In The Beginning…This Is How It Will Be


May 17th

Dear Journal,

Miss Felicity gave me this book and told me that I should write my thoughts down in it and keep track of things.  I suppose that it helps you somewhat figure out what has happened to you since the Curse, is it a Curse or is it a blessing in some ways. I guess that it would help if I could track the involuntary changes that I still have a problem with, maybe I’m not strong enough in character because it does seem to happen at the most inopportune times.

My name is Darren Caldwic, I’m approximately 21 years old. Yes, yes, I look a lot younger, however, I suppose that I will find that a blessing when I’m older but not right now.  People tend to treat me as young man, not a boy, just a very young man.

I grew up in Duskhaven, an only child born to an older couple that were probably very surprised at my creation considering their ages.  I grew up living a very sheltered life because my Mother was always afraid that I would get hurt or something.  I spent a lot of my time reading and a lot of time with my studies.  My Father didn’t want me to become too much of a Mother’s boy and decided to take me hunting and teach me the way of the forest, which I find rather ironic because he was a blacksmith and my Mother a seamstress.  We were town people, we didn’t wander too far out into the wilds very often. 

I’ll admit that I wasn’t a great hunter, a passable one at best, however, I always put on the front with my Father that I truly enjoyed it.  I hated killing animals and really had no desire to try to skin them, they were living beings moments before my arrow took their lives.  Well, to be honest, I was too awkward skinning and I am sure that it would have taken me days to get one animal skinned which truly irritated my Father.

I know that the one thing that I enjoyed the most about the forest were the different plants, trees and other things, not just the animals.  I actually started recording the plants that I had gathered, drew pictures of them, in color and started keeping a record of the different plants that I had seen.  It was something that I really enjoyed and it brought a certain amount of joy to me.

My schooling was at home until I reached a point to where my Mother could no longer teach me anything and it was off to school with the other children.  I can assure you that I had my fair share of bloody noses and having my lunches taken from me by the older and larger children.  However, I learned quickly how to take care of myself thanks to the lessons my Father gave me behind his shop. Oh there were many tears shed on my part because I didn’t like to fight.

Where my real forte in my life as a child was my love of learning and artwork.  Not a manly thing that could be paraded around in front of one’s parents friends, however, I was pretty well satisfied that the majority of the people considered me a bit odd and rather bookish.

Nothing would do that I start to mingle with some of the young people of my age group, my parents insisted that I needed to do that even though I always felt a bit awkward when I would attend some of the parties. Oh yes, I discovered girls and that made life even more complicated.  I even had a girlfriend of a sort, she was nice and we did all the things that young people are expected to do.  I found that I was quite good at dancing and later I discovered that I was one of the favorite dance partners at these gatherings.  Of course, that left me open for more bullying from the more manly fellows.

What it all boils down to is that I finished my schooling, my grades were at such a level that I went on to higher learning and became a school teacher myself. Oh how I loved teaching, I enjoyed the children and like to see their faces light up when they would learn something new. I used to take some of them on field trips and we would gather plants, talk about the different animals that lived in the forest as well as try to talk about some of the books that they had read outside of school.  It was fun, it was a happy time for me. 

I had a happy life in my opinion and was very comfortable with it.  I was very happy living in Gilneas behind that wall, it gave us all a shelter from the rest of the world and we all knew what was expected of us – we were happy or most of us were. Of course, things changed.  Not only were my parents getting to be rather elderly and needed my help and financial support, they also needed to know that I wouldn’t leave them behind in their old age.  Part of me wishes that I had because they might have survived longer.

I think we were all ill-prepared for the onslaught of Lady Sylvannas and her Forsaken abominations when they descended on our fair land.  I know that we were not prepared for the plagues that they created and we were not prepared for the Curse.

I was living in a fool’s paradise, living my life as if nothing were happening around me, going to school and teaching the children, however, those field trips were a thing of the past with the onslaught getting closer to our city.  Eventually, the children stopped coming to school, their parents were trying to escape the troubles that were being visited upon us.

Worgen!  I will never forget my first sight of the beasts for as long as I live.  With the school being located on the edge of town, I was sitting there grading some papers and happened to glance out the window when I saw my first group of them.  They were indeed creatures of nightmare proportions, beasts that were even fierce as they started coming out of the forest.  I tried to escape and return to my home where my parents were.

On my way back to town, at a very fast pace, I might add, I heard a cry for help.  As I look back on it, I should have ignored that cry and kept on my way home.  I found the poor fellow crying out for help and was doing my best to bandage his wounds and help him back to town. We were attacked by worgen and I was bitten – the rest is history. The poor fellow that was wounded was wrested from my grasp and I’m sure that his survival met a sad end.

When I made my way to my parents house, I knew there was something wrong.  The front door had been ripped from its hinges and the inside of the house was a tumultuous wreck.  The blood was everywhere and I found my parents’ bodies in the parlor where it appeared that they had tried to escape – my Father’s rifle lay on the floor, broken.  I didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of them because the worgen were still in the house – I ran.

I won’t go into all of the gory details of what transpired during my last few days in Gilneas.  It will forever be imprinted on my mind.

Luckily, the Night Elves offered us succor and an escape from our homeland. Oh, I’m still mourning the loss of my loved ones as I mourn my loss for my own humanity.  I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that there is no cure from the Curse and I’m learning how to cope with what the Light has bestowed upon me.

I met a young woman in Darnassus that was of the same ilk as myself.  Her name is Abigayle Anderson and she is a very gentle and kind person.  How she ever got involved with someone like her boyfriend is beyond me.  He was a complete polar opposite of her.  He was a drunken lout that liked to hit women.

I will admit that I was at a loss physically when I tried to rescue Abby from one of his beatings and that’s when I discovered the power and the true exhilaration of the Wolf.  I had changed several times before under moments of duress and stress, however, I had never had it happen like this before.  Oh yes, he was much more experienced with this fighting and I’ll admit that I did slink off in defeat, however, the altercation got enough attention from those living in the area that he was driven off.

That’s how I came to meet Miss Felicity and her mate, I suppose, Abner Oakelsey.  I guess Oak, as he likes to be called is an Alpha and has formed his own little pack which this other fellow and Abby were members.  I guess there had been trouble with the pack and the drunk driven away from there as well. Of course, Abby was the main reason that I was accepted into the pack and they seemed to be impressed that I was an inscriptionist.  Miss Felicity was a lady back in Gilneas and is very well educated – at least we have that in common.

I really don’t have many people that I have been able to talk with and haven’t formed any kind of bonds with anyone since my arrival in Darnassus.  I will give this pack life a try.  At least, maybe, they can teach me how to control what I’ve become.  Abby is very happy to be away from her old boyfriend and is staying with Oak and Miss Felicity. 

One thing that I do know is that I will learn to accept this new Fate that the Light has bestowed upon me or I will be destroyed eventually.  At least now I can leave the confines of Darnassus and start exploring this new world.  I’m looking forward to it, I ‘m looking forward to getting back to the things that I enjoy. Unfortunately, I don’t see any children here in the city although there are several women that appear to be with child which means they have no need for a school teacher at this point. I will have to rely solely on my abilities as an herbalist and inscriptionist to make my way – oh yes, I can go out and hunt although that really isn’t where my true talents lie.

Miss Felicity was correct in the assumption that writing all the things down does seem to ease the pain a bit.  Never thought much about keeping a journal as being therapeutic, however, I do feel better now.  At least I have something in mind, goals, things that I can plan on doing for my future and not just sitting here under the trees wondering about what might happen next.

Darren

 

 

 

 

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