World of Warcraft: ChroniclesMy name is Khaira.
I don't have a last name. I never have. According to the man who found and raised me, a blind but very wise and intelligent seer, my parents were killed by the Defias Brotherhood. My parents were killed on the road while they were fleeing with me. The Defias left, knowing that I wouldn't be able to divulge what they had done, and that I would most likely die before anyone found us.
How wrong they were.
I grew up and lived in the city of Stormwind with the same seer who found me on that day. His name is Kendric, and I really did believe anything and everything he had to say. Everything he had predicted before has happened. There was one thing that he wouldn't tell me, and that was when he was going to die. I remember when I was a little girl, with her very own magician, always asking him "Kendric, when are you going to die?" He would smile and pat my head gently, speaking to me softly, "In due time, child. Do not worry about such frivolous things." I would always g