<span style="color: darkred">"A Loa destroyed your body? I find that highly unlikely, you are more powerful than any of us could hope to be. And you would make a better ally than enemy." </span>She shrugged at the mention of Orcs and crossed her legs again.<span style="color: darkred"> "Orcs are little more than animals, even their ideas of honor are a joke... not that Trolls are much better, at least Orcs usually do not eat each other."</span>After a moment of silence she stood up and walked to the center of the room to look down at the image of Azeroth.<span style="color: darkred"> "It seems so small and insignificant from here, and yet I have seen so little of it. I have a request, if you would indulge me. When we are done here, do not send me back to my realm, I want to be sent to the world as a mortal. I want my childhood back, I want to experience life to its fullest, I want to be free. Damn the Trolls and their Loa, damn tradition and those that follow it. I refuse to submit myself to those that would sacrifice children and force them into godhood."</span><br/><br/>Elerona reached over and stroked Zelina's cheek with the back of her hand.<span style="color: darkred">"You're more forgiving than I could ever be, and for that I'm thankful." </span>She shook her head and smiled.<span style="color: darkred">"Don't worry, I'll help her get through it and we'll be able to put this all behind us in no time. How do you think I got those potions? This is the first time I've left your daughter's side since you fell asleep on the couch. She came up and reamed me for not being a better guardian. I asked her for advice for apologizing and she gave me those. Mmm, oh and Rayne is doing fine. She and Claire got caught... frolicking out in the woods by a Farstrider and got dragged back here with a heavy fine. I already covered it but those two are going to work off their debt and repay me, with interest."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>