(I am inspired to write so i figured i would make a short novel for my character but want some opinions.)
Journal of
Rhanda Salimonn(The Scarlet Witch)
Entry 1:
I decided to purchase this journal as I begin my role in the Scarlet Crusade. It is now the year 612 of the King’s Calendar. I pray that should I die or fall, this journal will remain, the life and testament of an aspiring craft mage. As with any testament, i suppose i should start with a little about myself.
My name is Rhana Salimonn, I was born in the year 596 of the Kings Calendar in the small town of Northdale, in the region known as Eastweald of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. It was a small hamlet that shared its borders with the elven kingdom of Quel’thalas to the north, and the mountain dwarves of the south. What little I remember was growing up thinking how fun it was to play in the woods, or fish in the nearby lake with my Pa. Ma would remain at home and take care of me. When I misbehaved, she would tell stories of these evil creatures known as Orcs that would kidnap children in the night if they didn’t behave or eat their veggies.
I often got to visit the market and see the beautiful elves that visited us, often showing neat tricks of floating objects or casting magnificent fireworks. There was even one lady elf who kindly gave me a bracelet of these small blue stones. She said when I got older it would help me in some way, though I never got to find out what. I also saw the dwarves that would come up and help the farmers tend to their livestock with strangle metal tools and horseshoes. I thought “wouldn’t that hurt the horse’s feet” but my Pa said it made them stronger to travel the land without hurting themselves.
When I was older, Ma and Pa took me to see the capital city, Lordaeron. It took us four days with a horse and carriage but when we got closer, I was amazed at the sheer size of the city. Its towers seemed to almost reach the sky, and the walls were made of magnificent white stone. We were there for a special birthday event of the prince of the realm, Arthas was his name. A name I would never forget. Present were several folks in shiny metal armor some with a sword twice my size, others with a hammer as big as Pa. They wore a tabard with some sort of grey fist on them, Knights of the Silver Hand, I think my Pa said at the time.
When we left, we returned home with some supplies and even some books so Ma could help teach me to read and write. She said that while I may not often use it as a proper lady, I should still practice so I can read the signs on the roads or learn of the history of our kingdom. When I was older, I would go back to the city to receive my baptism when I turned 18, and find what job I could work for in our little town. Ma had taught me about cooking for myself and how to stitch and fix clothes when they were torn or worn. I imagined if I could be like one of the pretty ladies I saw in the beautiful gowns back in the city and work hard just like Ma and Pa. Such childlike dreams and aspirations I once had. There is not a day that goes by that I wish I could return to those times.
But somethings were not meant to be. When I turned 10, while out in the woods I was found and attacked by a vicious large bear. I was so scared that when I put my hands up to defend fearing it was my end, a burst of fire came out of my hands and hit the creature. The bear ran back into the woods injured and I was left still scarred at what had happened. When I returned home and told my Ma and Pa, they both looked at me strangely. My Ma held me tightly and told me I must never tell anyone what happened and Pa simply got up and closed the shutters and door of the house.
I was scared thinking I did something terrible. Ma continued to hold me tightly when Pa said what I did was magic. It is an ability that is common among the elves but feared by our kind. Pa and Ma talked about what they should do. The next few days I remained inside never allowed to go out while Pa did some careful inquiries around town. One day Ma was packing up some clothes and my books for me while Pa said that we had to go somewhere for a while and leave home. I was so scared I thought I did something terrible and would be hurt. Ma assured me she wouldn’t let anyone harm me and Pa brought out a sword he had stored away to protect us as we traveled.
We left town and traveled west, past the capital city and into the mountains. I remember seeing a giant lake behind the city and thought how beautiful it was and hoped that wherever we were going, Ma and Pa would be with me. One night we stayed in another lumber town known as Amber Mill. Pa met with a man in a violet robe outside the inn and they talked while Ma made soup for me. That was the last time Ma would ever cook for me again and the last night I would ever see her again. As Ma remained at the Inn, Pa put me on horseback and we rode north between the mountains through a valley.
I could see the lake again in the distance and thought we were returning to the capital, instead we took a right and through another mountain pass and there I saw another city. It was majestic and almost as large as Lordaeron. The man in the robe told me, “Welcome to Dalaran, little mage.” I was so amazed that for a time all sadness had left me. I saw towers covered in purple points and banners of pink and blue. Pa said this was a city for magic users like me and I would be safe here. I did not understand. Why was I here and why did ma not come with. Pa told me to behave and be a good girl and he would see me again when I was older. Pa left me with the robed man and rode off.
To be Continued… Entry 2
