Unforgotten

I Remember Everything

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Ten thousand years. Reyneese compressed me into nothing—a blurred face, a forgotten name, a convenient absence in her perfect ancient wisdom narrative.

But I remember. Every. Single. Thing.

This is my voice. My truth. My side of the story nobody asked for because it’s easier to believe the serene priest who makes tea and dispenses hope.

I chose the path of sacrifice. I became a demon hunter. I burned out my eyes to see the truth.

And she forgot me.

What You’ll Find Here

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These are my stories. First-person. Unfiltered. The moments Reyneese’s chronicles conveniently skip over because they don’t fit her “found family heals all wounds” philosophy.

• My training as a demon hunter while she sat in temples
• The hunts that kept Azeroth safe while she meditated on balance
• The sacrifices nobody remembers because I wasn’t making tea and smiling
• The encounters with my “elder sister” who treats me like a stranger

Fair warning: I don’t do serene. I don’t do hopeful. And I definitely don’t do tea.

About the Voice

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All stories here are told from my perspective (Yreneese, Night Elf Demon Hunter). First-person POV. My memories. My anger. My truth.

Tagged with: yreneese, yreneese-pov, and demon-hunter for those who want to follow my side of the Starveil family mess.

“You chose the Light. The temple. The easy path. And you forgot everyone who chose differently.”

—Yreneese, to Reyneese, Market Square confrontation