Yet More Backstory - The Loss

The headaches were growing worse.  Myzzi and I tried to research what could be causing them.   It didn't take us long to figure out it was tied to whatever happened the morning I couldn't remember, the first day I was ill.

I noticed my memory wasn't as good as it had been before, either.  Myzzi says I was starting to forget things, even little things, that were unusual.  Trying to think back more than a few days was a strain, and having an accidental "blurt" triggered a massive spike of pain.

No one really noticed to slight increase in misfiled papers, forgotten deliveries, or little accidents around the office.

Time and again, I went to the Clinic in Orgrimmar, wondering if I dared seek any help.  At last I did, speaking to one of the doctors there,  Knowles.  They tried to diagnose the problem, and came back with news:  I was tainted with fel magic.

Yet More Backstory - Running Away

It gets even harder from here to remember what happened.  What I know comes mostly from Myzzi, and strangely enough, the bossgnome.

And of course Renzly Silvertip, for whatever little help she's been.

I used the excuse of being ill for as long as I could to avoid seeing anyone except Myzzi.  The initial waves of headaches faded, though I continued to complain of them now and then, especially when Nozzel was around.

Yet More Backstory - A Bad Party

The party was a disaster.

I was nervous and fidgeting all afternoon and into the evening, picking at the hem of my dress whenever Ma wasn't looking.  Nozzel was waiting for me at when I finally arrived at the main hall to escort me to where our guests were waiting.

He smiled at me, graciously holding out a hand.  "You look lovely, Kezrin."

Blinding pain nearly crippled me at the sound of his voice.

Yet More Backstory - The Missing Morning

Everything from here on forward... I'm not very certain about.

Sometimes, I feel as if I have two sets of memories.  One that's easy to remember, and another one that's like trying to pick out details in polluted water, while fighting against a current.   In a lot of ways, it's easier just to be swept along the current and remember the things that come naturally.

By the easy way to remember things, my next memory is waking up more than year later, in Orgrimmar, surrounded by Myzzi and bunch of strangers.

But if I fight the current, I can remember waking up that afternoon, in my bed, in a state of panic I couldn't account for.

And if I fight even harder, then I know the truth: I woke up early that morning, just before dawn, to the sounds of the first birds chirping outside my window.

Yet More Backstory - The Arrangement

"Nostril Face."

"Frog Face."

"Nostril Face."

"Frog Face!"

"But his name sounds like Nostril,"  I argued.

"Yeah, but everyone has nostrils.  Not everyone has a frog face," Myzzi countered.

"Fine, you call him Frog Face, and I'll call him Nostril Face.  As long as we know whom we mean."

That seemed to temporarily satisfy Myzzi.

Yet More Backstory - Back Home

Ma was ecstatic.  She immediately began making plans to impress the Waxworths, dragging me into it every step she could, particularly since she didn't have her usual staff to help out.