Post by Dara on Mar 12, 2006 11:10:28 GMT -5
Daramoon closed her book of spells, content that she had done enough studying for the day. She sighed and ran her hand over the tome's intricately carved cover, and looked out over the Rut'Theran Bay. The sun glimmered off the blue-green waters, and a cool breeze ran through her hair; memories of her childhood ran through her mind, and of decisions made long ago.
She’d grown up in Darnassus, in the house of Catalus. His position - an assistant to a Darnassian emissary - brought he and his three daughters a lifestyle that was above that of the common-folk but not nearly as noble as he would wish. This inability to rise above his station was a source of great frustration to her father, and his only hope to elevate his status was to marry one of his three daughters into a noble house; hopes he pinned on his youngest daughter, Daramoon, once his older daughters made it clear they were going to follow paths of their own choosing.
Paraded before the young men of the noble houses like cattle at a fair, Daramoon soon found her position untenable. All the boys were self-centered and boisterous, and most were of little substance - but that was not unusual for boys, or even most men, for that matter, and was not her only concern: her dreams had grown dark of late - images of raging livestock, walking undead, and green orcs rampaging through Alliance lands troubled her greatly. But all the while a sweet, soft voice called to her, a voice she knew was more than that of just a mere woman. In these dreams, Elune herself walked with Daramoon, protected her, and imbued her with great powers to heal the brave warriors that fought to defend their lands. Every morning Daramoon woke with an empty feeling in her heart, and an ache to do more with her life other than become little more than chattle. It was after one such dream she found herself at the Temple of Elune, and thereafter would her life be changed forever.
It was Priestess A'moora who lifted the heaviness from Daramoon’s heart with the gentle words of Elune; with merely a faint dread at what her father would say or do at her choice, she left the Temple with renewed purpose, carrying the very tome she now felt under her fingertips. One trial had ended, and another begun, but Elune would be with her, in her heart, in her mind, and in her spirit through it all.
