The Sins Of A Father by Inyri

[Keeper Of Lore]

Vengeance.

The word has so many connotations. It has justified countless wars, murders and thefts. Years ago, the word brought up nothing but images of horror in my mind. Horror. Yet another word who’s meaning has changed.

I am writing this as a testament to my journey, so that when I fall, there is a record of why to go along with the recounts of what I’ve done.

We had heard the rumors, the vague smoke on the horizon, but we paid it no mind. Even the letters from my husband urging me to flee to the south went unnoticed. Yet I will never forget that day. The day in which the world changed again. It is hard to think that after all the destruction the Orcs wrought on our world, their destruction would pale in comparison to what befell us that day. The guards stood no chance and were overwhelmed quickly. The limited training I received up in the forests in Quel’Thalas were no match either. The Scourge had come and nothing would be the same.

We fought as long as we could, but the town was quickly overrun. We were gathering up the children to escape when several creatures burst out of the woods. Why they spared some and took others, I fear I will never know. I tried to protect my daughter, but she was ripped from my arms and carried off with several other children. I have never seen her again.

My husband Dakken would have been more then a match for those cursed creatures, but he was down in Westfall, or Duskwood, or lounging in Lakeshire. I care not where he was, only that he wasn't with us. He heard the rumors and wanted us to leave, but still he sat down there stopping thieves and gnolls. A true man would have come up to protect his family at the first hint of trouble. I suppose that’s what I get for marrying a Human, but that is another story.

After spending months in refugee camps all over the northern lands, I finally met up with him in Southshore. He embraced me. I felt nothing. He kissed me. I felt nothing. He cried over our daughter. I felt nothing. When I asked him why he didn’t come to save us, he responded;

“I couldn’t leave my post. I swore an oath to the King and those were his orders for my unit. I had a duty to uphold.”

The fool. The arrogant, selfish, stupid fool. What of his oath to his family? His duty as a father and husband? Do those not superceed the oath to some man he will never meet and who acted too late for his people?

How could I forgive such a trespass? His service in the guard took precedence over his family? I left that night. I wandered for months until I met some fellow refugees from Silvermoon. They told me of the reconstruction of our city and so I followed them to help.

I hoped rebuilding our former glory would help ease my pain, my torment…my hatred.

But as each day passed, I couldn’t help but hate him more. Our daughter gone, because he valued his service to his king more then his service to his family. It was something I could not forget, something I could not forgive and it slowly began to consume me.

After several months, the city was finished. It was a sight to behold, the majesty of our heritage sprung from the lifeless scar that was the past year. But like the scar on our land, the scar on my heart is unforgettable. I started receiving letters in Silvermoon from him. How he managed to get them delivered, I will never know, but his words only cut me deeper.

He said he took up arms to defeat the Scourge and all that would threaten the people of the world. He described his travels throughout the world, the things he discovered…the power he gained. Each letter was a testament to how much more he valued other people then our family. The hatred bubbled within me until I could not take it anymore.

The Sin’dorei induction into the Horde gave me an opportunity, one I could not pass up. I gathered what few belongings I had and left Silvermoon. I ventured out to gain the same power he had now. I ventured out to gain the power to kill him.

I walk this land now to destroy everything that was my past. I will destroy the Alliance. I will kill their kings. I will make my husband suffer as I have.

I walk this land for one purpose now.

Vengeance.

[Keeper Of Lore]

by Setrema

You, Sister, have passion that I could but dream of.