| Someone wrote, |
Elumiel carefully made her way through the city of Orgrimmar, sidestepping the knots of various races, ducking neatly out of the way of a group of Taurens. Her eyes scanned the area, smiling slightly as she saw a Blood Elf perched atop a pole, as if he were a totem. She shook her head, long red hair spilling over her shoulder, and continued on her way.
She'd been told that there was someone, somewhere in the city, who could identify a certain artifact of hers. No one in Silvermoon City that she'd spoken to could, or were willing to, at least, and the other cities of the Horde felt wrong to her, somehow. Hell, Silvermoon felt wrong to a woman who had grown up in the Outlands. Only on the reopening of the dark portal had she been allowed to come to the home of her parents, whoever they were. And that's what she was here to find out. No one had known the name of her parents, only that they had stumbled into Garadar with a young Elumiel in their arms. Not long after they had been taken in as refugees, the two adults had collapsed from wounds they could no longer sustain. Hours later, they had died, leaving Elumiel an orphan.
It hadn't been so bad growing up. There had been a Blood Elf family with a son a little older than Elumiel, named Anyu. They were the only elves in the village, and had grown up together, until Anyu had disappeared without a trace, leaving her behind to wonder if she'd done something wrong.
Not long ago, she had found Anyu again. And swore she would never lose him again. She didn't know where he was at the moment - she had told him to meet her in Orgrimmar - but she wanted to do this by herself. What if she had relatives? Any family at all? She reached into her pouch for the signet ring... and froze, eyes widening. Frantically, she tore the pouch from her hip and dug through it, cursing in Orcish and Thalassian, tears streaming down her face.
She'd lost the ring. Her one last hope of finding her remaining family. With a solid thud, she fell to her knees, her back pressed against the wall of some building or another, and closed her eyes. If she'd lost it in the rush of Orgrimmar, chances were, she'd never see it again. And that meant she would never know who her parents - or her family - were.
She'd been told that there was someone, somewhere in the city, who could identify a certain artifact of hers. No one in Silvermoon City that she'd spoken to could, or were willing to, at least, and the other cities of the Horde felt wrong to her, somehow. Hell, Silvermoon felt wrong to a woman who had grown up in the Outlands. Only on the reopening of the dark portal had she been allowed to come to the home of her parents, whoever they were. And that's what she was here to find out. No one had known the name of her parents, only that they had stumbled into Garadar with a young Elumiel in their arms. Not long after they had been taken in as refugees, the two adults had collapsed from wounds they could no longer sustain. Hours later, they had died, leaving Elumiel an orphan.
It hadn't been so bad growing up. There had been a Blood Elf family with a son a little older than Elumiel, named Anyu. They were the only elves in the village, and had grown up together, until Anyu had disappeared without a trace, leaving her behind to wonder if she'd done something wrong.
Not long ago, she had found Anyu again. And swore she would never lose him again. She didn't know where he was at the moment - she had told him to meet her in Orgrimmar - but she wanted to do this by herself. What if she had relatives? Any family at all? She reached into her pouch for the signet ring... and froze, eyes widening. Frantically, she tore the pouch from her hip and dug through it, cursing in Orcish and Thalassian, tears streaming down her face.
She'd lost the ring. Her one last hope of finding her remaining family. With a solid thud, she fell to her knees, her back pressed against the wall of some building or another, and closed her eyes. If she'd lost it in the rush of Orgrimmar, chances were, she'd never see it again. And that meant she would never know who her parents - or her family - were.