Wyrmrest Temple
Letters from the Front #2
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A Letter from the Front
Dear Chane, (do I have to call you Mr. deCouer?)
Your letter cheered up a gray and freezing day. Thank you. I'm not normally much of a writer either, but now that the action's died down, maybe it will calm my nerves. I've been sitting here till my feet go numb, trying to imagine myself back to the dock outside the Faire and into a pair of warm arms.
Ye gods, I'd forgotten the cold. I've got my old fur-lined gloves and scarf, but it doesn't matter how many layers you wear. The cold sneaks through everything. Probably doesn't help that we've got trenches dug into the frozen ground to get us out of sight of the Twilight casters. We don't have enough fuel for heat or cooking. We don't have the right kind of shelters. The healers spend more time on frostbite than combat injuries. We were not ready for this.
Stormy Skies
It's been a crazy week. I was in an aerial battle alongside the Accord, had an audience with Alextrasza herself, and have been fighting on three fronts in Icecrown!
I thought I'd be more scared of the Life-Binder. Even someone as dense as me can feel the power she holds, but she's so... gentle. I thought her being the guardian of life was more of, you know, a vague magic thing, but she said she's known be since before I was born... and I knew it was true. I think she must feel the joy and suffering of everything alive, everywhere, all the time. I'm kind of amazed she isn't crazier than Malygos, considering everything that's happened since the Dark Portal opened, but she must be so strong! I can't imagine carrying that burden at all.
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Descent into Madness: Part 4- The Bronze Dragonshrine
We made it to Dalaran. Words fail to describe the happenings of our journey, but his potential is indeed terrifying. I have not yet seen my fate altered in his hands. My attempts at refining may well be in vain, but I continue to work with him. I continue to teach and demonstrate what it means to be a Bronze, and also an elf. I continue to push him to let go of his anger, his hatred, and embrace this new life. I continue to impress upon him the importance of family and the nature of raising a child. I continue to remind him that Amina is not his enemy.
My love for my one and only son grows each day. I never thought it possible to embrace my own failure in this fashion, but this bond surpasses all I have experienced. I gladly give my life, so that my son may finally find himself in the heart of this mess. I give my life so he can see his mistakes, and grow into the role I abandoned to save him. All my hopes, all my dreams... lay in his hands.
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Vita Ex Ignis
She had been terrified of him..
In the aftermath of his brutal attack on the humans of the Scarlet Onslaught, his mind had recoiled at the rancor and glee with which he'd ripped them apart. He'd become death again; the evil in his heart set free of its cage when he'd needed it. It had returned there willingly. This time, he thought. He'd saved her from certain death; she was his everything, his reason for continuing to lead this damned existence. And yet, she'd fought him; yelled and scratched and bitten, and still the only thought that repeated in his head were her words. My hands will always be stained with blood. It is.. fate.
"Get away from me, monster!"
