Greetings, stranger. My name is Shalael Silvermoon and i am an elven rough in the ancient forests of World of WarCraft. I was born in Tel'drassil forests, not far from Darnaasus, somewhere near Wellspring lake, where my parents used to live for the last three hundred years. I lived like every elven child, exploring all the secrets of our ancient forest and playing near waterfalls and in the ancient caves, where, as i believed, you can face the spirits of ancient druids and priests. Tel'drassil is a very pretty place to live, and i think i'd never be tired of walking through ancient walleys in the moonlight, shining on my hairs.

My parents died some years ago, when all the elves, humans, dwarfs and other peacefull races met the Horde face to face in the last Great battle.I was just learning apprentice leatherworking with my teacher, Kel' Azam, when i saw a shadow, closed the sun for a moment and my heart stopped. It was an arch druid from Darnaasus in a bird form and he brought me this awfull news.

I must go back to the past and tell you that my father was a warrior and my mother was a priestess. I should be a priestess as my mother, but my teachers couldn't find any magic in me, but mother said that magic power is somewhere deep in every elf and when the time comes, i ll feel it in my body. But mother and father died and i had to take my life in my own hands. I recieved some money as a compensation, but it wasn't much to live for my own pleasure, and, when the time came, i decided to go to the Shadoglen and to begin a new life as a rough...