And Genna, Human Demonology Warlock

Genna was only a toddler when the Orcish Horde sacked Stormwind and forced its citizens into exile. Her earliest memories are of the long march to Lordaeron and of the stories of nobility and manor life her mother told her to distract her from her hunger and exertion. The nights in the streets of Lordaeron were harsh. They were harsher still after the death of her mother. Alone, orphaned in a foreign city, the only thing keeping her going was the idea of returning to Stormwind, of returning home and claiming her birthright, her titles, her holdings. She was too young to join the expedition to retake Stormwind in the Second War, but by her 19th birthday, with the rumours that a new Horde was rampaging in the Lordaeron countryside, she decided the time had come for her to return to her ancestral home.
By then, Genna had become a talented, if self-taught, young mage. Upon arriving in Stormwind, she found an apprenticeship under the tutelage of one mistress Ursula Deline and rented a room above a tavern in the Mage Quarter. With her immediate needs taken care of, she started petitioning the House of Nobles for her family's titles. It took several months for her to receive a response, months during which she continued her studies and sent numerous additional letters hoping to expedite her case. The answer she received was not what she was expecting. The House of Nobles had no records of her family estate.
The incompetence of the nobles infuriated her. How hard could it be to find a noblewoman's family tree. She sent yet another letter to the House of Nobles appealing their findings and elected to the a few hours to do the job they were supposed to do herself. She visited the records office daily before and after her apprenticeship, poring over records of marriages, births, land purchase, looking to find just a thread to use as proof to the House of Nobles. She was not alone in her search. Other men and women were in the same position. The orcish occupation had done ravages to Stormwind's record keeping and everyone laid claim to whatever they could. Most were delusional, she noticed. One particularly disheveled man claimed to be Nielas Aran, looking to recover "his rightful title" as court conjurer. Others didn't give their name, keeping to themselves until they found a particularly juicy estate they could claim as their own. Most left the castle in chains, led to the Stockades for having claimed to be the very noble hearing their appeal.
Days turned to weeks, then months. Over time, the crazier regulars stopped coming. Then the more legitimate ones. Soon, Genna was the only person regularly scouring the records. Her only company were the record keeper and the occasional peasants with a minor border dispute. Her studies were starting to suffer. Mistress Deline kept her longer and longer, only to arrive at the same results as at the beginning of her apprenticeship. Her night time research wasn't bearing any more fruits. In frustration, she knocked the scrolls off her table. As she fumed, the aging record keeper cleaned the mess and asked her what she was trying to find in these increasingly unrelated texts. Broken down by the months of fruitless research, Genna told the old man she was looking for records of her mother's House. When she told him her name, a tiny spark of recollection ignited in his eyes. The name did seem familiar. Genna's mother was indeed named in one of the numerous record books, all that mattered was to find it. The record keeper told her he would try to find the book on his own time. Genna finally had a thread to hold on to.
The thought of being so close to her goal reignited the passion in Genna's heart. She redoubled her efforts in magic, to her mistress's delight. She renewed her appeal to the House of Nobles, claiming she would soon have the proof she needed. At first, nothing changed. The old record keeper was busy and didn't have much time available to search the more obscure records based on a vague recollection.
Finally, after still more months of painstaking research, Genna arrived at the records office to the sight of the record keeper beckoning her over to a table where he and another man pored over a thick book. The man introduced himself as Lord Wishock. It was he who had finally found the missing record. Genna's heart sank when she saw the contents of the book. Rather than a family tree or a history of nobility, her mother's name was finally found in Lord Wishock's old employment records. Genna's mother used to be the Lord's maid and wet nurse.
Genna left the office without a word. There had to be a mistake; after years of looking through these musty scrolls and books, it couldn't end this way. As she walked by the canals, her despair turned to denial, then to rage. The real records must have been destroyed by the orcs when they had occupied the city. Lord Wishock had to have falsified the records he had "found" or so he claimed.
The next day at her apprenticeship, she poured her rage and wrath in her magic. Mistress Deline looked on with a smile. Genna was finally ready for her real training.

Art also by Emikochan. There's two little easter eggs in that story (one is very obvious). Can you find them?