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22 July 2011 @ 09:41 am
Going Home (Heosphoros)  
I don't know why it was such a good idea. I shouldn't have even tried to. Not after the wall was broken. I can't even say that I was in the area. There was no reason to be there as most of the surrounding area is Horde occupied.

There is very little in that area that would be friendly to any Alliance individuals unless I ran into one of the Gilneas Liberation Front.

Going home...was sad. The streets were empty and the houses were in poor condition, the sign of abandonment and fighting. Smashed wagons, cannons sitting over turned. It is like how we left it. In ruins.

I flew all over, looking at the places that I've walked to, shopped at. Spoke to friends and went to school. It was all so empty. Home used to have so much life and now it was reduced to emptiness. I think I flew around and stopped at places for an hour there. I was homesick and going home just made the tightness in my chest worse.

Everything changed.

You don't realize what kind of habits that you get into until you have to do something different to adjust. Some may say it was stupid of King Greymane to lock us behind the wall. But he was thinking for the best of our people. Some might argue about that but, that's how things went. Perhaps it was a good thing that the Curse was contained to just us. A sacrifice of sorts. I don't know. That is one thing that is always hazy. That damned Curse.

My family, as well as others, were ruined by that curse. My parents, my brothers, my sister. They are gone, either gone mad and unable to make it back or killed by those who had gone mad.

And Matthiel... I thought he had been lost too. But his loss was something quite different...

I'm not sure if I quite want to think about that right now.

I flew over the wall and had to stop. I couldn't believe my eyes. All the sadness as I flew around my empty home, except for the few animals that were wandering free.

Forsaken! They were just outside the walls in the Trisfal woods. And they were running in through the break in the wall.

Those undead ABOMINATIONS were going into MY home. What use does the Horde have for the city? Other than to rub it in our faces if they take it over. That will NOT happen. Even if I, myself, have to kill them one at a time and make sure they don't rise again. I'll be damned if I'll let them contaminate my home.

I wanted to take my anger out on them. It was their fault. They attacked us. It was only fair that we returned the damned favor. There were more the further I flew into the woods. I wanted to burn them all to ash like they should have been turned to instead of rising up again.

The damned Forsaken are pushing further and further in.

It was when I was over an outpost that I thought I glimpsed the undead bitch, Sylvannas, herself.

She was the one pushing forward.

By the Light, we WILL take back Gilneas for ourselves and we will push back against that bitch.

I swear it as long as I breathe.

They will not take our home from us.
Current Location: Ironforge
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy