The Cataclysm

Tired after an ordealing day of exploring ancient titan ruins, I pay my respects to the goddess Elune from the magical fountains of Dalaran, its crystalline-clear waters reflecting the moon amidst the ice-misted clouds. There had been unknown calamities taking place all over Azeroth and I fear nature itself is starting to despise something beneath its embrace.

Torn with an important decision as well and concerned about the greater good of my adventuring guild, I raise my head high and recite a prayer to the goddess herself.

The Cataclysm

Danger's in the air, goddess Elune
I feel its stench beneath the pale moon
A tragedy so vast, so hideous untold
I fear for good it will change the world

The ground shakes, the earth begs release
Of unspoken entities long been amiss
I fear a split, a division, a breach
Of great things once within our reach

Though not a druid I feel these signs
Of terrible portents beyond the ley lines
I fear my past prayers have not in vain
Sensed the impending peril, the upcoming pain

What I pray in these dark, terrible time
May your merciful moonlight grace its shine
May we all stand united, however divided
And face the cataclysm, our hearts undoubted

I fished a gold piece from my pocket, looked up sadly against the moon, then tossed the coin into the fountain, silently muttering a wish I hope gets granted.

Solace in the Frozen Wastes

My return to the Dark Portal has been delayed several days so I had spare time to return to Northrend and settle my affairs with the Undead Scourge. As I passed by the Night Elven settlement in Dragonblight late one evening, I opted to take shelter there and said my prayers to the goddess from their half-freezing moonwell.

Solace in the Frozen Wastes

Tonight I praise thy sweet Elune best
From the frozen meadows of Star's Rest
The demon's judgment had been delayed
Thus more days in Northrend I've claimed

Things seem to go smoothly
But alas does it truly
Behind all the laughter and the fun
Has the hate and sadness really gone?

I wish it may, I wish it might
Mayhap this fade like the settling night
I only desire that our life renews
To bring back the glory of old virtues

As the howling winds cloud me with chill
Surely my prayers would make it up there still
For soon I might abandon all hope
And would no longer be able to cope

A rough blizzard was starting to brew thus the night elf sentinels had to advise me to return to my tent soon before the merciless weather claims my life. I looked up from my tent to the sky one last time, but the harsh weather had already shrouded the moon from view. I hope my prayers just made it in time...

Judgment

I had thought I would never see Elune's temple again after such a long time in the Frozen Wastes. The chill of the north has, frankly, dimmed my hopes of returning, among others.

As I knelt before the moonlit fountain, my prayer was breathed from within my emotions, flowing to the goddess through the enchanted magic the evening moon wields. I wasted no effort though, for the Dark Portal calls for my return soon.

Judgment

Elune tonight I offer my praise
Of once happy thoughts I now raise
May the moonlight shine with great grace
In the dark solemnity that has taken place

Judgment awaits a demon long scorned
We march to battle to see it adjourned
A victory we expect, if not a loss
From internal conflicts we've come across

May your days be welcome, your hardships few
As the draenei so lovingly knew
I pray sweet Elune, your merciful light shines
Upon forlorn hearts and long longing pines

My time is short for the journey I must take
Across worlds where life's always at stake
All I ask from this arduous mission
That we all become united on our vision

I paid my respects to High Priestess Tyrande as I left the temple, and I could swear I saw a flicker of a smile cross her face, like as if she had caught my prayer in mid-air before releasing it to Elune. It was a smile as if to assure me...

"Everything will be all right."

Under the trees of Stratholme

This particular piece was written as I took a stroll inside the undead-riddled streets of Stratholme, a once bustling town that has been taken over by the Scourge Plague and was forced to be culled by the one man who has crossed the most terrible threshold in all of Azeroth.

The lamentations within bear witness to my own aches as I shared the anguished cries of the living dead with my own heart's pining cries.

Under the trees of Stratholme

I sit underneath the dead trees of Stratholme
Crying my eyes out, all sad and forlorn

I see the faint light of the moon against the smoky haze
Elune, oh sweet Elune, why must you avert your gaze?

Here the dead have made their day
Yet even the living follow their way

North, East, West all bear strife
And from the center soon will be rife

Grant this desperate night elf's wish
May thy pleasant moonshine this world once again relish

It was a moment of solace that I never even managed to pay homage to Elune's temple in Darnassus just to say this prayer out loud.

He who pays homage to this temple

The name is Silvanus, titled as the Patient. Born in the night elven settlement of Darnassus around the time of the Third War, suffice to say I had been immersed into one of the most historic events to ever grip Azeroth since the opening of the Dark Portal.

I had loved nature as akin to the night elven race and when I was of age I took the challenge of the forest itself and decided to sign up under the banner of the Hunters. During the Third War they only allowed women to sign up under the banner as part of the Sentinels' duty, but after the war they have extended the invitation to those who do not wish to undertake the arduous task of communing with nature itself and become Druids. I love nature, but I wish to take a more aggressive step towards its protection.

My journey was long and tedious. Numerous challenges overcame me but I discovered friends and companionship when I signed up under the adventuring guild of ECO Unit. It was a melting pot of races, beliefs, and attitudes - draenei hospitality, dwarven humor and aggressiveness, and there were even other, more senior night elves who just loved a good adventure. Suffice to say it suited my needs quite well and enjoyed traveling with them - through Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, even through the Dark Portal itself.

And now, Northrend.

News of Highlord Tirion Fordring's war against the Scourge reached every corner of Azeroth, thus rallying all adventurers to advance towards the roof of the world and take down the Lich King once and for all. Now that the war advances towards its end, with the gates of Icecrown Citadel torn open and the Argent Crusade marching further towards Arthas's doorstep, I can't help but get thrilled and excited.

Revenge and justice, about to be served at last.

As the fight rages on, I do not forget to pay my respects to the goddess Elune, for it is with her guidance that I stand here with these valiant combatants, gathering experience and power to survive the Wrath of the Lich King.