(2021-03-09) Anareline's Unsent Letters , Letter 1

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Author:	Alli
Summary:	A first letter, to her son Celaven
Rating:	T for Teen

Chain: Anareline's Unsent Letters

Dearest Celaven,

I do not expect you to ever read these letters, as I have no address to which I might send them. You flitter about the world, as if you were a moth attracted desperately to the brightness and noise of the younger races. Nevertheless, as I am no longer immortal, it may come to pass that I will one day die and you will be left behind. In that case, perhaps you may find in these papers a better understanding of your mother than you carry with you during my life.

I have made a home in Teldrassil now, though I still count my time here in mere hundreds of days. This tree is a poor imitation of Nordrassil, and I fear already that it is failing. It is a balm to know that I was able to raise you in a better place, free of corruption, and that you knew happiness before the demons inevitably returned to steal it from us yet again. We will not need demons to destroy this home, it seems, unless we are able to shift the path of this tree from its inauspicious beginning.

In your letters, you always ask why I do not join the Sentinels and lend my aid to the defense of our lands, as I am so concerned with the safety of our people and lands. I do not know if my explanation will prove sufficient, but I will lay it down here. I would happily use all the power and skill at my disposal to defend our people, but I am not willing to be a toy to be dashed against the rocks by those who consider their games more valuable than my life. Tyrande Whisperwind seems a just and capable leader, but I cannot place my trust in her.

You are too young to remember the Sundering, little one, and to you I am sure Queen Azshara is only a figure of nightmare who brought destruction upon our civilization. You may know, but cannot feel in your heart, how she was loved and trusted. She was powerful and beautiful, and it was hard to imagine that she could go so very far astray. When one such as her, or Tyrande, falls off their path, the destruction they leave in their wake can ruin worlds. You may think thousands of years is long enough to soften this memory. I assure you that it is not. You are young, and do not yet understand.

It lightens my heart to hear you are well in your travels. For now, I will continue my efforts to improve this new tree, but perhaps it is time that I also sought my happiness elsewhere.