Whispers in
the Moonshade
The moon hung low over Azeroth, casting a pale silvery glow over the dense Moonshade Woods. Teldra stood at the edge of a clearing, her staff glowing softly with the energy of Elune. The whispers she'd been hearing over the last few days had guided her here. These weren't the comforting whispers of Elune but rather unsettling murmurs speaking of a growing darkness in the heart of the woods.
Following the whispers, Teldra stumbled upon an ancient Night Elf shrine, now tainted by an unfamiliar dark energy. As she approached, the very ground seemed to pulsate with malice, and the spirits of long-deceased Night Elf guardians emerged, their once-noble visages now twisted in agony and anger.
Realizing the shrine had been corrupted by remnants of the Dragonflight, Teldra took it upon herself to cleanse it. Calling upon her profound connection with Elune, she engaged in a fierce battle against the tormented spirits, not to destroy them, but to free them from their torment.
After an intense confrontation, with the power of her prayers and the might of her staff, she managed to cleanse the shrine, allowing the spirits to find peace once more. As the last spirit faded away, it whispered its gratitude to Teldra, revealing that the Dragonflight's taint had been spreading, hinting at a much larger conspiracy at play.
