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Called to Serve

The people were bustling, hooves all sounding together against decorative floors. Word of the Xenedar's reappearance had spread quickly. In her years in exile, never had Korunae seen the Genedar's halls so packed. It made the ship seem small in a way she'd never seen it before. Warriors rushed to gather their weapons and armor, vindicators forming a line and hurriedly giving their hammers a polished shine. People gathered behind them, crowding into the ceremony hall in numbers surpassing any event before. The young girl's mother clung to her shoulder the whole time to prevent her from wandering too far and getting lost in the audience.

The excitement was not unfounded, the young Draenei knew. Though said in so few words, it was generally understood that when the Xenedar returned, it would be to recruit the destined, the chosen, and the favored to join their grand Army of the Light. Though most civilians did not wish to fight, having barely escaped Argus with their lives, they came to see which eager warriors would be selected and to give proper congratulations and farewells.

Without much announcement, a dim light filled the room, turning heads forward as the crowd went silent. A row of verticle golden beams soon formed, figures materializing from the very light they stood in. Koru was in awe of them - tall, proud Draenei, clad in glowing crystalline armor, their skin pale and adorned in golden tattoos and metalic strips, their hair a pure white and eyes a brilliant yellow. It took the girl but a moment to pick her jaw up off the floor and compose herself. They seemed to speak no words - at least, not any she could hear - but a few of these holy warriors stepped forward to inspect the soldiers. To the people's surprise, a man among them went into the crowd, a woman in decorative robes following behind him. The civilians parted to allow them room to walk, some muttering quiet prayers while others knelt in reverence. As they drew close, she could tell why. A sudden sense of elation and joy washed over her and made her head swim. It was as though the very Light itself was present to witness this occassion.

Koru's eyes were wide, staring up at the hulking man who walked down the parted row, stopping now and then to spare a glance toward the priestess behind him. As he drew near, the lady placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting his hooves to freeze midstep. He glanced in either direction before his towering golden gaze settled on the young exile peering up at him.

"How old are you, child?" his voice rumbled. Though it was low and gruff, Koru could swear she heard the Naaru singing their joyous, ringing melody between each syllable.

"Fifteen years..." she murmured in response to the giant before her. He spared an incredulous glance to the older woman behind him and recieved only a firm nod in response. Without hesitation, he turned to speak to the concerned mother with her arm over Koru's shoulder.

"We will train her," he said with an air of certainty. "When the time comes, she will be forged anew in the Light, and she will be a hero of our people."

The adult's arm curled slightly tighter around her daughter.

"She is still young..." she protested meekly, catching the eye of the priestess.

"She will have time to grow," the holy woman rebutted, her gaze turning down toward the prospective recruit. "It is decided by fate."

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