Laiyne May 23rd, 2007
For the sake of those who do not know me, I will give a brief history of myself. I was born Laiyne Eloreah Firesage. My mother, a high priestess of Elune, named me after herself. For reasons that I still do not understand, I matured faster than other kaldorei children. Inside me is wisdom of one much older than myself. My mother taught me to control my emotions, to let logic always triumph over heart. While I took her teachings as my own, I hid the fact inside me was a stubborn nature that I tried to surpress.
When the dark portal was opened my mother was sent into the depths of Shadowmoon Valley. I trained my hardest as a holy priest, hoping to quickly reunite with my mother. Stubborness and frustration in the holy path prompted me to make a choice. Should I struggle as a holy priest and always rely on others to help me or should I follow the shadowy path where I could destroy whatever stood in my way… alone. The choice seemed easy enough. I fell away from the holy teachings and began my training as a Shadow Priest. With this choice came an ease… as if I had finally stopped fighting myself. I trained as quickly as I could muster with all the effort, pride and strength of my people. Then a letter came from my mother… after weeks of hearing nothing and fearing the worst.
Laiyne, I am in a place where even the strongest of us struggle to survive. I do my best for our people but I fear that it may not be enough. If I never glance at you again with these eyes, let me at least leave you with advice. You must always remember to never let your heart and your rashness dictate your choices. I made a choice once that will affect you forever because I let my heart over-rule logic and reason. I hope what I have done will never be brought to light. I dare not even tell you. I hope you will never understand. I leave this note in the service of a powerful hunter. He will protect you now since I can not. Light bless you.
After receiving this letter I became more determined than ever to be reunited with my mother, that I might be able to offer any help… anything at all. Would I be too late? My heart told me I would never see her again, but my stubborn nature refused to accept.
The hunter my mother sent to me quickly tore through my enemies with a speed, fury and determination that matched my own. Mal, as I call him, understood my plight when others did not.
During this time Stormwind became my new home. I met many people while I was training.. Among these were Kelandros, Mabon and other members of a guild called Sterling. I had been contacted by various houses and guilds to join them in their various fights… but never felt as if anyone other than Mal could help me. Eventually the kindness of Sterling broke down my resistance and I joined their ranks.
Quickly my life became more than just fighting. Did I lose sight of my goal? Did I let my heart detain me from gaining in strength? Did I disobey the one piece of advice my mother had given me? A feeling of unease set into my soul. I couldn’t shake it, fighting could not ease it, dreams became nightmares… Then Mal came again, with a letter. This time it wasn’t of my mother, but of one called Askashia. My mother was dead. Were my choices in vain? Why did I feel like my soul was being ripped apart? Part of me mourned the loss of my mother and another part of me mourned the loss of those who I had never met… I had failed her, I had failed myself, I had failed everyone
It was then, in my darkest hour when Kelandros and Mabon offered advice to me… to not let anger dictate my actions… to not seek for revenge, but take hope in the knowledge that my mother could finally rest. I have accepted this. There is still a part of me that wishes to seek revenge on those who harmed her…. but I push it down into the depths of me… I look to my new family, Sterling for the support and love that my mother once gave me… and I hope it will be enough.