"Tara, Tara," called Zatara's little brother Emin. "Tara, why won't Papa let me train like you?" her brother wined.
"Because you're too young," stated Zatara.
"But I wana," yowled Emin who, at seven, was considered an infant of the Blood elves.
"You'll never be allowed," stated Zatara who, at twenty three, had just started her training at what was considered the youngest possible age for a Blood elf.
"It's not fair! I'm never allowed to do anything," wailed Emin. "If I don't get to train, I'n running away forever to go live somewhere else where I can be a paladin and smite all the bad people."
Zatara sighed. Her little brother had no concept of the real world, no idea how life outside their secluded forest dwelling would be. There was never any danger here, never any fighting of the kind she had witnessed in her younger years in the outlands with Ilidans forces and the Naga. On the planes of Outland she, as a young child, had been expected to help the priests and healers tend to the wounds of the solders that had fallen in battle. This early experience had in turn shaped the goals of the future into the priest she wanted to become. She sighed again then said, "Very well, Emin. I will speak to Father for you if this is truly what you wish."
"Of course this is what I wish," said Emin, calming down slightly. "I will be a paladin and all the bad people will fear my hammer." He grinned, showing a large gap where his two front teeth should be. "Or sword," he added. "I'm not fussy."
An hour later, Zatara stood in front of her very cross father.
"You want to take him where with you?" her father asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Just to Thunder Bluff, Father. It's not that hard. We can take the Wyverns right there. There's no need for you to worry. Emin simply needs to see some of the real world, and then he will give up on his preposterous idea that he can become a paladin at the age of seven," explained Zatara.
"Hmmm," muttered her father. "Perhaps you're right, Tara. Take him with you but on no account are you to stay more then a day."
"Yes, Father," said Zatara as she walked off to give her brother the news.
The next day, Zatara and Emin set off for Thunder Bluff, the wyvern carrying them high into the sky and over the ocean. As they approached the shore, mist swirling around the wyvern and the two figures seated on it, a foreboding chill spread over them. They were flying over enemy territory. Suddenly, a cliff loomed up in front of them almost invisible in the fog. It was too late for them to avoid it and they went crashing to the ground in a pile of limbs and feathers. They landed bloody and broken at the bottom of the cliff.
Zatara hazily opened her eyes to find that she was alive. A groan to her right told her that Emin must be alive, too. She stat up and braced herself with an arm only to scream. Her arm must be broken but she had caught a glimpse of him. Her little brother lay unconscious beside her, a trickle of blood running from his mouth.
The only reason for either of them being alive was because they had landed on the wyvern and its body had protected them from the fall. She didn't know, however, how much longer her brother had and she was not even far enough into her priests training to heal yet. She had just begun to study the scrolls a few months ago.
Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the mist. At first Zatara thought it was a blood elf but then she saw blue skin and white hair: a night elf. "Elune be with you, poor child," the night elf whispered before casting healing light around Zatara and Emin. With that, Zatara lapsed again into the black cloud of unconsciousness.