The Exodar was hurtling through the maelstrom of the Twisting Nether, spinning, out of control. Panic everywhere, pure terror in the heart of every member of her family bar one - and Jessalynn clung to her indomitable father with all her strength. He wore a grim and determined look on his face, but his eyes were cold with rage. Rage at the Blood Elves, for their obvious sabotage and cowardly ways. It was their fault, their hate that had caused all this.
Suddenly there was a flash of bright white outside, as the craft smashed into the atmosphere of Azeroth and began to burn with all the heat of a star. Jess met her father's gaze, and through difficult tears he spoke - "I cannot protect us any more. Not against this. I love you all. Be strong, Jessalynn. Believe in yourself above all else! Protect your family and your people!" She had never been more scared in her life. Her father's words rang in her ears, he was shouting above the din. Everything shook. Everything began to crack - the walls, even the very air around them. Her poor siblings were mere feet away with her mother. She reached out to them. They all looked to the viewport at once - and everything shattered as they hit-


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Jessalynn sat atop one of the giant jawbones outside the Razorfen Downs. Picking quillboar teeth from her shield, her face was drawn and calm. Her companions stood around her, preparing for the battle to come. She thought of her father, with his face so cold. He would not have wanted her to cry, or mourn or even stop being who he knew she was. He would have wanted her to be strong like he was. Organised and level-headed like her Mother. Intelligent and quick-witted like her two younger brothers, and kind like her elder sister. They were all gone now, and it was her burden and her yearning to live for them. She had picked herself from the wreckage of the Exodar, and seen the death and carnage the crash had brought to her people. She ached from fighting, and longed to stop. But it couldn't stop. Not while the horde threatened her new homeland. The prophet Velen had spoken to her, as well as many other Draenei to encourage them to forge new alliances in this world and strive to help those in need. It was as much a privilege as an obligation to fight the Horde.

She blinked twice and shook herself. Daydreaming again. Smiling, she rapped her sword against her shield and leapt to her hooves. She could focus her rage, her hate and her fears. She had learnt so much since setting out from the Azuremyst Isles. She roared - "Right! Enough sitting around. These undying scum won't slay themselves!"

With a cheer, they charged into the Downs...