06-27-2012, 02:17 AM
The entry would be written in a dark ink-like liquid with a strong acrid odor.
Quote:It's been a while since I've written in this, though lately my thoughts have not been pleasant. Do you remember brother? When we were still children, running in the forests with our friends. We thought that it would just be us six for the rest of time, that no matter what, we would preservere. How wrong we were. I still remember that day, when I lost you and father. As if I had the chance to forget, with it playing itself over and over while I sleep. Perhaps it is a symptom of madness, or perhaps it is regret. Recently the dreams have been changing though, I dream that I ran back for you and father. But whenever I get close, the dream ends and I'm watching me blind myself, or I wake up. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if our roles had been reversed, that I had been the one slain and you had become the hunter. Would mother have approved? She always did favor you over me, even I could tell. Would you have smiled and called her a friend back? Perhaps the time I spent in Shadowmoon has frayed my nerves and my sanity. I recall always yearning for friendship and company, but when I am finally offered the chance I only slink away. I am scared of it, I fear it with every cell of my body. Would I be able to run back to save someone from a certain death? Or more importantly, would you be able to do that, brother? It's been several years since I've been in Ashenvale, I promise to visit you more often, when I am not busy. There is a Warden here though, I must take care lest I be locked up. Soon, brother, we will have the chance to talk again.
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