“Damn it.” The Blood Elf uttered as she braced herself for what she knew was next. Sure enough, the urge washed over her like a monsoon, an unbearable pain and a longing.

“Must . . . not . . . forget,” she spat out like a curse, praying with all her soul for her torment to end.  

“You know how to make it end, love.” A sinister voice echoed in the back of her mind. Her bag felt slightly heavier with the weight of the mana stone that rested inside of it.  

“No! I refuse it.” Blissfullily spoke aloud, though no one but the wind, trees, and occasional Quel’Thalas beast could hear her. Blissfullily gripped her staff with all her might, begging that the pain in her palms could possibly override the urge, the longing, the starvation that her life entitled her to. 

“It is meaningless to try, my love. Give up now, tap a few crystals and forget. Forget everything that would make you want to leave our fair city. Banishment can be annulled.” A blood elf man stood behind Blissfullily, the shadow of her former home behind him. Once a priest like herself, he carried a golden hammer and was garbed in heavy blood-red armor and the insignia of his brotherhood was etched onto his breastplate. 

 “Yes, as can marriage.” Blissfullily spat at the man whom she once called ‘love’ in return. He seemed more amused then hurt by her words. 

“I know what you are capable of, Bliss. I know you can’t go through with this. We all need magic, you know this. Why fight the inevitable? Come home with me, join the Blood Knights, or stay a priest. Our people could use hope in this dark time.” He said, trying to soothe her. It didn’t work.  

“I do not ‘need’ magic!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, “I do not believe anything that the magisters tell us. Kael’Thas brought this misery upon us with his forsaken quest with the Betrayer; the Undead decimated our city and killed our loved ones. Not that, that thing the Magisters keep captive in their little Headquarters. It is good, it’s holy, I can feel in my heart that it is one with the Light and we have it chained up like a common cow! I want nothing more to do with our people, ever. I am leaving Silvermoon forever. Now, leave me be!” An evil, seething look crossed the Blood Elf’s face. He grabbed Blissfullily’s arm in a tight, overpowering grip. 

“Don’t you dare speak of the Prince that way, ever!” He brought his hand down upon her in one swift motion. Blissfullily, on the ground now, placed her hand delicately on her cheek; the place her love attacked her. His eyes were dyed green from the magic he fed upon like a savage. In a blind rage, she struck back, unleashing a maelstrom of holy fire upon her husband; incinerating him for good. His heavy armor, blackened by rage and magic, fell to the ground in a heap. Only the Blood Knight’s Insignia was recognizable. Blissfullily, standing now, fell back to her knees and wept. She wept for what had happened to her people, the lives that were thrown away like leaves from a sleeping tree; the maddened, addicted state she, like every other High Elf, suffered in, and the faint green glow that her own eyes admitted. She wept, the pain still throbbing in the back of her mind, and her tears became one with the Stillwhisper Pond. 

She cried for nearly five minutes, until she suddenly got to her feet. She dragged her husband’s body over to the lake, and she cast him into it. On a small rock by its coast, she inscribed a short message.  

“For My Love, Whom was a Victim to Us All” 

“Forgive me.” Blissfullily began to sob again as she placed the rock back onto the pond.  

“Forgive me!” Suddenly, all the light around her dimmed, as a beam poured down upon her from the heavens. Her wounds were healed as the light rejuvenated her flesh and kissed her soul. Blissfullily felt her sorrow leave her as the Light embraced her, for of every Priest her people employed, the Light had returned to her and her alone. She closed her eyes in joy, and in her mind’s eye she saw a far-off place, an ancient city where people of all races gathered around a being she could tell sent her this sign. She saw a vast army of the most horrible abominations she had ever seen, but more importantly, she saw a smaller army; a band of adventurers. They rode into a flying fortress, and their, in the ranks, was Blissfullily. And the last vision she saw before the embrace left her, was her Prince, Kael’Thas. 

Blissfullily opened her eyes and picked up her love’s hammer which had fallen to the side after she had attacked him and cradled it in her arms. She hung it from her belt at her side and cast her own staff into the lake. Filled with the Light’s purpose, she uttered her final words to her homeland. 

“Selama ashal’anore, Sin’dorei.”