The Emerald Dream is an amazing place. After the death of Shadowminx I decided to enter “The Dream.” There I spent hundreds of years in happiness. Unfortunately it couldn’t remain that way. “The Dream” soon became a nightmare and I was forced to leave. “The Dream” had become corrupted by something unseen. I have yet to hear from my father, Malfurion Stormrage, who still remains there. He stayed behind with some others to investigate what was going on. I sometimes resent my father for making me come back to this world. However, I understand why he did what he did. This is my account of what has happened since I have returned to Azeroth.
I awoke from my slumber screaming at the top of my lungs. I screamed so loud that I had lost my voice for several days. The best I can describe it is as a baby being ripped from its mother womb. I was cold, naked, and had no idea what had happened to me. I could barely remember who I was, but I knew I was somewhere I did not want to be. I was quickly attended to by a young Night Elf woman. She was charged with taking care of me and any needs I might have. I never caught her name but I know that she had been sent by my mother, Tyrande Whisperwind.
Once I regained my strength and voice my mother came to visit. She spent the day walking with me around Darnassus and bringing me up to date of what has happened since I entered the Emerald Dream. She was composed and very proper but I could tell she was overjoyed to have me with her again. I was told of how my services as a powerful druid would be needed to help protect Azeroth. She informed me that once I am ready I am to gather what equipment and provisions I need and go out into the world to regain my lost skills. Once I regain my former strength I am to come find her again. There is something that awaits me I was told. She did not say what it was but that it was of a personal nature.
I spent a few days in Teldrassil relearning the basic skills of the druid. From there I ventured into Darkshore. I must say that I was amazed at how Azeroth was nothing like what I remember it to be. I met a few people on my adventures. I helped the people of Darkshore with their needs. I soon adventured into Ashenvale and from there into Stonetalon Mountains. I helped the Cenarion Circle with their needs there and then moved on to Desolace. I made quite an impression on the centaur of that area. One tribe had befriended me and another wants my head. Such is the world I suppose.
I decided after my journey through Kalimdor that I would go over to the Eastern Kingdom. I visited the Wetlands and from there made my way to Ironforge. From Ironforge I journeyed to Stormwind. I saw much of the Eastern Kingdom and almost wept at how much it had changed. The gnomes were driven from their homeland; the Dwarves are holed up in their mountain fortress; and the humans barely hold onto their very city. I adventured a little around the Stormwind area and then moved on to Stranglethorn Vale.
