April 1, 1999 at 6:32 pm, a time that is forever fixed in my memory as the point I died and ceased to exist as I once was. A drunk driver desecrated my spirit, corrupted my body and soul, and brought me back as a whirlwind of torment and hatred. My physical body no longer responded to my wishes and I was left in a mangled state, tortured by pain, anger and hatred. My only hope for salvation was to adapt to my new being and adapt to a world I no longer properly fit into. In the 2 years of hospitalization that adapation slowly took place, I learned to control my body and not let it control me, my injuries do not define me, my soul and heart define me and while I lost many abilities, I gained many more in return. While I continue to this day to battle, the battles are mere hurdles. To those who wish to stand in my way, I will roll over you. I have no tolerance for those who say "It cannot be done", as I will find a way to get it done.
You gain strength, courage in every experience in which you stop to look fear in the face. You must do that which you think you cannot do.
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| Always Vigilant |
Feliciana
The Story in question can be found here: http://www.wowwiki.com/Sylvanas_Windrunner
