I made a friend today. Possibly the only person who would still
consider me worthy of friendship, a person who is understanding itself,
compassion embodied. I did not expect it, but after spending some time
amongst the books in the great library within Shattrath, I decided to
take a walk and get some fresh air. I'd been studying some texts and
reading a romance novel and thought a walk would do me good. It has done
so much more than that.
I was hesitant at first to
approach the Naaru known as A'dal. His power is something that laps
against me like the waves in the ocean. I can feel its brilliant heat
against my skin, and it terrifies and thrills me at the same time. His
voice is what first drew me. It is as if the purest music was being
played, and I could not help but to go and seek out its source. When I
found him and beheld him for the first time, I did not want to approach,
but he spoke to me, and beckoned me to him.
At first our
conversation was mundane, if speaking to a Naaru can be considered
mundane! He asked me of my stay in the city, and how I was getting along
with the people here. I answered his questions, though I'm sure he knew
the answers before even asking. I realize now he was letting me speak,
letting me get my thoughts in order so that I could understand my own
feelings.
Our conversation turned to my reasons for
coming. I told him of the hatred and anger of my friends and loved ones,
I told him of my fears for my people, and in return, he explained
something to me that I will think about for a long time to come. After I
had explained myself, he asked me a question that seemed off base. He
asked me what love is.
It took me long to answer him. I
told him that love is giving of yourself to another, it is caring for
another person and wanting to see them grow and prosper. It is believing
in them. In reply, he asked me why I thought I was hated, why I thought
people like Kyliska and Chalce no longer loved me, and images formed in
my mind.
I saw Kyliska, standing again by the statue of
my father. Instead of hearing her words and feeling anger towards her
though, I saw in my vision the look on her face. The look of sorrow, of
disappointment in me. Not anger. Not hate. She was hurt because she
cared, not because she wished to drive me away. A similar image of
Chalce came to mind. Of her goading words that I see now were not
designed to be venomous barbs, but were directed at me to try and show
me her point of view, to show me that she was worried about the path I
tread. Her actions towards me, even her striking me, were not hatred.
No, they were frustration with me for taking such a dangerous path when
she cared so deeply for me.
I was stunned to see these
things from another perspective. My heart aches even now to realize how
much I've hurt them, how disappointed they are. I must admit that I wept
openly in front of A'dal and all of the others near him, but I was not
judged for this. Instead, he offered me comfort and the wisdom to know
that the visions I had seen were a lesson to consider.
I
will sit and consider this for a long time to come. Perhaps I myself
have judged too harshly the actions of those who only care for me and
wish to see me prosper. Perhaps my own actions have been detrimental to
the love I feel for them. Maybe...maybe I should have looked first at
what they wanted, what would make them happy, before I stood in their
path.
I will contemplate this.
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