11-21-2010, 10:12 AM
I have never met a being willing to profess fear in the darkness. They each trust in the spark of light within them, warmth and protection from the cold of the shadow.
They openly stand out against those who reside in the dark, willingly draw weapons to crush we who they call heretics. The light uses destruction to walk the path of domination.
Yet, I have heard the ones who bask in the Light, who walk that very path to darkness' destruction claim that both are two sides of our existence. That like the Naaru that brings light only to decay into darkness everything holds this duality.
Then why... Why is it that they constantly crusade against the dark? This was the question I asked myself, restless for what seemed like eons. It was then that another came, a man who knew the corridors of the dark well, who could make them talk and spill their secrets. To him I asked this very question and from him I received my first valid response.
"It is not that they fear the darkness... It is not that they hate it or desire its destruction. Their own nightmares are what they try to rid the world of. Those dark dreams surround themselves in shadow, walk hidden in veils that cannot be pierced.
They wish to destroy what lurks within the darkness... And so they push further into the smoke and shadows that they do not understand. That they can never understand when only seeking to clear the world of the unknown. You my friend are that unknown... you embody their nightmares."
From that day on I never wondered why my fate was to be hunted. Because I basked in the shadows instead of in the light. The stranger however did not allow my mere acceptance of the fact. He spoke again... and from his mouth came truth and a promise...
The Never Ending Path of a Heretic
Sagi walked through the barren plain, leaving behind him a small group of brown, tauren tents. Winds whipped at his sides making its clothing flutter on his body. Both Sagi's of hands rested in his pockets, spiked staff slung over his back, hat tipped down on his head. His head turned at the sound of metal as it repeatedly slapped against stone. Sagi stopped.
There's another coming... It must be him again.
The sound of the metal stopped. Sagi saw the stranger clearly, covered in saronite plates, the greatsword of the Ebon Blade in his hands. From him came the stench of death, and hidden within his helm was the face of a Forsaken.
Sagi reached over to grab the staff on his back, bringing it into his hands, "Xeonart. Your chase never ends. Tell me, do you plan for this to be the finale? Or should I expect that you will be unable to defeat me and we will meet again?"
Xeonart gripped his runeblade tightly, only his cold blue eyes visible through the saronite helm. His blade glowed as the icy runes lit up before he scattered blasts of ice all around, shards flying toward the night elf. Without wasting any time Xeonart charged forward as well, his blade coming down on the spot where the shards where to fall.
When the runeblade my contact it slammed through ice into the dirt. The knight raised his head, scanning quickly. Then he turned his sword to the right, it meeting Sagi's staff, forcefully parrying it away.
The night elf felt his body shake from the power of the deflection, staggering backwards. He saw Xeonart's runes light up again and shook his head, "Is that really all you can do Knight?" Then, Sagi reached up to his hat with a gloved hand, tipping it down before illusion cast over him, making him fade away, out of sight.
Xeonart cursed out before slamming his runeblade into the ground, unholy energy discharging through it. "I know your tricks. Your illusions do not last forever and in this desolate plain I can see you wherever you run." From the ground rose the corpses of tauren buried underneath, each slain in battle. As Sagi faded back into existence they found and surrounded him, each with only one task, mindless slaughter.
Sagi frowned, placing the bottom of his staff on the ground as he looked from each corpse to the next. Then, Xeonart entered the circle, "It is over kaldorei."
Sagi opened his mouth to speak but instead was interrupted by screams, coming from the tents he left earlier. The night elf smirked, "Its never over..." Xeonart, distracted gave Sagi all the time he needed. The night elf made his body discolor and disperse, a cloud of pure shadow rushing away, carried off by the wind.
Xeonart cursed out, removing his helm before pointing at his undead, "Follow him and end him." The group of servants went off but the forsaken shook his head, "They will not get far." Then he headed down into the group of tents, where the yelling had only intensified.
When Xeonart arrived he saw slaughter. One tauren raged through his brothers, hacking at them constantly with a hefty axe. Constantly he yelled, "I burn.. I burn!" With anger he killed his kin, each unable to lift a finger, only to stare at him helpless and confused.
The death knight adjusted his metal jaw, clamping it shut. Runes from his blade glowed before it held out a hand, "For slaughter of your allies in the Horde I denounce you betrayer. Feel the justice that only a hero can distribute." A shard of ice flew out impaling the tauren through his chest. "May your burning end.."
They openly stand out against those who reside in the dark, willingly draw weapons to crush we who they call heretics. The light uses destruction to walk the path of domination.
Yet, I have heard the ones who bask in the Light, who walk that very path to darkness' destruction claim that both are two sides of our existence. That like the Naaru that brings light only to decay into darkness everything holds this duality.
Then why... Why is it that they constantly crusade against the dark? This was the question I asked myself, restless for what seemed like eons. It was then that another came, a man who knew the corridors of the dark well, who could make them talk and spill their secrets. To him I asked this very question and from him I received my first valid response.
"It is not that they fear the darkness... It is not that they hate it or desire its destruction. Their own nightmares are what they try to rid the world of. Those dark dreams surround themselves in shadow, walk hidden in veils that cannot be pierced.
They wish to destroy what lurks within the darkness... And so they push further into the smoke and shadows that they do not understand. That they can never understand when only seeking to clear the world of the unknown. You my friend are that unknown... you embody their nightmares."
From that day on I never wondered why my fate was to be hunted. Because I basked in the shadows instead of in the light. The stranger however did not allow my mere acceptance of the fact. He spoke again... and from his mouth came truth and a promise...
The Never Ending Path of a Heretic
Sagi walked through the barren plain, leaving behind him a small group of brown, tauren tents. Winds whipped at his sides making its clothing flutter on his body. Both Sagi's of hands rested in his pockets, spiked staff slung over his back, hat tipped down on his head. His head turned at the sound of metal as it repeatedly slapped against stone. Sagi stopped.
There's another coming... It must be him again.
Spoiler:
"Come my children, my Shu'halo! We have journeyed for long, took many casualties on our path... But we are almost there now. Can you see it, can you see those glorious forests up ahead? The sun shines down on our pilgrimage! We must only continue to walk forward."
The sound of the metal stopped. Sagi saw the stranger clearly, covered in saronite plates, the greatsword of the Ebon Blade in his hands. From him came the stench of death, and hidden within his helm was the face of a Forsaken.
Sagi reached over to grab the staff on his back, bringing it into his hands, "Xeonart. Your chase never ends. Tell me, do you plan for this to be the finale? Or should I expect that you will be unable to defeat me and we will meet again?"
Spoiler:
"We are almost there Shu'halo! I have guided you thus far, away from destruction and death. Can you smell the freshness of the air, feel the warmth of the sun as we approach our new home. Fought hard we have, but paradise is on its way!"
Xeonart gripped his runeblade tightly, only his cold blue eyes visible through the saronite helm. His blade glowed as the icy runes lit up before he scattered blasts of ice all around, shards flying toward the night elf. Without wasting any time Xeonart charged forward as well, his blade coming down on the spot where the shards where to fall.
When the runeblade my contact it slammed through ice into the dirt. The knight raised his head, scanning quickly. Then he turned his sword to the right, it meeting Sagi's staff, forcefully parrying it away.
The night elf felt his body shake from the power of the deflection, staggering backwards. He saw Xeonart's runes light up again and shook his head, "Is that really all you can do Knight?" Then, Sagi reached up to his hat with a gloved hand, tipping it down before illusion cast over him, making him fade away, out of sight.
Spoiler:
As the tauren approached his paradise his eyes widened. What was once beautiful decayed before his eyes. All that was green died. The waters dull and dirty with blood, the corpses of his brothers lay surrounding him, the bones of his children buried beneath the ground. He stared up and even the once glorious sun started to decay, its orange gleam turning into a fiery red ball, casting the look of apocalypse around him.
"Why... where has my paradise gone... when did my brothers fall? What god leaves the leader to survive... when the people have already faded and the lands dried up."
The tauren clenched in hands into fists, tears streaming from his eyes. The great red sun focused its rays upon him, and his very skin started to boil. "Why do I feel this... burning rage?" Darkness started to rise from his body, the shadow of his nightmares overclouding him.
"Why... where has my paradise gone... when did my brothers fall? What god leaves the leader to survive... when the people have already faded and the lands dried up."
The tauren clenched in hands into fists, tears streaming from his eyes. The great red sun focused its rays upon him, and his very skin started to boil. "Why do I feel this... burning rage?" Darkness started to rise from his body, the shadow of his nightmares overclouding him.
Xeonart cursed out before slamming his runeblade into the ground, unholy energy discharging through it. "I know your tricks. Your illusions do not last forever and in this desolate plain I can see you wherever you run." From the ground rose the corpses of tauren buried underneath, each slain in battle. As Sagi faded back into existence they found and surrounded him, each with only one task, mindless slaughter.
Sagi frowned, placing the bottom of his staff on the ground as he looked from each corpse to the next. Then, Xeonart entered the circle, "It is over kaldorei."
Sagi opened his mouth to speak but instead was interrupted by screams, coming from the tents he left earlier. The night elf smirked, "Its never over..." Xeonart, distracted gave Sagi all the time he needed. The night elf made his body discolor and disperse, a cloud of pure shadow rushing away, carried off by the wind.
Xeonart cursed out, removing his helm before pointing at his undead, "Follow him and end him." The group of servants went off but the forsaken shook his head, "They will not get far." Then he headed down into the group of tents, where the yelling had only intensified.
When Xeonart arrived he saw slaughter. One tauren raged through his brothers, hacking at them constantly with a hefty axe. Constantly he yelled, "I burn.. I burn!" With anger he killed his kin, each unable to lift a finger, only to stare at him helpless and confused.
The death knight adjusted his metal jaw, clamping it shut. Runes from his blade glowed before it held out a hand, "For slaughter of your allies in the Horde I denounce you betrayer. Feel the justice that only a hero can distribute." A shard of ice flew out impaling the tauren through his chest. "May your burning end.."
Spoiler:
"My vision is fading..."
When the tauren fell among the other corpses the boiling stopped... And from it the cold shadow took complete control, rising out of his body and animating it.
"No... leave me alone.. let me die with my people."
But the shadow would not. It forced his limbs to walk on and escape the ruined lands he had found, leaving his brothers behind. The last thing that dark land heard were his shouts and screams, begging to die alongside his children.
When the tauren fell among the other corpses the boiling stopped... And from it the cold shadow took complete control, rising out of his body and animating it.
"No... leave me alone.. let me die with my people."
But the shadow would not. It forced his limbs to walk on and escape the ruined lands he had found, leaving his brothers behind. The last thing that dark land heard were his shouts and screams, begging to die alongside his children.