Awakening (Part 2)

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Gazing out into the city atop the steps of the bank, dressed in clean, but shockingly loose fitting clothing due to her recent, rapid weight loss, Sariella contemplated her first move.
The young Blood Elf had considered, briefly, crumpling to the floor, and feel sorry for herself, as thoughts of those she had abandoned spun in her mind, almost causing her to stumble. She shook it off. She had to be strong. The only way she could ever make it up to herself, to those she'd abandoned, certainly wasn't to wallow in self pity.
Deciding the first thing she should do was walk the streets, she took off. She'd never feel comfortable living with herself until she was satisfied others were comfortable merely being in her presense. She'd already been rather astounded that no one seemed to recognise her, hardly a glance in her direction, other than that of a few who looked more worried for her, and her current state, than worried about bringing her to justice.
Not long after leaving the bank, however, her attention was drawn toward center of the city. A lot of commotion surrounding a new construct of some sort. She ran towards it, her heart pounding in her chest, her feet weak, a lack of fitness willing her to slow down, begging her to stop.
The statue of that bastard Paladin, as if all the glory of the Lich King's defeat were his, was what all the fuss was about. Her eyes darted around upon reaching the site, looking for a plaque, or some kind of acknowledgement to those who had fallen at the Citadel. Her eyes almost clenched as she scowled with anger, past her dizziness, and a slight, white haze that had settled over her vision as she swayed side to side, her fatigue evident to those around her.
There was none, save for 4 smaller, almost insignificant statues of 2 identical humans, and 2 identical orcs.
She swore never to return to Northrend, as she spun on her heels, destined to return to her much-missed homeland, of Quel'thalas.
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