Haven't been writing a lot lately, so here is a very old piece I wrote almost ten years ago for my World of Warcraft Draenei Shaman Telkana.

A stinging pain woke her deep slumber. “Thank the light! You are alive!” A pair of soft glowing eyes stared at her in anticipation. She tried to sit up, but warm hands gently pushed her back. “You’re in no shape to do anything but lay down until you recover.” A deep frown crossed her face, which she soon regretted. “My head…” she mumbled as she fought back the tears, the pain was almost unbearable. “Yes, you took quite a hit, young one.” “Wh…what hap... pened?” even talking caused the pain to surface faster. “Everything went wrong” a sigh followed after which he continued, but this time softer. “Many of our people died. Something went wrong with the Tempest Keep’s satellite structure. The Exodar crashed head first into the very soil of this planet. Pieces are scattered all over these islands. We found you close by with many others, more death then alive. We are recording the survivors. That reminds me, what’s your name, young one?” “My name is…” there was a pause and then “heh... it’s on the tip of my tongue, how silly I can’t speak it.” But the more she tried to get a hold of it, the more it fled beyond her reach. “I… I can’t remember” she finally admitted.

After spending several weeks at the first aid encampment recovering, she was finally released. Gurdan, the Draenei that had taken close watch on her progress was a bit sad to see her leave. For a short moment it had felt as though he had a daughter. He had named her Telkana, since her amnesia prevented her from remembering much of anything. He had spent long nights at her sickbed, monitoring her every moment, but the time had now come to say their goodbyes. When Telkana had learned of the destruction the Draenei unintentionally caused to the land, she wanted to help nature and the creatures of this planet to rebuild strength, much as Gurdan had helped her. For she had at last, found something familiar. The breath of the wind as it brushed up on her arms, the rough earth beneath her hooves, the crystal clear water which was the first to return some color to her face and the warmth of the light which shone on her horns.