Prologue
“It’s not that we don’t care very much for our daughter” dfff dfff dfff “she’s our” dfff dfff “only child” dff “But….” dfff dfff
“Wyspi dear, please stop that” calls a male voice.
The young gnome sat on a small chair in the corner bashing a wooden doll with a spanner looks up at the man, a small smirk on her face.
“I hope you can understand, I’m sorry” the female voice finished, breaking a little.
To the present
Wyspi didn’t really understand why she was left at the house that night, she presumed it was like when she went ‘round Aunt Oma’s and that mum and dad would be back in a few days. She ignored the others that she shared a room with, preferring to take the toys she had brought with her apart.
A few weeks passed, and slowly she got used to life in the orphanage accepting the stares and comments about her height and 4 fingers from the other children. She didn’t really like them, but as long as they kept out of her way a sort of truce developed, there were times when some of the others would steal her spanner or the older human children would put things above her height so she couldn’t reach it.
Once she reached the age of 12 she was allowed out with the matrons in Stormwind, it was on one trip to the lakes around Goldshire that she found a small pamphlet written by an Apricot Wingepicket, she took the pamphlet back to the orphanage and there one of the friendlier matrons showed her how to read the words written. From that moment on she was determined to meet the girl who seemed to be leading a revolution, she took a job in the flower shop and began to save money to journey to Coldridge to meet her idol.