He opens his eyes for the first time. He’s in an egg, his own world. It’s small, just enough room to wiggle around in. It’s nice, warm, comfortable, and safe. He is content, for a time. As he sits there, he wiggles now and then. It seems every time he does, the sound of a bunch of hooting, and howling, and chirping can be heard through the eggshell. He wonders if he’ll ever see what’s making all the sounds. He hopes so, because they sound friendly. One day he is trying to listen to the hooting, but it doesn’t sound right. He wiggles to try and hear better, but discovers something terrifying! His world is shrinking! (Or he’s growing, not too sure). He doesn’t know what to do! As he panics, he notices something else. It’s getting colder in here! All of a sudden, the loudest noise in the world echo’s through his egg! His whole world is turned upside down! Then back over, then upside down, then upright, and then it’s on its side. That’s when he sees it, a crack on the wall! It has a strange light shining through from the other side. He now knows what he has to do. He knows why he has this hard thing on his face. His beak, he thinks it’s called. He starts to peck at the crack, making it bigger. As the light gets brighter, fresh air fills his lungs. He breaths in deeply and lets out a soft howl. He starts pecking again, wondering to himself why he just did that. Then, he musters all his strength and bursts through the egg shell. At that point he knows the answer to all his questions. He stands proud knowing that, HE is a MOONKIN! His triumph is short lived though, as a giant metal tube is thrust into face.
“Ach! Junior! We got a live one ‘ere! An a wee one to boot!”
Ach? Was that his name? No, that is a silly name, and can’t be his. He’s not too sure, but he thinks the creature holding the tube in his face means him harm.
“Yeh wana take some pot shots at it? It’ll be a hard shot to land. Yer pa would find it a challenge.”
“Aye, I think I will. Give it a punt, and I’ll blast it out of the air!”
Maybe Punt is his name? No, that is also a silly name, especially seeing as getting a punt hurts. As he drifts through the air, he hears that loud noise again, and figures out it came from the tubes that the stumpy people carry. He knows for sure that the tubes are bad because when it made the loud noise a bird, which happens to have been flying next to him, suddenly explodes. He wonders what it’s like to explode, but decides that it’s a silly question and assumes that it hurts a bit more than being punted. As he lands, he figures out two things: One, these stumpy people are bad and mean him harm. And two, hitting a tree really fast hurts. He figures out a third thing as he stands up; that he can count to three! He lets out a hoot, proclaiming that moonkin are awesome. This was clearly a bad idea, seeing as the loud noise happens again and the tree above him explodes. He now decides running is awesome as well.
He’s been running for some time now, which surprises him seeing as he’s never even walked before. It must be because he’s a moonkin, which is awesome. As he runs, he begins to have some very philosophical thoughts. Who is he? What is his reason for being here? Where will he find the answers? When will he be able to stop running? Why is his stomach making funny noises? How did he get into this cave and not notice the big fuzzy thing breathing on him? Sadly his answer of being a moonkin didn’t really help with any of these. He then starts to think on his last question of the ‘How’. He looks up at the fuzzy thing and starts to hoot and chirp his question. The fuzzy thing roars loudly and bares its bear-like teeth. Perhaps that is his name? No, roar is a silly name. He is about to correct the fuzzy thing, but then the loud noise happens again and its bear-like face becomes an exploded-like face. He decides not to correct the not-so-fuzzy-anymore thing, and starts to run again.
Our little moonkin friends sighs as he walks along the shore. He was able to figure out the answer to one of his questions, the Why. It turns out that he is hungry, but that brings up new question; how does one stop being hungry? So many questions are before him. Maybe this blue, scaly thing can help him answer the questions. He walks up to it and chirps his first question. The blue thing just tilts its head and says “Murgle?” Is that his name? No, Murgle is a silly name. Well, maybe not for the blue things, but silly for awesome moonkins. He’s about to point this fact out to the blue thing, but that loud noise happens again. The blue thing then did a very good backflip, but had a very poor landing. It does a belly flop into the water and blows a few bubbles with a gurgle. Our awesome moonkin sighs and starts to run again, wondering if his questions do have answers. Hopefully there were, and they might very well be over by the lights in the distance.
“Ach! There ya are, yah little bugger!” It’s the stumpy thing with the bad tube! Our little moonkin decides that it would be awesome to run faster.
Now, this is my favourite part of the story. So, our little moonkin friend has been running for what seems like forever. The questions running through his head about as fast as he was running through the woods. He wishes that he could run faster, though, because he can hear the stumpy thing running almost right behind him. At this point, he starts to believe that his questions will never be answered. He can see a clearing up ahead and thinks that maybe he’ll just stop and wait for the stumpy thing, and see what it’s like to be exploded. As he enters the clearing, he sees her. The most beautiful woman in the world, with her long red hair, and beautiful white gown…
(The most beautiful woman in the world?)
Shh. I’m telling the story.
(Alright, alright. Please continue.)
Thank you. Now, he sees her. This may very well be the last chance he has to get at least a few of his questions answered. He runs up and starts hooting and chirping his questions as fast as he can.
“Woah, calm down there buddy.” She says with a smile. “You’re safe here with me now, so you can relax. You look hungry. Here, have a cookie. It’s chocolate, and I made it myself.” He looks up at her in awe, holding this, cookie thing. That was it, most of his questions were answered. Where; here. When; now. Why; He’s hungry. How; He eats the cookie thing. Who; the hardest question her had. Buddy. He was Buddy. It’s a silly name, but he likes it. He also really likes this cookie thing he’s eating, now that he knows how to eat.
“Where are yah, yah little bugger?! It’s time for Uncle Hemet ta blast yah!” the stumpy things yells from the woods. He’s sad now. He just got most of his answers, and he just met his most awesomest, most bestest friend in the whole outside world. Now though, it seems that it’s time to get exploded. He looks up at the woman and sighs, giving her a sad wave goodbye. She saw how sad he was and did what anyone would do. She hides him under her dress.
(Under your dress?)
Yeah, where else?
(By Elune… Go on…)
Kay, so, he was under her dress, and very surprised. This woman that he just met, the one that has been so kind to him, is now saving him. He could hear the stumpy thing coming out of the woods.
“Evening lass. Name’s Hemet Nesingway Jr.”
“Hi hi. My name’s Alieca Wind-Dancer, but you can just call me Ali.”
“Nice ta meet yah, Miss Ali. Tell me, yah wouldn’t happen ta ‘ave seen a wee little owlkin runnin around here, would yah? It’s gone rabbid, and we ‘ave ta put em down.”
Buddy thought to himself, I’m not a boring old owlkin, he’s a Moonkin! He wasn’t about to try and correct the stumpy thing, though. He just held onto the woman’s leg.
“Umm…” the woman starts, “I think I saw one in the mouth of a moonstalker a minute ago. Was kinda sad to see.”
“Ahh, what a pitty. I wanted ta bag it meself. Oh well, thank ya lass.”
“Was nice to mee you, Mr. Hemet. Elune watch over you.”
“You too lass. Take care.”
She… she did it. She saved him from the stumpy! Now, he has the answer to his last question. What is his reason for being here. He’s here to help protect this woman, like she protected him. But for now though, it’s nap time.
Or is it?
“It’s the end for today, Miss Wind-Dancer…” Commander Kerielle sighs. “If he wants to stay with you, it’s fine. For now. Have the druids look over him to make sure he’s healthy. Just, take good care of him Alieca…”
“Really?! It’s okay?! Thank you Miss Kerrielle! I’m gonna go home and tell him!” Alieca cheers, almost leaping over the Sentinel Commander’s desk to hug her. She then quickly spins around and runs home.
“Quite the story teller, that child. Kali, send in my next appointment, will you?”
Kerrielle quickly straightens up her desk, and looks up. Her eyes meet an odd sight. A dwarf, with a rifle slung over his shoulder. “Good day ta yah Commander.” The man says, “The name’s Hemet Nesingway Jr, and I’m happy to tell yah, I’ve taken care of yer problems.”
“Elune’adore Mr. Nesingway.” Kerriells responds, “Which problem are you referring to?”
“Yer rabbid wildkin problem. I know the postin was just for the one, but I decided to wipe them all out. Better ta be safe than sorry. Am I right?”
“Took em all out. One almost got away, but nature took its course and the wee one was eaten.”
“Elune give me strength…” Kerrielle rubs her forehead.
“Aye, no reward is necessary! Put it back in yer coffers. I know that your people were hit hard by the Cataclysm.“ The dwarf nods.
“Fine, just… go… How am I going to explain this to the High Priestess?”
“Well, ya can soften her up. I was able to take out a nasty cave bear that was attackin. Oh, and I blasted a murloc scout right in the face! Beauty of a shot. Sent it right arse over tea kettle. Ye might wana be tightenin up yer patrols.”
“What...?” Kerrielle looks up. “Um, thank you for your advice, Mr. Nesingway. That will be all.”
The dwarf gives a nod and walks out. Kerrielle sat there for a moment, processing what she had just heard. She then looks down at the “report” that Alieca had given her. “Kali, cancel the rest of my appointment today. We’re going for a patrol in Darkshore.”
“Oh, Commander. I just got my bean soup..”
Alieca smiles down at her little house guest. The baby moonkin sleeps, all wrapped up in a pile of embersilk. She tucks him in and whispers to him. “I spoke to Miss Kerrielle, Buddy. You get to stay with me for how ever long you want. I know a couple nice druids that we can go meet later. They’ll look you over, and tell me all I need to know to take good care of you. I guess I get to play mama for a bit.” She leans over and kisses his forehead. “Sleep well, my little Buddy. When you’re big enough, we’re going to go on so many great adventures.”