The diary

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Year xx, month xx

Dear diary,

I just woke up from a coma... I've been explained that the exodar crashed 3 weeks or so ago... I hope everyone is alright, so are my parents...

Year xx, a few days later...

The page is streaked with tears but the writing is still eligible...

Dear diary...

I... I have been informed... of my mother not surviving the crash... my father has and we reunited earlier today.. it is night now and I cannot stop my tears.. my mother.. the woman who helped me find my place in the exodar... who cared so much for me.. taught me the trade of tailoring and herbalism.. gone...

I cannot write anymore.. I'm sorry...

I'm so so sorry mama...

Year xx, a few weeks later

I have been helping around as much as I can in my weakened state, I'm still reeling from the death of my mother.. but I keep my head up high as she taught me, inheriting her stubbornness as well...

Year xx, month xx

A few years later...

We have finally arrived in stormwind.. it is nice here.. the humans give us looks and intimidate me.. I know it is because of some of our kind joining the burning legion as disgusting blights upon azeroth.. but I'm sure with time they will see we are not such things and we follow their light as we follow the naaru happily and obediently

Year xx, month xx

Dear diary,

I have decided to sneak away from stormwind to travel with a caravan.. sure getting back might be hard but it's worth it to see the sights and different places of azeroth... I hope my father isn't to upset when I return, I will be visiting him daily..