How could they not see all the potential in you that they foolishly let go to waste? And you suffer needlessly because of it. I wish I could end that suffering, but I am in no position to do so. As a priestess the leader of the sentinels would never hear me on matters like this. I will give you what love and care I can while you allow it and give you a haven when the world is too much to bear. We outcasts have to stick together after all.

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The elder priestesses had always thought Nalayna had squandered her potential as a healer by walking the shadowy path. Truthfully, while she learned it out of necessity healing never really held her interest. What did was the darker path Elune offered. Shadow priests in those days existed but were far fewer in number than they are now. Years upon years ago when she broached the subject the elders they thought it a childish fantasy that would pass with time but it never did. She embraced the dark side of the moon goddess and never looked back.

Over the years that led to her having a certain reputation which made her a social pariah among her fellow priestesses. A fact that one landed her with a young guard she had never met personally, but had heard whispers of him from the others - Vaelrirn Duskweaver. The man who fit no pidgeonholed places traditionally given to males among the Kaldorei. In the beginning she simply thought him rough and angry, but to his credit he did his job well. Eventually she learned otherwise, there was simply so much pent up in that man that he did not know how to properly express it all. It took him a long time to trust her, a fact that did not surprise Nalayna in the least; when one spent their entire life being ignored or discarded that instinct developed for the sake of survival.

She loved him and he loved her in his own way, or so she figured. Neither of them ever said it with words after all. Words held little meaning for those like the two of them, words were what condemned them after all. To most Kaldorei Vaelrirn was an oddity, but to her he was quite the opposite...he was a treasure. A little glimmer of light in her dark life. She tried her best to make sure that he knew that and to not hold him back from what he wanted for himself. Had he been the kind of man that would remain with one woman alone she might have asked him to stay with her forever, but he wasn't and Nalanya did not want him to change for anyone...even for her. To change him would make something less than he truly was and deserved to be.

It was during the battle for Hyjal that Nalayna met her death. She had foolishly struck out on her own to deal with a pack of demons and while she did some damage, she paid for it with her life.