My first memories are of a safe and sound orphanage somewhere in Auberdine, surrounded by friends and caretakers. I, like the rest of us, had always known that our parents had perished in the wars and never really knew them. Unfortunately, the grim reality of war was about to crash into our lives.

The Horde, in one of their infamous raids, destroyed our orphanage and took a few of us prisoner. While I never knew what their purpose was for capturing young children, I do know they treated us better than other captured Alliance people that we saw. Not to say we weren't mistreated and at times even tortured, but it seemed like they were also trying to train us in their own insidious ways.

To cut a bit off of this long story (I do tend to ramble, hehe), one night, a ghostly wolf appeared one night to five of us and helped us escape our captors, and then led us to a safe village. My memories between the escape and our eventual arrival in Stormwind are hazy at best, but once there, the five of us decided we would train and join the struggle as Alliance adventurers.

While I don't know where the other are today, I do know that we are linked by our names. We all took new names before we split up, and we decided that all of our names would start with an X to remind us of our time in captivity. We took the last name of Unity to symbolize that even though we may be alone, we are forever linked to each other.

Finally, my goals for the present is just to have fun, make new friends, and search for clues as to how my brothers and sisters are doing, and to solve the mystery of the apparition that saved our lives that night.