And by Emikochan, Sathiel, Blood Efl Protection Paladin (She's adorable!)

Growing up in Silvermoon after the Sunwell crisis, Sathiel would often listen to stories of the Blood Knights' heroism, valour and redemption. She wanted nothing more than to join the paladin order herself when she grew up. As a young child, she wouldn't go anywhere without the wooden shield and falchion a woodworking relative had carved for her. Lady Liadrin, the matriarch of the order, in particular was her greatest hero. As she grew older, she eventually stopped carrying her wooden arms everywhere—what's cute behaviour for a child eventually becomes less acceptable—but she still made it a point to go watch as many parades and exercises as she could.
It was after one such parade that she took the shortcut that would change her life. The district she cut through was safe—Silvermoon is not a very dangerous city—but that day, she encountered a trio of older ruffians threatening and bullying a boy, much younger than her. Sathiel's thoughts were clear: it is a paladin's duty to protect the weak, and if she wanted to become a paladin, she needed to act like one. The boys, men nearly, were much bigger than her, but that didn't matter to her. She charged the nearest boy, knocking him to the ground, before turning to the other two. The bullies didn't seem to have expected a waifish girl to attack them. Surely, they could easily overpower her—they were at least twice her size—but they kept their distance, preferring to gesture threateningly at her. Sathiel took a step towards them and felt something warm trickle down her leg. The bullies looked surprised, but determined.
Sathiel took another step and feel forward. Her legs giving under her. The bullies now surrounded her. One of them kicked her in the chest hard enough to flip her over. As she turned, she saw a blurry figure in one of the hazy windows. Another bully moved to kick her, but stopped. One of his friends was pointing at the figure. They ran, disappearing in the summer day's fog. Sathiel tried to push herself up, but her hand slipped. She felt a sharp pain in her back when it hit the ground. Her hand was stained with red. She tried to call out for help but who would come? The building was gone. Had she dreamed it? All she could see was the red fog. Muffled sounds surrounded her as she lost consciousness.
When she woke up, Sathiel was lying in bed in an intricately decorated room. She propped herself up trying to understand where she was. The pain that should have stopped her was gone. The door started to open, the sounds of Sathiel rousing must have attracted whomever had brought her here. She gathered the sheets around her nearly naked body, suddenly aware of her vulnerable state. She hoped the stranger had good intentions. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined who was now entering her room.
Lady Liadrin, in the flesh, was standing in the doorway. A loud moan came from a nearby room, quickly turning to an interrupted scream. The paladin matriarch rolled her eyes and sighed as she shut the door behind her. Sathiel was at a loss for words. She wanted to tell Liadrin how much she admitted her, ask what she was doing here, what happened to her… Lady Liadrin sat on the side of the bed and shushed the blabbering young girl. What Sathiel had done in the streets was, to put it bluntly, stupid. Had Liadrin not been nearby, the young girl might never have recovered. Sathiel's heart sank. She was face to face with her hero and she was being lectured like a child. Liadrin paused to let her words sink in then told Sathiel to rest. She could stay in this room as long as she needed; someone would come to lead her home when she was ready.
As she opened the door to leave, Lady Liadrin turned back to the young girl. What she had done was stupid, she explained, but it was also very brave.
And the Blood Knights could always use more brave young elves