My dear, sweet child,
I love you. I felt you move today, which is why I began writing to you today. Your father and I are so very proud of you. I know what you're thinking. How can we be proud of you and you have yet to make you mark in this world? I will tell you. You already have. You have made a mark upon our hearts and that is not something to be taken lightly. One might say that it is only natural for a parent to love his or her children with all of their heart, but I assure you that is not always the case. My father, your grandfather, was a terrible man.
He may have done right by us by ensuring there was food on the table, but know that he did wrong by us in making it come with a price. I shall not dwell too deeply on these negativities as the king himself has proclaimed that lingering on such unsavory emotions makes the tamest of us lose our human intellect to the beast which dwells within most of us now.
I fear for you.
Rumor has it that there may be a cure in the works and you will never have to see the horrors which threaten our lives everyday, but I will not hold my breath.
Remember that your father and I love you very much.
You have come to us during a time of great heartache and turmoil and somehow turned it around without saying even two words. Perhaps the old adage is true? Actions speak louder thank words. I love you more today than I did yesterday and loved you more then than I had the day before. And to think, today you merely kicked me!
Oh, Love. I don't know how to sign this. "Mother" sounds far to stern for my tastes, but "Mom" sounds petulant to my ears. Perhaps since we are still getting to know one another I shall simply sign this with my given name for now?
Christina
Hello, Love.
Do you like your name?
As the gnomes have been removed from Gilneas as a whole, I am unsure as to what your gender is. I would feel dreadful if I were to call you a name for the next five to six months! You father and I toyed with the idea of giving you a gender neutral name like Dana or Ashley, but Cousin Millicent suggested that we wait until you arrive before we name you so that it may suit you better.
I wonder what you will be like. Will you be a loud neighborhood terror like your father was?
Aaron was such a prat! He pranked any and everyone. No one was off limits. His greatest prank would have to be the one he pulled on the day we met. Back then, Gilneans were free to visit Stormwind and Ironforge at will. All one had to do was hop on a boat and come on over. I, you see, am originally from Stormwind. (I will tell you all about that someday in the future.) I was with my best friend, Hannah, attending her eldest brother's wedding, as was your father since it was his cousin, the one I mentioned earlier, Millicent, who was getting married. The priest was halfway through the ceremony---
I'm sorry, Love. I gave us away! I was laughing as I was writing you this little note and your father asked what I found so humorous. He peeked over my shoulder, saw what I was writing, and forbade me to continue. He is actually looking over my shoulder right now and wants you to know that he refuses to have me giving a sub-par telling of his greatest prank ever. He says he will tell you all about it when you get older.
We love you.
Christina & Aaron
My darling Haylan.
You arrived to us in person a little over a week ago. I apologize for the neglect this record has experienced since the day before your birth.
You have to understand, we were worried.
First,you came early. Very early. The medics hadn't expected you for another six weeks, so I am sorry to say we were caught unprepared!
I was alone when the first signs began. Your father was at work and it was certainly around midday, so none of the neighbors were nearby as they were all about their own business. Fortunately, your father came home before long. As The Light would have it, he was sent home early for a reason I cannot remember. I heard the door swing open and I called out to him. He pounded up the stairs and into the bedroom. His eyes were as large as saucers when he realized what was happening! He rushed around the house, on the verge of panic until he ran smack into a door.
I actually got up to make sure he was okay and helped him to the divan we had in our room,right next to your crib.
I'm not sure of what happened next, but once I had regained my senses, your father was standing over me, holding my hand. As agreed,per worst case scenario, I found myself strapped down to the bed. He said that I cried out right before losing my balance. His cool headed thinking saved us all. He caught me well before I got too far, walked me over to the bed, and strapped my arms, legs, and head to the bed. If you had not guessed, we were already afflicted with The Curse. As you no doubt know, when stressed beyond our limits, we change.
Surely giving birth would stress me beyond my limits.
I'll spare you the boring bits and the gory details, but know that a very short time later, you came into the world proper.
There was a problem.
You were not born free of The Curse.
You were actually born as a cub.
A worgen cub.
A child of the damned.
Please, my dear Haylan, do not take that to mean that we loved you any less. Take it as the way the people around us would and will view you.
Perhaps it was because being born is far more stressful than anyone realizes. Perhaps it was because you may have been conceived when your father and I were... not exactly in our right minds. Perhaps it was because as I was bringing you into the world, I myself was forced to succumb to my own burning, primal urges and awakened the beast we all try to keep calm and tamed.
To our relief, you calmed and before our eyes, you transformed into an amazing and precious human-looking boy.
Curiously, you have not cried since.
All you do is smile.
You are happy.
Thank the Holy Light for that.
Love you
Momma
(I chose a name for myself!)
My dear,sweet, boy.
I love you.
I fear that things have come to a rather unfortunate head if you find yourself reading this diary without me. I hope that you have come as close to peace as you can hope to attain through reading this diary and either reminding yourself of the love your father and I feel for you, or discovering it for the first time.
As I recorded previously, you were born bearing this terrible curse.
Know that you are not alone.
There were several other women who were pregnant at the same time as I. While I cannot say that these children or women are still alive, the most I can do is point you the right direction. Leave this manor, assuming that you are still on the land of Lord Demetri. I know that he is a good man and has taken good care of you since my passing, but needs a must. He cannot protect you. This is mostly because he is unaware of your true nature.
You are indeed a rarity.
Hopefully, there is a letter stuck within the bindings of this book for you to hand to him on the morn of your departure.
Head to Brookhaven, just east of Duskhaven and seek out Priestess Vanessa. She was the one who initially discovered our secret. As you are reading this, we shall assume that you have not been locked up to be studied by the magi nor the alchemists, so she has kept your secret. Go to her and identify yourself. She will care for you, and protect you with the power of the Holy Light until you come to the age of majority.
Momma