I was born in Eversong Woods to simple Quel’dorei farmers. We were a small family, my mother, Lucyntha, my father, Kal’danas, my elder brother Sin’danas, who everyone called Fikkle, and myself.
I was named after my mother’s father, who had been a hunter of quite some fame in Quel’Thalas, and as a child growing up, I always looked to him as my own personal hero. When I was old enough to handle myslef, he took me on a hunting trip with him in Eversong Woods, and since that day, I have wanted nothing more than to be a hunter. I went on many trips with him after that, and since we shared our name, his hunting partners took to calling him ‘Big Xindi’ and me ‘Little Xindi,’ and everyone has called us that ever since.
I continued to hunt with my grandfather until the invasion of the scourge. When word came that the Scourge had invaded Quel’Thalas, my grandfather and I were travelling south to meet an old friend of his, Hemit Nesingwary Sr., for a hunting expedition in Stranglethorn Vale. He told me to go on without him and meet with the expedition and that he would return after the Scourge had been defeated. I did as he asked, but I never saw him again.
When he arrived in Silvermoon, he had been asked to be one of the guards of the Sunwell, such was his repute as a skilled hunter. It was there that he fell in battle, one of the last to be slain before the Scourge destroyed it, I was told. The loss of the Sunwell was felt by all the natives of Quel’Thalas, but the subsequent loss of my grandfather, struck with me a deep grief that sunk into severe depression. I continued on with the expedition, if it could be called that. I followed the expedition so long as they moved the camp, for that is where I stayed each day as the others set out on the hunt.
It wasn’t until Hemit finally sat down and told me of how he had met my grandfather that things began to change for me:
“On our first hunt together,” he began, “we had been tracking the same beast, but we were far from hunting together. When we each realized the other was after the same target, we began to hamper each other’s attempts to track it. We would disarm each other’s traps, fire our weapons while the other was stalking to scare the beast away. We did all sorts of underhanded things to ensure that the other hunter did not catch the beast first.”
“It wasn’t until your grandfather came to my camp and proposed that we both hunt the beast together that our rivalry ended,” he said. “I was wary of his intentions that day, but I ultimately decided to go along anyway. When we finally tracked the beast down again, Big Xindi then offered to let me kill it, if I would aid him in finding another for himself,” he finished, allowing me to take in what he’d said.
“Your grandfather thrilled in the hunt,” he continued again, “not in the trophy. He’s taught me a great many things over the years, but that first lesson I learned from him, I’ve never forgotten. I knew your grandfather well, and I knew how proud he was of you. I also know that he would never want you sitting here, grieving forever. He would want you to be out there, immersing yourself in the thrill of the hunt, just has he had.
I realized that Hemit had been right, and the next day I rejoined the hunt. Shortly after that, another Quel’dorei hunter joined the expedition. Dorio, as he is known claimed he was now Sin’dorei, in honour of all those that had been slain by the Scourge, and that Quel’Thalas was following a new leader, Kaelthas Sunstrider. I decided immediately that this was the way I would honor my grandfather, by taking up the cause of the Sin’dorei.
Dorio and I hunted together for a long time in Hemit’s hunting expedition. As we were both very young, we asked Hemit to teach us all that he knew of being a hunter. He was willing to teach us and we both hunted together with him as our mentor until he told us that we would need to return to Quel’Thalas for more formal training as official Hunters of the Sin’dorei.
Dorio and I left the expedition together, but we both had things we needed to attend to back Quel’Thalas. I decided that I should return to Silvermoon City first, to search for my brother. I had received word that although he was badly injured fighting the Scourge, he had recovered and taken up the ways of the magi. When I arrived at the new gate’s to Silvermoon City, I was awed at how much had been restored so quickly. The new gates to Silvermoon had been named Shepherd’s Gate and I decided to speak to one of the guards at the gate to help in my search.
I told him that I was a young hunter returning from my training and that I was looking for my brother, Fikkle. When the guard heard the name, he immediately smiled and told me that he knew him well. He gave me the address where I could send mail to my brother and wished me well in finding him.
I thanked the guard, who had told me his name was Steeve, and I went to the Silvermoon Inn and sent a letter to Fikkle. My brother arrived the next evening and we decided to celebrate. Before we retired for the evening, however, he told me of a new guild that he had helped to found with others that he’d met in his journeys. It was called the Day of Reckoning, and he invited me to join in their cause of rooting out the evil and the weakness within the Horde to make it stronger.
Honored by the offer, I immediately accepted and we drank a toast together, then retired for the evening. We would have another long day ahead, and it was time that I joined the battle with the rest of the Sin’dorei.