enlist, he looked sad, and yet proud of me. All new recruits are going to the Valley of Trials for training... and I'm one of them. I'll prove my worth, and I'll give my life for the Horde... And I'll also find that bastard, Gral, and I'll kill him. I swear it. My clan will be avenged.