Agatha’s Journal

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Agatha’s Story – More Changes In My Life


October 22nd

Dear Journal,

It is apparent that I haven’t written in quite some time and it’s not because I have been terribly busy with work, however, I have taken some time off from Morningstar Enterprises that was well deserved on both a personal and professional level.

I know that I wrote previously that Fnor and I had a bit a indiscrete moment that probably made us both uncomfortable after the after the fact – we hadn’t had intimate relations since he got married to his mistress, a very lovely Kaldorei Sentinel that has been his mate in their fashion for many years. She also happens to be the mother of his legitimate children, I guess their legitimate in some way.

I know that it would be almost impossible for my daughter to be declared legitimate in any way shape or form, although, she is full-blooded Sindorei and I know whom the Father was and it’s none other than my handsome raven-haired employer.  I’ve never told him but I think that circumstances are starting to present themselves to where I am going to have to do just that.  It seems I am carrying another child, although I had taken all of the precautions for years, since we hadn’t been intimate for quite a while, I was ill-prepared for what did happen. Fortunately or unfortunately, the Fates had other things in store for us I suppose because there is a child and a child that I will happily give birth too.

Unfortunately, I am unable to go home to my family at present because my condition is very obvious and I had to leave Silvermoon City before my daughter and my lover realized what had happened. Yes, I know I am being very deceptive and I need to come out and tell them both the truth.  How do you tell your child that she really isn’t your sister and that she is your daughter?  How do I tell Fnor that he has fathered two children with me – one of which isn’t even born as of yet and the other is very much like him already.  I’m surprised that he hasn’t guessed at the fact already because she has his smile, his mannerism and her personality is very much like his.  Oh, I am already worried about the reactions from all parties concerned and I suppose that I should have addressed it years ago, however, I was hoping that it would come to pass of its own accord.  I know now that I was being foolish and my Mother kept telling me that I should tell them both because she was getting too old to cover up the lie.

Now, here I sit by myself and my only companion is a maid that I hired to help the “widow” of one of our fallen heroes take care of the little cottage she is renting on the shore and the midwife that stops by daily to check on my advanced pregnancy.   I have no problem playing the widow role because my emotions have been like one of those carnival rides, one minute happy and another minute I am very depressed.  I miss Silvermoon, I miss my daughter and I miss Fnor most of all.  I really haven’t let any of my friends in Silvermoon know where I am and my poor Mother is getting my mail  – she’s truly the only one that knows where I am.

I know that Fnor acted like he was ashamed of the fact that he had broken his vows with his wife, in the Sindorei fashion, however, I know that when they were mated, he did wander a bit. Men are definitely strange creatures and the rules seem to be different from one situation to the next.

Oh well, the midwife has just told me that she is going to be staying here for the next few days, apparently, the birth is imminent and she laughingly told me that the Father would have been proud because she thinks it’s going to be a boy.

I hope it’s a boy and I hope he looks just like his Father and I hope that when I do tell Fnor about our children that he won’t get all hysterical and go off the deep-end. I know that it is going to complicate things for us all, Amyn, Fnor and I.  I just pray to the Light that we can survive it all.

Agatha Fairsong

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My Transgression…


July 15th,

Dear Journal,

Oh, By The Sunwell!! I am so embarrassed about what has happened between Fnor and I at the moment that I wish I could crawl under my bed and never come out.  Something happened that I am sure he regrets more than could be put into words.   I am so sorry that I gave into the weakness of the flesh, however, it’s kind of hard to avoid when the man that I’ve loved for so many years is in need of some emotional bolstering and my own physical needs are screaming in my mind.

It isn’t often that I’ve seen the man show his emotions as exposed as he did last night and it almost broke my heart.  To see him so devastated by all of the things that have been going on with his sister and with things going on with the business, I’m not surprised that he had reached his breaking point – it was bound to happen, I suppose.  I was just trying to offer him some physical comfort and it just went well beyond what I had intended – for both our sakes.

I had planned on discussing my daughter, not really my youngest sibling, and letting him know about her, however, when I walked into his study, I was shocked to see him in the condition that he was in.  I haven’t heard him sob like that since his losses in Dalaran, a woman that I think he might have loved and his unborn child.

I think he made a huge mistake by taking that trip back to Dalaran because I think that it tore the scab from a healing wound that hadn’t properly scared over.   I had no idea that that was where he was going when he left Silvermoon or I would have tried to talk him out of it.  I’ve heard stories here in Silvermoon about the people that are stills stranded there in the prisons – it’s horrible to think of.  Anyway, my daughter told me she had seen him return and I wanted to see how things went and how he had handled it.

I was totally unprepared for what I walked into when I went into his study.  Poor man was devastated beyond words.  I knew the minute that I stepped into the room that I should have left, however, I couldn’t walk away and leave him there crying like a child – it tugged at my heartstrings like no other with the exception of my daughter’s tears.  I don’t think there is anything worse to see or hear than a grown man crying – it just breaks my heart.  I think it is terrible that men can’t show their emotions because it’s deemed unseemly, however, how much can a man hold in without just going off the deep end.  I know I’ve seen Fnor come very close to that in the past, poor fellow – such a caring man.

He told me about how the house had been destroyed inside and how he almost cried there.  Poor fellow was really shaken and shocked by what he had seen.  I know the hours and the money that he put into that place to call it his home.  He always considered it a thing that showed he had finally “arrived” in his own mind with the Silvermoon society.   It was his pride and joy and a place where he always took pride in inviting people to visit or even to live for a time.  I have never seen a man put so much blood, sweat and tears into a building like he did that house – it was his “home” and a way that he felt that he had climbed out of his common background as a Ranger to a successful businessman. I know that it almost had to have killed him to abandon all that when he heard the rumors prior to the event of the actual purge – he got his wife and family out before that happened, even if he did have to leave some of his precious belongings behind.  Poor fellow.

We’ve barely had a moment alone since it happened, so, I’m sure that we both would like to talk about it because I know that I feel guilty and knowing him the way that I do, he probably feels more than just a little bit of the guilt.  I know that he loves his wife more than life itself and to have fallen and broken his marriage vows that I know he takes very seriously must be preying on his mind.

I still need to build up my courage and tell him about his daughter because I know that the truth is going to come out eventually and I would much rather that it comes from me.  I know that a few of my own friends have made the comment that my sister looks an awful lot like Fnor and they have given me quite a few teasing moments in regard to that.  I honestly don’t think that she looks that much like him although some of her mannerisms are definitely his and her attitude. I guess I will just have to bid my time and wait until he isn’t as emotionally in a turmoil.  I know my own emotions are a bit shaky right now as well.

Agatha

 

 

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My Life and Times – Agatha’s Journal Part V


May 28th

Dear Journal,

I honestly don’t understand how the poor man can keep coping with things when I know that his heart is breaking with his sister’s latest escapade.  At least we think we know where she is now, which is in Pandaria, the one place that she doesn’t really need to be, however, we all know that she will just be causing problems.

I’ve watched all of the changes in the household since Miss Faendra left, not only this house but the one that her brother gave her to live on her own.  Apparently it wasn’t to her liking and she made this quite clear not only to me but to any of my maids and housekeeper-in-training that were put there to assist her. Fae is and can be a very cruel and self-centered young girl and she has finally done the worst thing that she could have done to her brother.

I knew about the fact that Fnor was trying to make arrangements for a marriage for his sister.  I know what his thinking was on the matter and he was in hopes that she would settle down and do the right thing.  I know that he had been negotiating with several families of lesser nobility than her last pending nuptials, however, with her disappearance that time, it definitely put the word out that she may not be quite the package for a family to take on.  What if she had married someone and took off to chase down poor Dawnglory?  Ah well, that will only be for speculation because her brother has finally washed his hands of that type of thing for her.

Zippie has been gone the better part of the month and poor Fnor is once again realizing that he just doesn’t like to attend to all of the paperwork any more now than he did when we were in Dalaran.  Poor fellow does a good job with things, managing his contracts, the employees and the warehouses in Shattrath as well as Silvermoon, however, he never has been one that liked to be indoors and tied down to a desk.  He is always in his glory when he is out in the field or, sad to say, being with the Rangers – it really is the love of his life as well as something that has kept him young all of these years.  Now he is planning on opening up a new warehouse in Pandaria to handle the goods for the employees that are in that area – some of them can’t come back to Silvermoon for whatever reasons, usually something involving the authorities.

I know that when Zippie does return, he is planning on spending some time with his wife and son in Pandaria, possibly slipping into Stormwind to see his youngest son, Vashlan.  I’ve never seen a man so devoted to his children and that is something that he and I need to discuss.

I know that I have been hiding things from him for a very long time, however, it is now time that I can no longer do that without him finding out.   When we had our affair in Dalaran, I did take some time off from my duties to go home for a few months, leaving a temporary maid in charge that could contact me if she ran into something that she couldn’t handle on her own.  I wonder what happened to her, she was very likeable and capable, however, after I returned to Dalaran, she left to take another position in Silvermoon near her family.

What I am about to write down is something that if it were to fall into the wrong hands could cause a lot of trouble for Fnor and for myself, however, it is something that I feel I need to put in this journal.

When I went home to my family near Fairbreeze Village, I went home to give birth to a child.  Yes, my child and Fnor’s.  I never told him that I was pregnant because I didn’t want him to feel that he was trapped in our relationship and we weren’t planning a future together as a couple, we were lovers. Not only did I work for the man, I was his friend and his confidant in a lot of his business and in his personal life.

None of my siblings realized that I was with child, however, my Mother knew the first time that she laid eyes on me.  Of course, she had plenty of experience with pregnancy since she had given birth to my siblings and myself.   She made all of the arrangements for me to go to a little cottage on the shore when I started to show, telling the rest of my family that I was exhausted and needed some time to rest and relax from all of my endeavors in Dalaran.  She was the one that made arrangements for a midwife to be close at hand for when the time was right.  Yes, I paid for all of this out of my own funds.

Before my Mother joined me at the cottage, she let my Father and my other siblings think that she was the one pregnant.  Of course, Dad was thrilled at the thought of adding another baby to the brood that they were already raising, however, he was probably more surprised than the rest of the family and very proud of his prowess in the bedroom.  Poor fellow never stopped to realize that Mom was a bit long in the tooth to be having a baby.

The time came, the child was born without much trouble at all, which came as a huge surprise to me.  She was the most beautiful baby that I had ever seen and the weeks that followed were filled with joy for me.  I named her Adamia because it was an old family name and because I thought it was a good choice for my poor bastard child.  Mother and I had agreed that she would pass the child off as her own and it broke my heart in so many ways when I had to take on the role of the older sister, not even letting my daughter know the truth.

Naturally, the years have passed and Adamia has taken after her parents.  She is very strong willed and adventurous, just as I am sure Fnor and I both were growing up.  What is definitely surprising is how much she looks like her Father, the long black hair is as heavy as his and she has his smile  – her eyes twinkle just the way his do when he’s enjoying himself.   She has never suspected that she wasn’t my Mother’s daughter.  I have paid for her rearing, her schooling as well as lavished gifts on her at every opportunity.  Well, now the crux of the matter is that she is now coming of age, she wants to strike out on her own and she wants to come stay with her big sister in Silvermoon.

Now, you can see my dilemma.  I am sure that her Father will recognize the family traits as well as recognize the fact that I won’t be able to hide her identity forever – my parents are getting old and my siblings are starting to suspect that Adamia is definitely more than just a favorite of mine.  I am going to have to give this some more thought, do I tell Fnor the truth or try to live with the lie a bit longer?

Agatha Fairsong

 

 

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My Life and Times – Agatha’s Journal Part IV


April 10th

Dear Journal,

Finally a time that I can take for myself this morning.  As per usual, the Morningstar household is never dull and we always seem to have people from the company staying with us here to defray their individual expenses when they have traveled some distances to turn in their contracts.    I will admit that there are days that the house almost seems frantic with the number of people coming and going, however, if it pleases Mr. Morningstar, then, whom am I to complain.

We have two visitors today that I haven’t seen in quite a while.  Miss Felessa and her friend, Tylanlor Ravencrest.  They seem to be very much in love with one another and I will have to say that I am quite happy to see Felessa with someone.  She was always my favorite of the two girls even if she was a Death Knight.  She didn’t act all upset about taking on that persona of a Death Knight, however, I could tell that she got terribly lonely at times in Dalaran when some of the people there still acted as if she were some kind of monster.  Once upon a time she was engaged to mage, however, that didn’t work as planned because the fellow up and disappeared on her, poor thing.  Well, maybe there was a good reason that that happened because this new fellow seems to be more her ideal.  He looks an awful lot like her brother, which isn’t all that bad from my personal point of view.

Now, I have a moment or two where I can get back to my own story of how things were back in those glorious days of living in Dalaran.

I know that I had been working at the house in Dalaran for a little while when young Master Fnor brought home a young lady to stay for a while.  Apparently the poor little thing had been one of those runaways from an arranged marriage in Silvermoon, however, the man that was to be her intended decided to kidnap her – hence, she was yanked from all of her surroundings that she was familiar with and portaled to Dalaran.  She had no money with her, she knew no one and had no way of going home again – those were days when travel was much more difficult than it is now.

My intuition told me that this was going to be trouble for the young master, however, I kept my own counsel on the matter and let the cards fall where they may.   Oh, she was very attractive, she came from a wealthy family in Silvermoon, however, this was something that I have yet to figure out.  Why did this evil mage port her to Dalaran?  Was it just for safe keeping or was it to have his way with her or was it a means to force her into a marriage that she didn’t want, no matter the cost?

She was definitely a very well educated young woman and had lived an extremely sheltered life.  Her innocence was very refreshing to listen in on with her conversations with Fnor.   Of course, he was already a man of the world, however, very much the gentleman.  He had me set up the guest room directly across from his own so that the young lady could have some privacy of her own and have a place where she could retire to relax alone, if she so wished.

I could tell that my young Master was very smitten with the girl when he started taking time away from his company and work to spend that time with her.  I know that her family being a minor nobility in Silvermoon probably had something to do with it too.  You see, back in those days, Fnor was all about finding a way to  climb the social ladders of Silvermoon as well as starting a family of his own with a Sindorei wife.  If she had title and money – so be it, that was even better.  Well, I think that things were moving rather quickly when I discovered that not only had our young fellow taken the girl’s virginity, he had asked her to marry him.

There were many nights that their lovemaking seemed to echo throughout the house and I would take leave of the place not only because of the fact that part of me was being tortured with the thoughts that might have been for me. It wasn’t before long that the poor girl ended up with child and I could tell that the young master was indeed pleased with the news.

So, a wedding was planned, however, it never happened.  Apparently, the young lady was an adventurer on her own and she would leave Dalaran to explore the places that she had never been allowed to go when she was living with her family.  Apparently, this young lady also seemed to have a flair for drawing trouble to herself with any true malice intended – she was just very naive in the ways of the world.

She apparently decided to go to Silvermoon to do some exploring and possibly see someone there, however, much to our dismay, she was kidnapped and sold into bondage slavery by a group of trolls.  Nasty things happened to her, I suppose, she was never the same after that.  Young Master Fnor was like a knight in shining armor and went to her rescue getting some wounds of his own to show for it.  He brought her back to Dalaran and she locked herself away in her room.

Poor Fnor tried everything that he knew to coax her out of that room.  Gifts, plans for trips, plans for their wedding, however, the young girl would not budge from her room.  I even tried talking with her a few times to find out what happened and to remind her that she was carrying a baby and staying locked away like this was not good for either one of them.  I could tell that the poor little thing had become more than a little mentally unbalanced and I truly feared for her and the child and said as much to Fnor.

Before anything could be done for the poor thing, she committed suicide.  It almost killed Fnor – not only had he lost a woman that he loved, he had lost a child to complicate his grief even more.   I watched a very cocky, self-confident young man start spiraling down into a very deep depression through the use of alcohol and drugs.  I was watching a man that I both loved and respected slowly dying before my eyes.

I gave the poor man what comfort that I could, made sure that he had enough to eat and would even coax him to take care of his physical needs, bathing and the like while he was almost oblivious to the things around him.   One night, as it was bound to happen, he became quite ill and I suppose it was either dreams or a drug-induced hallucination, he grabbed me as I came through the doorway to check on him in his bedroom before I retired.  I won’t call it rape exactly, however, it was something that I wasn’t quite ready for,  however, I did allow it to continue after the initial shock.

I suppose that I shouldn’t put this down on paper, however, it helps me to accept what has happened as well as seeing things for what they were back then.  I had a wild affair with my employer – it went on for the better part of two years, we often slept together.  There was no mention of love and there was no mention of marriage, however, my heart was completely stolen by this very handsome and wealthy young Sindorei.   We are not only friends, we are still lovers from time to time in this present day although I will have to admit that it hasn’t happened since his marriage to his mistress.  I do still long for his touch and long for those intimate nights we have spent together, however, if this is what is left for me, I’ll take it.  There have been no other men in my life and I didn’t mind sharing him with the others nor his mistress, however, there are other circumstances that I need to address in regard to his matter sometime in the not so distant future.

Agatha Fairsong

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A Letter To Agatha


March 29th

Daughter,

After giving this some thought, I think that it is long past time for you to return home for a visit.  It is almost as if you are avoiding the thing that we hold dear, your family.  Your father and I have kept our own counsel, however, there are many things that we wish to discuss with you, one is that we are at that stage in life where we must plan for the surviving members of the family that will carry on the bloodline.

We will forever be in your debt for the help that you have given us over the years while you were employed in Dalaran as well as your current employment here in Silvermoon City.  You are so close to your home that we are surprised to that you have not come home to visit us, your siblings are beginning to ask the same questions that we are.

Our youngest daughter would like to get to know her older sister a bit better.  The gifts that you have sent to her have been greatly appreciated and she will always hold them dear.  However, your Father and I wonder if you’re not showing your sister too much attention with the gifts because you never bestowed as many on your other siblings.  I’ll admit that it has caused some jealousy to grow between Adamia and her older sibs.  Poor thing is still very much alone in her thoughts of wanting to become a Ranger some day.  The rest of the family feels that she should join us in running the Inn that we have all worked so hard to make successful. However, she is as headstrong as you were at that age, my darling girl,  and you left to see the world and to create your own life.  I only hope that your life has been a happy one and will continue to be so.

We all know that you are very busy running the houses of your benefactor in Silvermoon, however, we know that he would feel it amiss on your part if you were ignoring your own family.  We are very much aware of how much he leans on you for your assistance and support with his family and friends. Mr. Morningstar is indeed a very lucky man to have had you in his service for all of these years, however, we know that he would understand our need of seeing you more frequently if he were made aware of the circumstances.

Please understand that I am not begging you to come home.  I am asking you to come home and rebuild some of the ties that you have with your brothers and sisters.  They know who you are and they know that you have been our benefactress over the years, however, they have never been around you long enough to know what a wonderful person you are.   You don’t need to buy their love, Agatha, you do need to build up those ties with them before it’s too late to do so.  Your Father and I are both getting older and we want to know that our family will be together long after we’re gone.

No, I don’t mean to put you on a guild trip, however, it’s long past time for you to  come home again.  You are so close, living in Silvermoon and yet it almost feels as if you’re in another world, away from us by some great distance.  I know that you have seen your siblings in town and they have visited with you at the house, however, they will need more from you as time goes on.

I’m not ungrateful for all of the things that you have given us, however, we need to get to know you again too.  Your Father and I both love you dearly, you’re our eldest child and yet, there are times that we feel that you have become a stranger to us.  Your ties with the Morningstar family need not be broken, for that we know that will never happen, however, you need to renew your relationship with us.

I have kept your secret all of these years and I think it is time that you realize that we may have been mistaken in doing so. Your burden has become my burden in so many ways and your Father has gone along with it.  Aggie, it’s time to let the secret out, don’t you think?

Mother

 

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My Life and Times – Part III


March 18

Dear Journal,

Well, I have finally found some time to sit down, take a few sips of tea and relax for a little while.  My staff is busy getting their daily tasks done while I sit here and think about opening another house for full-time living here in Silvermoon.  I do believe that our little red-haired tyrant is going to be moved over there to keep her from upsetting everyone here at the main house.  I have several candidates on staff here that will make god housekeepers for her and won’t be swayed by her devious little mind.  I never thought that this child would grow up to be such a person as she has, I know that it has caused my employer more grief and anxiety than he should have ever allowed it to be.

All of us have this one fault or most of us do that haven’t grown so cynical that we despoil our own happiness before it has a chance to blossom.  Poor Fnor is no different than anyone else, he’s a man that has his pride, his humility as well as his great love of family that will often disappoint him, although, the parties involved are never chastised for being themselves.   Faendra is a product of a doting brother and one that cares very deeply for – she’s never wanted for anything in her life even though I know that when she was young, her brother would go hungry just to make sure she had that dress to wear to the next party.  Yes, he said he was trying to make up for the loss of their parents, however, I think that he did too much for the girl and unfortunately, the monster was created out of sheer love.

Ah yes, let’s get back to my story.  Stories from the past they must be, however, it is always good to reflect back and see where your life is going so that you may regain a clearer perspective of where it is you’re going and what your future may hold for you.

When I met young master Fnor Morningstar for the first time, he was freshly arrived in Dalaran with his newly acquired wealth from his company in Shattrath that he and his mistress had started after he had left his tenure with the Rangers for a time.  At this point, I wasn’t aware of the fact that his full involvement with his Kaldorei mistress, I didn’t even know she was Kaldorei because back in those days and probably still holds true today, fraternizing with the enemy was punishable by death.

He started off showing me around the house that was under renovation, much of the work was being done by himself because he couldn’t afford to have proper workmen come in and do it, plus, I think that he took great pleasure and pride in doing it himself.  He talked about the fact that he wanted this house to be finer than anything in Silvermoon that he had ever lived in.  The size of the place was immense and one could tell the areas that he had worked on were going to be beautiful once they were completely furnished and the work was completed.  The size of the place was enormous.

I was a little bit taken aback by what he showed me in the kitchen.  While it was nice, it was lacking quite a few things.  He had been using his camping gear for cooking on the stove and the oven hadn’t been cleaned in years, from the looks of it. He told me that he wanted a housekeeper that would be willing to help him keep the place clean as possible and to help him decide on what it was that was needed, the house needed a woman’s touch. He also told me that he couldn’t afford to pay all that much, however, there was a room for the housekeeper to stay, so, there would be no added expenses to take away from their earnings.

He showed me the room where the employee was supposed to say and I was flabbergasted.  It wasn’t just a room, it was an entire suite.  There was a sitting area, bedroom, private bath as well as a balcony where one could take their leisure if they so desired.  To be exact, the suite was almost as big as my family’s home and little Inn outside of Silvermoon.

He also told me that he had set up accounts with all of the merchants in Dalaran to where the housekeeper could go shopping and put it on the business accounts.  I was floored, the generosity of the man was almost overwhelming.  If I needed personal articles that I didn’t have the funds for, put them on the business accounts and they would be deducted from my wages over time without interest.   Obviously, this man hadn’t heard of goblins and their financial brilliance yet.

Well, he had some applicants to see and told me to come back the next day which I did, he would have made his decision by then.  So, the next morning before the sun was even high in the sky, I was knocking on the door of the house.  He answered the door looking rather disheveled and sleepy and invited me in.  I told him that I would take the job and he burst out laughing and told me that he had made his decision when he met me, however, he didn’t want to seem too eager.

Now, that I look back on things, that was probably a smart move on his part because I could have asked for more money even though the wages were much better than the wages I was getting at the Animal, even with the tips.

I will admit that I was very smitten with my young employer.  He had all of the things that a girl could imagine in a husband.  Money, looks, kindness, education and appeared to have a lust for life on all levels that would have put most men to shame.  I think I may have fallen in love with him in Dalaran or it could have been lust rearing its ugly head.  I think that, foolishly, I felt that there might be a chance of romance with handsome ex-ranger and entrepreneur with a lowly housekeeper such as myself.

I know from the first day that he hired me, I tried everything that I could to please him and give him a home that he so desperately wanted and needed.  I think that we were both attracted to one another, however, we did keep things under control for quite some time.  Ah yes, that’s another story that  I will speak of at another time.

Agatha Fairsong

 

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My Life and Times…Part II


March 5th

Dear Journal,

Now that I have the majority of my tasks completed for the morning – there will always be more, I know.  I am going to take some time to write in my journal, for my own peace of mind, to record some of the things that have happened in my life.  Why do you ask?  I want to be able to look back on things more readily when I grow too old to actually go out adventuring again.

Let’ see, where did I leave off?  Ah yes, with my family’s permission, I left the forests and our Inn behind me to seek my fortune in the world.  Yes, I knew that the training I had had as a barmaid, maid and general housekeeper would work well for me in the cities – I knew that I would find employment out there as I continued my journey.

I did try to find work for a time in Silvermoon, however, that area still feels alien to me even now.  There is a lifestyle there that goes beyond anything that I have experienced elsewhere.  So many things are socially driven by protocols as well as wealth.  Family names are meant to push you further up the social ladder.   Since I never was one to give into the social amours, I was still able to find work with a young nobleman and his family.

I spent a pleasant time with this family and enjoyed helping them with their children when the need arose.  I do think that they were a bit crazed with having baby after baby, to keep the bloodline going.  I realize that our race had been crippled very badly after the Scourge Invasion and we needed to repopulate the area, however, one thing that I did notice with the youngsters is that there wasn’t that much time given to them by their parents.  The parents were more attuned to the political things and the social gatherings than they were to growing a familial bond with their children.  I think that the majority of the young people in Silvermoon today are products of their family’s failings.

I stayed with this Silvermoon family for quite a while and the Father was actually one of the high ranking Rangers that was eventually transferred to further his career in Northrend.  Ah yes, Northrend, the cold wind blows, the snow falls and there are Scourge to kill as the Rangers went in search of their arch nemesis, Arthas.

Nothing would do for the family other than to make the transitioning to Dalaran to accompany the Father on his journey and to be nearby to offer their support.  Now, Dalaran wasn’t always the grand city that we know of now, it was through magic and those means that moved it from its earthly place in Azeroth to another – floating high above the rest of humanity.

The city was very beautiful and one couldn’t help but be enamored of its charms.  So many things going on with the various shops and everything was expensive.  Oh, just the beauty and the peace of the city was something that I had never seen outside the confines of Silvermoon City.  Well, this city was different, it was a safe haven for all races, the authorities wouldn’t allow any clashes or altercations between the factions.  You can say what you will, Dalaran was a place where one could easily forget the strife going on in the world.

Several things are of note to write down here in this journal.  While this city, Dalaran, was pristine on the surface, there were places where one could have some foul deed befall you and that would be in the Sewers beneath the elegant surface.  It was not an area where one would tread without some caution and awareness.  I would say that it is, at the very least, comparable to Murders Row in Silvermoon although it is on a much larger scale than that little place could ever hope to achieve.

Life was indeed quite pleasant in that fair city.  There was a constant influx of new people on an almost hourly basis, however, if you intended on maintaining a residence in the city, you had to have money.  Lots of money.  I know the family that I was working for had their wealth established long ago in Silvermoon, however, they chose to take one of the larger residences in Dalaran.  Of course, they did have to have room for the tutors for their children that they brought with them, some were left behind in Silvermoon to attend boarding schools.

I found myself putting in some very long hours in this household.  I was promoted to Housekeeper and had a staff of six maids and two nannies that worked with me. It was very time consuming and left little time for me to enjoy the fair city and some of the entertainments there, however, I did manage to find some time sit in the park with the nannies and the youngest two children and we would socialize with one another as well as get to know some of the visitors to the city.  It wasn’t really unpleasant, however, I always had my duties that seemed to never end.  Thankfully, I didn’t have to interact with the stableman all that often because he seemed to have an aversion to bathing on a regular basis.

Life was still good and the family seemed extremely happy with their lot in life in Dalaran.  There were many parties held and many visitors from home to keep things as close to normal as they had been in Silvermoon City.  I know that the husband and wife were very much in love and were quite thrilled with the advances that the husband was making in his chosen career path.  I guess I don’t have to mention that he was next in line to take on the family title, properties and wealth when his Father passed on the next life.   It was indeed a happy time.

As it is with all things military, there are certain dangers that go along with the career paths taken by these individuals.   One day, late in the Spring, two young rangers approached the door and knocked and asked to see the mistress of the house.  I had a sense of foreboding about letting them to see her unannounced and without an appointment, however, they were dressed in their best uniforms and they seemed to be polite.  Little did I know at the time that they were bringing notice to the family that the Father had been killed in Ice Crown.

I stayed with the family in Dalaran until all of the funeral arrangements had been made and the body was shipped to Silvermoon for proper internment in the family crypt.  I know that I was deeply saddened at his loss because he and I had become very good friends over the time that I worked for them. He had a lilting laughter and pleasant countenance that would have made any young girl fall in love with him.  No, I wasn’t that foolish, however, I did realize when he died that my feelings were more than that of a friendship.

The family moved back to Silvermoon and I was left behind in Dalaran.  I had managed to save quite a bit of my earnings and had decided that I wanted to find employment here.  I knew that I might be living a foolish dream and I knew that I only had so much money, so, I definitely had to find work immediately.

I worked as a barmaid for a time at the Filthy Animal – I can understand why the name was so fitting.  I know that it was a rough and tumble kind of place and that the clientele there were mostly transient adventurers.  The money was good there, the tips were more than I would make in a month as a housekeeper, however, this was not the lifestyle that I wanted to continue on for an indefinite period of time.

One day there was a notice posted on the boards in the Animal as well as near the park where I liked to take my respite from the smoke and noise.  It appeared as though someone was looking for a housekeeper to maintain their home in Dalaran.   Interesting, they didn’t mention the pay, however, they did mention that the house was undergoing some renovations and that the housekeeping would be minimal at first.  Didn’t mention anything about a family with children, that might be a plus, however, it did mention that the owner was a young, single, independent businessman.  It also mentioned that the person was from Silvermoon.  The name to contact was Fnor Morningstar – interesting, no title there and that would mean that he was more of the common folk and not any kind of royalty like most of them have in Silvermoon.  I decided that I would go and apply for the job.

So, that’s where my story and my life got to be interesting.

Agatha Fairsong

 

by

My Life and Times…


March 3rd

Dear Journal,

It has been many years since I have taken a pen in hand and written a journal.  Oh, I used to write almost religiously and then, for some reason, I stopped the habit or maybe it was because I had gotten too busy in my life to take the time to write about it.  I write for myself and no other, if anyone were to chance upon this book, I would think that they would respect the contents for what they are and expect no great literary content to be gleaned from it.

My name is Agatha Fairsong, I hail from a small village outside of Silvermoon City.  I am neither important, not of any kind of noble lineage nor am I a wealthy woman. I am a simple housekeeper to the Morningstar family.  I have spent most of my adult life taking care of their wants and needs and I have asked nothing more from this life. I  have wanted nothing more than to do this job I was hired to do many years ago and I think that I have allowed this family to become my life.  I live vicariously through them – I love them all with all my heart and wouldn’t be happy working for any other group of people.

Since I haven’t been able to locate any of my old journals since we left hurriedly from Dalaran prior to the Purge, I suppose I ought to do some work in this journal by backtracking a bit and filling in the missing pieces that are indeed pertinent to my life and story.

Yes, I did grow up in Fairbreeze, just a short jaunt from our capital city of Silvermoon.  I can’t say that I cared to spend much time in the city though, it was always a place where a girl had to be very careful, what with the randy Rangers running around and some fool looking for a very innocent and naive young country girl to pull some nonsense on.  Oh yes, my parents usually didn’t allow me to go there very often alone and when I did venture to, they had a set time for me to return home, which I did my best to follow…or sometimes ignored if I was feeling a bit rebellious.

My home was like any other home in the area, I suppose.  We had the meager furnishings that our finances could afford us and we existed as trades people.  Primarily earning our living as herbalists and scribes or alchemist.  Life was good, a warm caring family and a place where I could bring my friends to visit and not feel any shame.  No, we were far from the social climbers that lived in Silvermoon and we liked it that way.  I will always feel that my family gave me a good foundation for my life, the ability to care about others and the ability to love those same people without any barriers.  If we had enough food in the house, which always seemed to happen, we would have people drop by to join us in our meals and have a good time just socializing.  My Father always said that to do well to others would have that repaid to you in kind in the future.  I don’t know if the poor dear was just naive with his head always stuck in books or sitting at his desk working on his enchants.  My Mother was more the realist and would oftentimes upset my Father when she bespoke badly of others, however, she was right in many of observations.

Naturally, when the Scourge Invasion happened in our fair Forest, we fled like most of the populace.  We fled to the city to take shelter until the Scourge had been repelled.  There was a great deal of loss of life during that time and we lost many of our old friends, however, that didn’t stop my Father from wanting to return to our old way of life once the dangers had passed.

We ended up rebuilding our home since most of it was destroyed by the passing armies and it took a great deal of time and money to bring it back to his former hominess. However, we did it and resumed our lives as if nothing had happened.  What friends that we had left were returning from the city and they often times stayed with us while they were rebuilding.  My Mother was making noises about the fact that we should just add a few more rooms to the house and we could call it an Inn.  I am sure the comment was made in a sarcastic way, knowing Mother as I do, however, my Father took her at face value – he added the rooms and we started a very small Inn.  So, you see, that’s how our little home turned into a booming business that brought profit into the family coffers.

It was during this time that I started getting the yearning to do some adventuring on my own.  I know that I was growing tired of being a serving wench, cook, maid and anything else that was required of me to help with the business.  I was young and I wanted to see the world that these people that visited the Inn were constantly going on about. I really wasn’t bored with my life, however, with all of this talk, I wanted to see more of life and I wanted to have these rousing adventures of my own. My parents knew of my yearnings and told me that I should go out and see the world and then I would realize what a pleasant way of life we had here.  So, off I went.

And so, this is where my story begins, not all things in life are pretty and not all things in life are fair, however, this is the life that you have put before you and you must rejoice in your own existence. You have your faith to guide you, your upbringing to gather your experience from and you learn how to quell your doubts and keep going forward.  If you’re not moving onward with your life, you may die without ever having known what a beautiful, dangerous and glorious world we live in.

Agatha Fairsong

 

(To Be Continued)