A Few New Powers

--The paper of the book seem fragile, the edges a little crisp to the touch. Each word looks more like a scorch mark rather than ink, though there are a few drops of the smooth black liquid at the top of the page.--

Dear Journal,

Of all the times for something strange to happen to me, I wish this one could have waited until after the festival of flame. After every odd iccident, after all the mishaps, this ... curse should stop invading me! I can't even write properly!

The element of fire, constructive, destructive, living death, dying life, is what I have flowing through me. It doesn't feel right, this corruption to my natural current of energy, and I hate it. I hate that I could have this type of energy to bend to my will, it isn't right, it isn't natural. I didn't ask for this, I don't want it.

And of all times, why the Fire Festival?! Everyone is so excited over the flames of their home and keeping them lit, but having that kind of fire inside me hurts and I want nothing to do with it!

... oh journal, what am I to do? I know that I need to learn to control this energy, not blow it off like last time I had such powers within me. Magick is a curse, just like the Scourge! It doesn't belong, it doesn't need to be in this world. If no one had ever found a way to pull energy from the twisted nether then we wouldn't be in any mess and Azeroth might have never been through such destruction.

No ... I have to control what is inside of me this time or it will consume me from the inside. But, what happened? I don't even know how I got this power ... I don't know where it came from. I sent Lyncis and Meana away until I find a way to hold this energy without destroying all that I love.


I saw Jasper yesterday at the Sun; he was being as nice as ever. He ... well he said he missed me, and that he had been worried about me. I know ... I told you before that he doesn't like women ... I just wish there was an exception.

... What am I saying?! I don't like Jasper! I can't like him ... he likes someone else and is all day-dreamy and childish and ... gah! He frustrates me sometimes with how naive he can be. But, well I guess I can be like that as well. I just wish things were different.

No signs of anyone else; even Dimetri hasn't shown his smooth face at the Dalaran house. It is a shame really ... I need someone of his skill to help me. Actually, I need someone of his skill so I don't have to accept that Shryndael slave-trading monster's offer to be my teacher. I don't want to get anywhere near that woman besides social chatter at public events. I don't need my allies to think me a traitor; I am already going to have enough trouble explaining my sudden use of magic to the Tauren.

This is going to be a long month ...

[[ Well I don't really have my accout right now due to lack of money, so a friend is letting me use their account a certain times of the day. Moriureya is my currently level 7 mage on that account. This is the beginning of why she is suddenly a mage. ]]