I sit in a small tent in the dark night of the desert. It's cold now,
but being a mage who can handle fire comes in handy, and I can hardly
feel it with my magic surrounding me. Soon I'll go out and gaze up at
the crystal clear stars again and just take in the beauty of this place;
a place that has changed my life entirely.
Who would have
thought that days ago when I joined a convoy going to Uldum that I
would have such an adventure? Beset by bandits, confronted by ancient
guardian races, undead, and even more ancient machinery? It has been a
journey the likes of which I have never encountered before. Prior to
this trip, I had spent a majority of my time in Silvermoon, catering to
the needs of our people, mingling with the other noble Houses and just
attempting to keep our people safe and orderly. How much of the world,
of life, have I truly missed out on?
I'm having fun! Am I
allowed to do such a thing in the greatest time of war and strife our
world has ever known? Should I be having an enjoyable time of being
kidnapped, nearly shot and a host of other unfortunate events that has
plagued this trip and our journey? I'm sure that if I were sitting back
in my Spire, thinking rationally about it that I would find the idea
ludicrous indeed! The most amusing thing is that I do not even CARE what
I or the others would have thought of it, I would not have given up
this journey for the world.
The things I've discovered,
the ancient relics that I've handled with my own hands have been
unbelievably thrilling. It is like when I first learned that I possessed
a gift for magic. Everything is bright and new and exciting! I feel the
urge to poke my nose into the most ancient tombs here, and to study the
Titan artifacts left behind so long ago! If I had no duties to attend
to I could easily spend one hundred years right here, never leaving this
region until all of its secrets were revealed to me. What a pleasurable
life that would be!
Sadly, duties do call, and soon I
will have to move on from this wondrous journey. As with my battles in
Hyjal though, I will carry a piece of this place in my heart forever.
I
think I'll sleep now, and rest my weary body so I can recover after all
of the bruises I've managed to acquire! The sounds of the shifting,
blowing sands will be my lullaby, and again I think I will sleep in
perfect peace.
No comments:
Post a Comment