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seol_plumfall) wrote2009-07-23 09:14 pm
seol_plumfall) wrote2009-07-23 09:14 pm
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→Seol 1: Unuseful Life
Hello. My name is Seol Plumfall. I am writing a journal in order to practice Common.
I was born in Silvermoon City 68 years ago in the middle of summer. However, my name means "snow." I was born in the winter of my mother's life because her husband had died. His name was Seol'rae.
My house was Plumfall. The Suncrown family made the Plumfall family. We had a small orchard in Eversong. My mother was Chihra Plumfall. She was a Magistrix and lived in Silvermoon. The orcs burned Plumfall Orchard in the Second War, and most of the family died. Afterwards, the family was only four households.
My mother died when the Scourge destroyed Silvermoon. I lived because my mother and Ellei Augustlight helped send many children to Quel'Danil Lodge behind the army of Arthas. I was the oldest child. Farstriders protected us through the Plaguelands. One was Juneila Keth'lan, and I owe her my life.
The war did not come to the Hinterlands. However, many children died after the destruction of the Sunwell. We ran out of mana shards, and we were very sick. So I and Ellei's daughter Jia returned to Silvermoon after the war. Jia is my sister now so she inherits from me. Jia still lives in Silvermoon.
I am a Blood Knight Master now. The Masters promote even children because there are few adults alive. A blood elf is an adult in a hundred years so restoring Quel'Thalas will take a long time.
I do not have a command in Quel'Thalas. Right now, I serve the Shattered Sun Offensive among the followers of Lady Liadrin. I want to help the naaru and heal Draenor. However, I am still young and weak, and I cannot do very much. I understand little of the Light. I study with the Aldor, but I learn slowly. And they do not have much patience for teaching sin'dorei.
But, every day, I become a little stronger. I understand a little more. My efforts are small, but they are a little bit useful. I have only a little drop of strength and courage, but I will make it last as long as I can.
A useful life is what I want.
Now I write this again as a letter for Abelar.
I was born in Silvermoon City 68 years ago in the middle of summer. However, my name means "snow." I was born in the winter of my mother's life because her husband had died. His name was Seol'rae.
My house was Plumfall. The Suncrown family made the Plumfall family. We had a small orchard in Eversong. My mother was Chihra Plumfall. She was a Magistrix and lived in Silvermoon. The orcs burned Plumfall Orchard in the Second War, and most of the family died. Afterwards, the family was only four households.
My mother died when the Scourge destroyed Silvermoon. I lived because my mother and Ellei Augustlight helped send many children to Quel'Danil Lodge behind the army of Arthas. I was the oldest child. Farstriders protected us through the Plaguelands. One was Juneila Keth'lan, and I owe her my life.
The war did not come to the Hinterlands. However, many children died after the destruction of the Sunwell. We ran out of mana shards, and we were very sick. So I and Ellei's daughter Jia returned to Silvermoon after the war. Jia is my sister now so she inherits from me. Jia still lives in Silvermoon.
I am a Blood Knight Master now. The Masters promote even children because there are few adults alive. A blood elf is an adult in a hundred years so restoring Quel'Thalas will take a long time.
I do not have a command in Quel'Thalas. Right now, I serve the Shattered Sun Offensive among the followers of Lady Liadrin. I want to help the naaru and heal Draenor. However, I am still young and weak, and I cannot do very much. I understand little of the Light. I study with the Aldor, but I learn slowly. And they do not have much patience for teaching sin'dorei.
But, every day, I become a little stronger. I understand a little more. My efforts are small, but they are a little bit useful. I have only a little drop of strength and courage, but I will make it last as long as I can.
A useful life is what I want.
Now I write this again as a letter for Abelar.
Seol 1 → Seol 2