We’ll be posting all five of the winning entries from our Fan Fiction competition over the next few days. Here is the first one by semiiramiis, enjoy 
I was born from greatness. I was forged from a crucible of hatred, and emerged untouched. I was born in a time of loss and despair, and I have known only love. I was born from a union of enemies, and made stronger from their differences. I have never clapped eyes on the on the worlds my parents called home, but their names…Draenor, Azeroth, sing to my heart. I was born here, in the great city state of Draenath, ten years after my parents fell to the earth in a torrent of fire and a great thundering explosion.
A dragon, wheeling in the purity of the skies above, cavorted through the brash column of light which enamanated from my mother’s Temple, thrown from the naaru residing there, and I watched it play. This world hid in the darkness that the Burning Legion had never penetrated, safe and strong, a sanctuary to hide my parent’s army within. And such an army it is, such a world of power of wonder, so willing to be led by those most unlikely to rule. My father was of royal lines, a Sunstrider, but his youth had been dissolute, filled with wastrel activities and a lust to gain power of a strictly arcane variety. Only after the crash here, when his powers had made the difference between life and death, when he had held the glory of responsibility of my mother’s people, and this world, within his hands, had he risen to the challenge of leadership. Only then had he become a man, and a king. My mother brought the loyalty and unbending will of the path of the exiles to his side, no royal lines or vaunted blood for the Draenei, only a family steeped in service and sacrifice. The Draenei have no queens,they lead but do not rule, but queen is what my father calls her, and it is most certainly what the armies call her.
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I am my father’s daughter, an Archmage with all of the power of the blood of the Sunstriders, combined with the blessed lines of the servants of the Naaru. I am a child of Draenath, raised to face down the Burning Legion. Our scryings tell us that the majority of my mother’s people made it safely to Azeroth, so far from here, lost in the space between worlds. They wait for us, without knowing that we are here, knowing only that their Prophet has foreseen our coming. I turned away from the window, studying the portal runes marking the floor behind me. We stand so closely to our return, but I could not allow the rush of that knowledge to make me careless. Magic of this nature moved at its own time, and caution was my companion.
“It is close.” My father breathed, and I raised my eyes to his. He was the only Sin’dorei survivor of the crash he had been more than partially responsible for. While the majority of my mother’s people had been protected by their berthing pods, the Sin’dorei stuggling to retake Exodar had not been. So, he stood alone, always an outsider. He was beloved by my mother, who smiled at him with her lips, her eyes, her very soul. He was respected to the point of deification by her people, those whom he had saved and brought through alive, but he was still not draenei. He was king, general, highest archmage in the lands, but there was a quiet distance he could not keep at bay by his blatant hubris and perverse temper. Only with my mother, and his children, did it fade away.
“It is indeed, Papa. But now is the time we must be most careful.” I noted, studying the runes pensively. The closer we got to establishing the Azeroth foothold, the more care we must pay.
“Exactly, my daughter.” He agreed, stepping from the shadow he had lurked within, and the brilliant sun played over his blood copper hair. “Even if we were certain we had the locking runes in place, we cannot open the gate until we are ready to deploy.” He twisted his narrow lips in thought, his ears relaxing as he considered. He wore the colors of my house, the colors of the royal line of Draenath, the same bold crimson and golden yellow that I wore. While my eyes were a glowing teal, his were a true emerald, lit from the power of his soul and the power it channeled. “But soon…very soon…”
Yes. Soon, very soon, this portal before me, which I had worked upon for eight years, would open and Velen’s Army of the Light would leave the sanctuary of Draenath and travel in force to Azeroth.
I am Sariah. My blood is the blood of Sin’dorei royalty and the greatest of Draenei lines. I am born from greatness, raised in the Light, and I am worthy.
Sooo… Sariah is a Draenei / Blood Elf hybrid??
And her father was one of the BE’s that sabotaged Tempest Keep?