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.

*This page in the journal is speckled with drops of water, the words runny and splotched.*

He wanted to help me. We now make our way to Dalaran, and it is too cold to write. I mark this day in this journal for future generations alone... should anyone ever read these words, he is learning. I am optimistic. I hope it is enough.

By the Light I hope it is enough.

*The rest of the page is blank*

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I wonder at my last entry... it feels as if an eternity has gone by since I penned those desperate words. Even though it has been naught but a few days, so much has changed, I can hardly begin to calculate. All the possible futures I have foreseen up until now have shifted in some unfathomable way, altered irrevocably by the choices myself and others have made this week. It is a disturbing prospect to think my hand in affairs may well affect the course of the future.