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- Theryl Miller-Duskwind
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Matron Florence says I ought to write more. “You're a lady now”, she says. “You need to be able to write”, she says. She's probably right, I guess. I tried to tell her I couldn't think of anything to write about. “Write about yourself”, she says. Here goes.
Mam and Da had a farm up near Brill, guess that makes me Lordaeronian by birth, although I mostly live in Stormwind these days. We didn't have much, but I never knew how poor we were until I started coming into some money. Even so, we were better off than some - always had clean clothes and enough to eat. Got my hair and my temper from Mam. Poor Mam, I know she had a time of me. Fought all the time until I got married, though things did get better after that.
Let Pete Miller talk me into bed. Not that it was hard, he was a handsome devil; quite the talker too. We got married after I started to show. Little Maybelle came along about six months later. I was probably too young for marrying, really. But I was in love, and keen to get out of the house – not to mention generally headstrong and willful.
Didn't hear much about the wars or nothing. My two oldest brothers got taken for the army – never did find out what happened to them. Then the Plague came. Only a few folks got it at first, but things started to go bad real quick. Mam and Da and my little brother Billy died of it. It was quick, fortunately. We burned the house with the bodies inside to make sure they wouldn't come back.
Pete and I decided to leave then. What with the Plague and the Prince's men killing folks at random, just wasn't safe no more. We hooked up with some other folks we knew and headed south. We'd heard that things were better down in Arathor. It was a hard trip, but not too bad until the bandits hit us. Looking back now, I can see we walked right into an ambush.
I don't remember much of what happened, and that's a mercy. I remember Pete yelling at me to run. I remember hiding in some bushes and praying Maybelle wouldn't cry. I remember hearing the screams of women being raped. And I remember finding Pete's body. The rest of it's a blur.
There were only about seven of us left. We scrounged what food the bandits had left, buried the dead as best we could, and kept heading south. It started snowing that night. I lost track of time in there somewhere. Just a haze of walking, cold and hungry. Maybelle died one night – don't remember when, she just didn't wake up one morning. At least it was peaceful. There were only four of us left when a patrol from Hillsbrad found us.
Not a happy story, but a common one. That's when I decided to learn how to fight. I ran once. I ain't running no more.
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