March 16th
Dear Journal,
I have been in this strange land of Orcs, Blood Elves, Trolls, Tauren and Goblins for quite some time, however, I have never felt compelled to write anything down since I arrived. I thought that today I would remedy that.
My name is Leiluna Sungmoon and I am from Pandaria. Yes, I’m one of those chubby little furry things with the strange accent and the weird ideas that seem to amuse some of my fellow Horde. I will have to admit that some of their names are rather amusing as well, although, they seem to think that they are perfectly normal, silly beings that they are.
I could say that my life has definitely changed for the better since I left Pandaria, however, I’m not real sure that it has in all ways. I am learning so many things since I left home that my mind is oftentimes spinning when I finally take the time to actually think about all of the changes that I have undertaken.
My life in Pandaria was probably much as it was for those of us that chose to leave our homeland. I had a family that I truly miss and hope to see again in the future and friends, I do miss my friends most of all. My parents were farmers and they would till the soil from sunup to sundown every day and go on as if there was nothing more enjoyable in life, well, having a good brew was one of the things that they enjoyed too. I do miss those times and I do miss the warmth and support of my family.
The reason that I left Pandaria was because I wanted more out of life. I wanted adventure, excitement and most of all, I wanted to find someone, a fellow, that I could call my own. Our village was small and all of the eligible bachelors had been taken by the time I pulled my head out of the earth to notice that. I was bound to be one of those old ladies that sits around and talks about the best way to brew a curative or the best way to brew a special beer. I was young, I didn’t want my old age to be lonely and have no children to call my own.
When the Mists opened and revealed our land to these strangers from far away, life changed for most of us. They spoke of these great lands far away and I could feel my imagination taking flight as I heard these tales. They brought many strange customs and many strange languages to our homeland, some things were good and some things were bad. One thing that they did do, all of them, was to reawaken the Sha that hadn’t been seen in our lands since the last Emperor. I’m sure that most of us younglings thought that it was just a myth, a boogeyman to scare us when we were little, however, the Sha was real and once again was running rampant in the land.
These strangers with their strange ideas and strange ways of doing things not only awakened the Sha, they brought their own brand of greed and avarice with them. There were two different factions and at first we thought that they would bring enlightenment with them, however, sad to say, that was not the case. Some were here to explore the country and some were here to rape the countryside of all of its wealth and natural resources.
I grew enamored of the Horde because they seemed to be very aggressive in their endeavors to gain wealth as well as to feed their growing population, not only in Pandaria but in their homeland. Little did I know where this would lead me. I thought the Blood Elves were so elegant and educated, that surely had their ideals were different than what I had heard of the rest, they knew how to fight not only with their physical abilities, they knew how to fight with their education.
Okay, I was a silly girl. I saw these Rangers and they seemed so assured of themselves and they struck a romantic chord in my soul. I was so sure that I would find a home with them and be able to be enlightened as they were. I should have listened more closely to my teachers about how these strangers had no true enlightenment of “self” – they were the here and now people in both factions. They had been at war for many centuries in their homelands and like a silly fool, I thought that I could take some of our teachings to them and make a difference. I am not a monk, nor a teacher, I am but a lowly hunter that wanted to make a difference.
After much meditation, and much foolishness, I chose to travel to Kalimdor to see this land that was spoken of with much love. I thought that this was a place that I could fit in and grow.
Upon my arrival in this city of Orgrimmar, I was presented to their great Warchief, Garrosh Hellscream and was surprised at how he reacted towards me. I tried to explain why I had come and he just told me to get to work. Well, okay, that wasn’t exactly a warm welcome and I did as I was told.
Once I got over my feelings of misgiving, I made some friends with a few Goblins, Tauren, not the Orcs so much because they scare me. I found out that the goblins were treated pretty much the same way as I was when they arrived. However, unlike them, I have a home to return too, their homes were destroyed by a natural catastrophe. Poor goblins are forever bound to the Horde for they have nowhere else to go. I told them about Pandaria and told them how life was there and some of them seemed anxious to make the transition. Someday, we will all go there, me to my home and them to go on to more adventures.
Luckily, I have been able to find some more people from my country and we have banded together to continue our own learning and teachings. I know that we all spend a great deal of time in meditation trying to regain that inner peace.
I wanted excitement and adventure in my life and I definitely have achieved that, however, the cost has been dear. I thought that some of my dearest friends were coming with me to Orgrimmar, alas, they chose to join the Alliance which seemed too passive to me. Oh well, some day there will be peace and we can all be friends again.
Luna
