I have learned much in my travels, and yet I still feel so lost. This feels like the dream, giant bloom plants are abundant, they are so large I can even hide from the rain under their petals. The beautiful pink one can hold much water in its center. This world feels so full of magic, there are traces of it everywhere and so many people using these gifts. Some how I knew about the fire and water, I can bend them to my will and wheeled them effortlessly. Each time I use them I learn more and more and learn more and more new spells along the way. I have worked to harness the power of the dragon, to learn how to fight them one day. Dragon claw's burst forth from my daggers, and my foes don't stand a chance. I find joy in the power, it is almost overwhelming, there is so much I can do and I've barely learned anything. I know nothing and yet I already know so much. My people enemies do not stand a chance, with one fell swoop, I strike them down one by one. They will not stand in the way of my wyld hunt. My new home seems to be full of murderous beasts, everywhere they lay in wait. Some seem so strange even to a newborn, the beasts known as Breeze Riders are like nothing I have learned about, creatures unknown by some, and they flow with magic. They do not use their legs to walk, instead they use them to attack, how strange they are, and yet I so badly do I wish to tame one. In the darkness my body glows with light, I am the light to my path. Everything I need to survive is already inside me, I just have to master it, to bring my mind into place with my abilities and forge a new path. There is so much power in me that I wonder if I can harness it all, can I really take control of all of this? Can I fulfill my destiny? Even as I walk alone I feel strong, and ready to help my people. I have seen ones that do not look like me but have been told we are friends, and are working together to fight a great evil. So much has happened before I was born, cities were destroyed and rebuilt, lands were torn apart, and changed. I wish I would have know what things were like before, but all I can do is listen to the stories. A great many things have happened to Tyria over the years and I cannot wait to explore their mysteries.
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I want to be heroic and fearless, but now that I've left the comfort of the Eversong Woods it is hard. Seeing the destruction that Arthas caused haunts me, and the scourge that are still left, the soil is forever tainted because of him. It angers me but at the same time it scares me. How can one person hold so much power? He is like a demon in his own right, and if I died there he could have made my corpse his own. I wanted these journeys to be full of my heroic deeds but I am scared. This place is nothing like my home. This land is cursed and full of darkness, even from a distance I could smell the undeath and rot. The hairs on my neck stand on end because of the smell alone, and in the city here, there are the undead. I met one just on the edge who was trying to save a young Blood Elf, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Rotting flesh lay over some of her bones and other just stuck out waving in the air, I could not fathom this sorcery, she had no muscle, tendons, veins, or anything else that goes into a living being. I did not hide my horror well, she saw it in my face, and for that I feel bad, even in this undeath she had emotions, and a soul. Undeath will take me awhile to get used to, if I ever can get used to it. Tranquillien was not far away but around every tree I expected to see my death. It is darker here and it feels like more thing lurk silently in the shadows. Maybe I had heard too many horror stories about the Ghostlands, maybe I had heard just the right amount, but either way my guard is definitely up here. I feel bad for my brothers and sisters that live here, I don't know how anyone gets used to living in such a foul place. Reluctantly I took quests from the forsaken, they noticed my hesitation and were not amused by it, but neither of us were about to say anything else on the matter. He mentioned Lady Sylvanas too, I have heard so many stories about her, she is my idol, I hope to one day meet here, and see if she is everything I imagined. Strange creatures lurk in these woods, what what once a beautiful Blood Elf village has been corrupted by them. Giant webs that I take care not to step in hang from every place possible, these beasts have destroyed something so beautiful. It sickens me to see, and they left my brother to die. I could not save him in time, I only wish his soul some peace, and to journey far away from here. I may not be able to fix this land but I may as well reclaim some of it. Yucky seems to be the proper word for the Nerubis, and I kept picking up eyes as I searched for loot... They have far too many for me to feel comfortable. With far too many Nerubis webs to brush off I ventured further into the Ghostlands. I doubt I will be eating much food here, my stomach is turning in knots. I even swam through this water only to be chased by a ghost. I felt its icy chill behind me before I even saw it, it made a horrible noise that made my hair stand so high I thought it may fall off. This part of my story is definitely not very heroic, I may just have to leave it out when my story becomes legend. Into the cold and eerie waters I went, normally the cold don't bother me, but there was something different about this cold, the chill was so unnerving. The spirits had placed and iciness over this area that even as a frost mage I could not handle. My bones felt like nothing before, and terror ran through ever ounce of me. I hope my journey through here is not long. I may have underestimated how difficult this would be.
My people don't seem to appreciate me. They have me taking a soaked book back to their master so they won't get in trouble, but I will be the one to have the last laugh... This should be fun. I doubt they will even see it coming. The looks on their faces when they were turned to hogs, priceless. Not even for hundred gold would I sell that moment. Making enemies may not be the best idea, but I made friends with their instructor instead. I'm sure they will get over it anyways, they weren't hogs that long, and one even seemed to know this trick all to well. I may be a novice but at least I know better than to ask someone else to lie for me. Oh the joys of magic, along my way, I learned my own polymorph spell. The poor Dragonhawk didn't even stand a chance. It will be fine, probably a little confused but after that it will go back to flying around. My enemies won't stand a chance with this spell, they will just wander around aimlessly until time is up. The main job of a novice seems to be a "delivery boy", at least this time I am delivering something important. A spy in our midst, such treachery cannot be allowed. The envoy was even treated well by my people! What does he want with our technology and was he the one to cause the malfunctioning, or just another pawn in a much large scheme? No matter, I will deal with him swiftly, I of all people was sent to take care of him! I offered him a swift death, one he may not have deserved but the one my people needed. The dwarves will pay for their misdeeds, hopefully he was just acting alone, but if he wasn't others will have to pay the same price. This victory earned me another mission, Fairbreeze Village needs my help. It is a quaint little village surrounded by so many monsters. Attacks coming strong from both sides, the scourge and wretches wish for this village to become theirs but I will not have it! If I have to fight every one of them back to protect my people I will. This beauty cannot be destroyed by such foulness! The people here have asked so much of me, so many different tasks lie ahead, but I am ready.
I seek to aid my people, we were driven out of our home and forced to live in the Eversong Forest. It is beautiful and like a dream, but it is not the same for my people. We are an old race and have changed over time, once known as the High Elves, we are now known as the Blood Elves, for all those who lost their lives. My story is new, I have learned the ways of the mage, slowly but surely my powers grow stronger. I always wanted to help my people, but until I learned the ways of the mage, I didn't know how. There are so many skill craftsmen already, and I knew my destiny was something else. My parents do such beautiful works, they are very skilled builders some of these amazing structures were built by them, but I am clumsy with tools, I always seemed to be more of a burden than a help. Maybe I tried to be clumsy because I never felt at home building. Maybe my hands just didn't know what to do, I will never know for sure. In my heart I yearned for something else, for battle, for exploration, for knowledge. I read in the libraries for many years, learning everything I could about magic and Azeroth. Each page I turned made me yearn for the open world. I don't want to be just anybody, I want to be the one that they sing songs about, and build statues for. I want to be the one that takes down Azeroth's greatest foes. That is who I want to become, but getting there is still something I am working on... My people don't know me or trust me yet. They don't even seem to like me yet, but one day they will. I know I can become the hero of my dreams. One day. One day... For now I must do the tasks asked of me. Every chance I get I am training along the way. These may not be the worst foes, but they will pay for their misdeeds. Ice courses through my veins, the magic is so powerful... It is beautiful... They thought there wasn't really a spy but they were wrong. I don't know why the Night Elves can't just leave us alone. Their quarrel should be with a much greater threat but I made him pay for what he's done, and will continue to make those who hurt my people pay. Their misdeeds have not gone unnoticed.
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