Anelia Origins

She was standing at the highest rock of Sungraze peak,cowering in the mids of some bushes,the concentrated jade gaze giving a solemn expression to her sunbathed face,the long hair shining in orange tones with the touch of the dawn,waving furiously with the wind, the braids surrounding her forehead like a crown. A hand in the blade, another at the bow. The nature's whispers still singing inside her head. Anelia is part of a family of Farstriders, the Goldleafs. Like the name sugest, each one of them remember us of the late Autumn, their hairs shining in tones of gold and fire, remembering the Autumn falling leafs. And every single one of them seems to born already with hunter skills and some bravery and nobility of heart, having conquered this way a solid position among the Farstriders of Quel’thalas. Anelia was not an exception to this rule. She received her training in combat and hunting with the Farstriders, showing great talent for the career. Tough her destiny was to be influenced by a peculiar member that became part of her House sometime before she was born. And why we say peculiar? Well, you can’t say is very common, when knocking at a Silvermoon’s typical home, to be received by a huge female tauren with big pacient blue eyes. This tauren name was Kyita. Seems that, somehow in their adventures, Anelia’s parents managed to do a great deed, rescuing Kyita’s family from some kind of tragedy, and therefore the humble and good intentioned tauren followed the Goldleafs to Silvermoon, swearing them loyalty, in order to somehow repay the favour that had save her and her offspring. When Anelia got age enough to think about this things, she never understood how could a tauren accept this kind of living, taking care of bratz like her and her little brother, only leaving their home to visit family once in a week or month depending on the weather’s mood. Nevertheless seems that Kyita also didn’t understood how could a bloodelf have Anelia’s characteristics. From early age she was quiet and witty, not very talented in the words field, she always spoke little, most of the times just to say something she considered essential for the occasion. Of course there were exceptions, with Kyita and her son Leafbreeze (that stayed several times at Goldleaf’s to visit his mother and play with Anelia) she could very talkative. Even if she liked to do some magical tricks (like lighting the fireplace without touching it or making disappear her brother’s shoes) she never felt obsessed with it. Her interests were more to observe the wild nature, knowing every plant, tree and animal, watch them, being amongst them. In bear form Kyita patiently rode the little Anelia trough the fields, telling her about the secret properties of the plants and flowers, pointing her a bloodthistle here, a mageroyal there, and didn’t even got upset if the little kid jumped on top of her, enthusiastic about a new animal she found out or a new flower she picked to put on her long fire hair. With time the druidess understood Anelia deserved to receive a sample of the nature knowledge and powers Kyita possessed. And so, she teached the young one new forms of using her Sindorei magic, converting the arcane to nature spells, capable of mending, taming and understanding animals, their true nature and soul, providing her with knowledge to communicate with the nature’s beings, with the wild itself. As time passed by, Anelia was frequently seen followed by animals: simple animals, strange animals, innocent animals or fierce animals. The little kid just brought everything she found interesting to her little home in the corner of Farstrider square, driving her parents mad, while the druid smiled secretly from the kitchen, while preparing her mysterious teas, to the doorsteps where Anelia talked in some secret language with the company of the day. One day she brought a Dragonhawk home wich she named Firesong, and settled without expeditions for a while, fascinated with the fire breath and spells the animal seemed to have, but it wouldn’t lasted long. During their journeys to the forest, or in tales and lullabies told before bedtime Kyita told Anelia all the wonders of kalimdor, about her tribe and Mulgore, and the other races that had their ancestral home in that continent, like Night elf druids, for whom Kyita seemed to hold great respect. Anelia got very intrigued how could Tauren and Night elfs druids still hold respect for each other even if being part of different factions? That race seemed to be possessor of great beauty and to respect Nature in the same way as Tauren, having racial traits in common with her own kind, like the song said: the Queldorei were the children of the Moon and stars and the Sindorei the children of the Sun… Her curiosity was growing day by day, growing bigger then the halls of Silvermoon. And so the seasons changed and the circle of life cycled, until she was considered a young woman and achieved a semi-respectable rank among the Farstriders. During all the time of training and expeditions into the wild Ghostlands, her body shaped with muscles, the perception became accurate, the mind focused on her surroundings and her movements gained a touch of agility, typical only of the wild cats that roamed that lands. She woke up one day with a strong conviction in her spirit, jumped from the bed and turned to the west window, where the Sun was borning at the horizon, saluting it. At her closet a bright new leather armor was guarded, offered by the Farstriders as reward of a new level achieved in the academy, and 2 shimmering daggers where shining from the inside of her drawer. She picked all the equipment and got dressed, carefully like she was preparing for a ritual. In her backpack she putted bandages, eggs, meat, fruits, potions and warm cloths. The quiver filled with razor arrows. Some moments after she was already cimbling down the window with an agility practiced for years, her journey to Kalimdor had begun. The plan was visiting Mulgore and then taking the gold road that would lead her trough the green forests of Ashenvale, further to the darshores where she could find a boat to the fisherelfs village of Rutheran, the bridge with Teldrassill and the mighty city of Darnassus, and ultimately, to the misteries beyond it (that if the map she stole from Kyita’s chest was well drawn). When she set foot on the road she turned back to gaze her peacefull home in the corner of farstrider square, and recited an old druidish prayer in her head (the one her nanny used everytime Anelia, his brother or Leafbreeze got hurt) and asked to the Sun in low voice to shine upon her family while she was gone… if she ever returned… Even today, besides knowing about Anelia’s iron will and smartness, they don’t understand how she survived to such journey, from Ogrimmar to Teldrassil, into the enemy’s dangerous territory. But she brought the proof of her achievement when arriving home 1 month and 3 weeks later. With almost no clothes remaining , just a poor dirty linen shirt with holes, too big for her size, covering not much below her waistline, a smaller pack seemingly empty, no quiver no bow, yet a small shining dagger still hanging from her (now looking old) belt. Covered by scratches from her feet to the delicate skin of her face, now with freckles and bathed from the sun she would seem like a homeless bad treated being if it wasn’t the fiery glint at her eyes, giving a glow of pride to her expression, and a strange owl standing calmly at her shoulder. This owl must had been on of the rarest animals that ever set foot to Silvermoon, its eyes a mix of intelligence and comprehension, transcendent of an wild animal. Specially Kyita noticed difference in it, like the difference in the bear or cat druids when they shapeshift and maintain the wise gaze, tough outside it appeared like a Night elf owl, dark grey with a touch of blue. Who could know what it really was? Only Anelia, and that one didn’t opened her mouth much to speak about the journey, unless to tell news to Kyita from her tribe. Since she got back the owl only stopped following her to disappear among the night to secret destinations. Anelia can usually be seen speaking to the bird in a soft and sweet tone, that most of the people that know her never heard before, that tone seems to only exist for the owl, the one she calls Drustan.