Perhaps it's because I have no family to speak to about difficulties and hard decisions. I have no siblings (that I know of, at any rate), and my parents are gone.
My mother, may Elune keep her and protect her as she dances amongst the stars, passed from this world many moons ago. She was beautiful and graceful. She loved to dance, especially, and tried to teach me. I fear I find less joy in dancing and music than she did, but still, her teachings made me laugh and I remember them fondly. She was a priestess of the Moon Goddess Elune. She tried to get me to follow the same path, but I was far more interested in joining the Sentinals. I sometimes regret that decision, as it has brought me much pain and sorrow, but nevertheless it is my path and I walk it willingly.
My father... well. I know little of him. Now that I have seen the other cultures and peoples of our world, I understand that other races bond in a ceremony of some kind, usually for life. We Kal'dorei are a little less... rigid in our choice of relationships. My father stayed with my mother until just after I was born. Then, as I understand it, he left again. My mother harbored him no ill will, but I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to know him. To learn from him. I do know he was a Druid of the Talon, and that he loved to fly. He would tell stories to my mother about the sky and the clouds and the forest from above.
Sometimes I wish I had his gifts. The thought of soaring above the trees in the dark twilight, the moon and stars overhead and the forest below and nothing but the rush of the wind to keep me company... it is a good dream. But no. It is not my path.
Instead I learned of tracking and of bows and arrows and fletching. I learned how to scout and how to set traps for enemies and prey. I became attuned to nature and the forest around me, including it's creatures. I lived this way for several centuries, content.
Then everything changed.
The world as I understood it was shattered. The orcs, green-skinned monsters from far beyond our borders invaded, raping our forests, using loud, dirty machinery to destroy our sacred places and murdered Cenarius, demigod and child of our Goddess. I fought with the other Sentinals, tried to push the Orcs and trolls back, only to face the demons that followed after. The Burning Legion had found us.
How I survived the battles that ensued, I'll never know. I watched as Archimonde was defeated and then left everything behind, returning to the forests alone. There I stayed for six years, as the new tree, Teldrassil was created and grown... it is wrong and a mistake. Without the blessings of the Aspects, it is nothing but a farce, and a tainted one at that. The Archdruid is a fool. I avoid the new tree and Darnassus, the new home of my people, as much as I can. Instead, I found much interest in a new race, one that came to our world in a rather unfortunate way. Still, unlike the other peoples of the Alliance, they are old as we are, wise as we are, and quite interesting.
It was their coming that brought me out of my seclusion and allowed me to return to the world again.
I'm still not sure if I've made the right choice.
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