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**Psycho** · 05-23-2012, 08:43 AM

The writing of Anat'thal Dawnstorm, a peasant, and currently... Terrified.

The written letters are not of best quality, but they are understandable. Written in Thalassian, and in black ink. Cheap, by its look.

"Oh Sun, I'm dead. Why did I do it. I'm such an idiot. Why did I do it? I knew I shouldn't have. I was just walking down to the bank, to make a deposit, and I accidentally bumped into him..." The writing crosses off a few words. "He called me a whelp, and I was just so angry that day... I should have kept my mouth shut. I dared to speak back against him, a noble! Me! Good sun, no wonder I'll be dead soon..." The writing pauses for a bit, an uneven spacing forming. "I bumped into him by purpose the second time, and I even back-talked him... Good Sun, I'm dead. That's it. Dead. Dead. What will happen to the cat? Or Valerie, and Arithor... Oh no... I can't, I don't want to die..." The writing turns shaky. Once it resumes again, it is much more organized, stably written.

"I barely slept ever since that day, and I just know that he's waiting... Waiting to make my life a living hell. Seregon. I found out, he was Seregon. That just makes it worse... Today at the forge, the Knight who I saw arguing with the cute looking rebel came with an order. I should remember not to screw up. Better not get every powerful person in this city my enemy, like I seem to have a knack to do... That Silverfang bastard hasn't showed up to harass me today, so I might be doing well... Another woman was there, a noble..." A few words are furthered scribbled off. "She called herself Camillia. No noble I ever heard of. She dressed simply, but in a way...

Well, I guess it's kind of silly. But she reminds me a lot of my mother. She has the same yellow hair, and that simple look to her eyes... She cared for my mental condition, I guess my fear was showing. But who am I to gain the pity of a noble, not to mention their attention... No, it's better if I keep my head down. The last thing I want is this attention."

The writing pauses, moving on to another page.

**Psycho** · 05-24-2012, 06:11 AM

Current mood: Angry. Terrified.

"I knew it. I just knew it." The writing begins, almost engraved unto the paper it was written on from the force it was implanted unto it. "Miss Camillia was wrong. Very wrong. I don't know how, but that noble found out where my workshop is... And..." The page stops, a few wet circles seeming to have stained the surface. "I was so scared. They broke in, smashed almost everything, and put a knife to my throat, saying next time it'll be my knees... They tossed me back and left, laughing... I never felt so humiliated, frightened, angry... Afterwards, I was so mentally worn out, I didn't even have the power to clean up their mess. I slumped to bed, and wept myself to sleep... I felt so helpless. So powerless." The writing pauses for a few short moments, passing on to the page next.

"When I woke up, I thought for a few moments, it was all just a bad dream... My shattered mirror was more than enough to tell me, it wasn't. I dragged myself out, and remembered I had a day off... Fun. I took a book that wasn't torn, Mechanus Forsics, by Ivonir Telathen... Thank Sun those goons didn't get their filthy hands on it. I love this book. I went down to the Stillwater pond, hopefully to calm myself... But I couldn't. I tried smoking, drinking, it just made me feel sicker. He said a next time... When would a next time be?"

"I went to the corner to think, maybe I could run away until he forgets... Maybe to one of the near areas... When suddenly, who was there? No other than Miss Camillia. She almost gave me a heart attack. She overheard what I spoke, and I told her about the goons... She began playing with her sword... She told me he couldn't touch me, and I thought otherwise... So what. She offered to teach me to fight! Me! Out of all people... That was the most absurd thing I have ever heard, I mean, there's no way I can fight... Right? I'm just a peasant. I should keep out of trouble and violence."

"And to top that all of? He was there. The noble. I swear, he was hunting me down... I felt like ice just shot down my spine. I froze, and almost vomited. I think I blacked out a little, because I remember him approaching us, but no more... Maybe he didn't recognize me... I declined the Lady Camillia's offer, like any other sane person would... But, I don't know why, but I felt bad... As if I was disappointing her. I mean, I just met her. Why would I feel such a thing?

I'm tired. I better just sleep on it."

The writing ends lazily with a signature, dragging itself on the page.

**Psycho** · 05-30-2012, 09:32 AM

The following was almost engraved unto the paper. Whoever was writing this, applied a great deal of force to the writing itself... It is forced, and rather blocky. Unsmooth.

Current mood: ???

"Light, why... Why? I was out by the pond today, reading at the further schematics for the new lamps when suddenly... He showed up. That Seregon bastard! He told me, that for the 'trauma' of having made him burn his own robes... Burn his own robes! Ha! Ridicules! All I did was accidentally bumped into him! I owed him four gold. Four gold coins! That ruthless son of a Scourge... I swear... Oh Light, what have I done to deserve this... I... I have my savings, but that isn't enough. If I sell the shop, I could make enough money to pay him off and... Maybe go live somewhere but... Oh Father... You worked so hard... I saw you exhaust yourself day and night for this shop, you gave blood sweat and tears... And now, that Seregon bastard just... Just takes that away from you!

But what else can I do? I... He'll kill me if I won't. Oh Father... I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry. What justice is there, if a man who was spoiled his whole life could take away your effort... You were so amazing, father... You always smiled, and you always cared... And you worked so hard. Harder than I would ever dream of working."

The page is dotted lightly with damp spots.

"Oh father... Do you remember the day, I came home, having made my first few coins by selling crafts when I was a child? And how happy I was when you laughed and told me, that every copper saved is a copper earned? Oh father... I miss you so much... I miss you... It isn't fair. It isn't fair! That Seregon... Beast! Thinks he can take this from you! He can't! It's not fair! It's not fair! You worked so hard, and he just comes and... Swoops it all away!"

The page is lightly ripped from rather agrressive writing, now almost fully damp. Many signs of wet dots all over it.

"I'm sorry, father... I failed you... I failed you, and mother... I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry... I best leave... The Kitten's mewling... He wouldn't like me looking like this... Poor thing..."

**Psycho** · 06-04-2012, 06:52 AM

The following is written more collectively. The page is more neat, as is the cursive writing. Made with what seemed to be old ink, seeing as some letters fade at certain spots.

Current mood: Unsure.

My father once said, that in life, nothing is certain... That you should always be aware of the other possibilities, just out of sight. I always listened, but I never thought it would actually come true... I found myself waking up outside of the city, against a tree... Funny. I don't recall the last time I slept so well. I saw a blurred figure above me, and I tried shielding my eyes from the sun... That's when I heard Miss Camillia's voice. She dropped a flask and a loaf of bread unto my lap. She talked to me, and I don't know why I was even there... After a few moments, I recalled why. I was just coming back from sending a mail to that damned noble... I sold it.

I sold father's workshop. I took that and most of my savings, and it barely scraped it... But it got there. I sent that bastard his money. Hopefully now, he'll leave me alone... I had enough money to stay in the inn for a while, if I watched it very closely, maybe enough to get a steady job... But what did it matter? What had I to go back to? A corrupt city, with a corrupt regime, in a corrupt land... I had nothing to go back to. I didn't want to bother Arithor, nor Valerie... I had, truly, for the first time... Nothing.

I don't know why, but Miss Camillia spoke to me. She told me sternly to sit on the branch, and I did just so... I told her I was going to end my life. That there was nothing left for me... I didn't cry, I didn't feel anything... At that moment, it seemed like such an easy solution. But... She said something to me. Something, I don't think I could ever have spoken against... Not matter how hard I would try. She told me,

"The old saying goes as such; Evil prevails when good men sit idle... You are a good woman, Anat, more than you give yourself credit for. This is why I haven't left. I can't let you give up... I made this offer to you not because you're powerful, or because you're strong, or because you have influence. I chose you to offer because you have everything to gain and nothing to lose the will of others has seen it fit to rid of you... but not I, I see your form teeming with potential, to bring due justice to a cruel world. This is why I won't let you take your own life."

I just stood there, dumbfounded. What could I say... This woman. A strange armed woman, who has never even talked to me for over than an hour, was telling me she had faith in me. Me, out of the whole world... I don't know what came over me. I was so close to tears, I was genuinely touched... I agreed. I said I'd do it, and that I'd go under her tutoring. And I guess that's how I found myself sitting here... Writing in my journal, clutching an old sword to my lap in a small house right next to the Ghostlands... Frightened. But... I don't know why I even stay... I just feel like I owe it.

Like I owe it to my father.

So I stayed here, writing letters... To Arithor, and Valerie. I don't want them worrying over me.

Spoiler:

I guess tomorrow's a new day after all...

**Psycho** · 06-16-2012, 12:18 AM

The following is written in plain black ink, normally so.

"Dear diary... I guess it's been a while since I last wrote in you. Not too long. I've just been very busy training with miss Camillia... She started instructing me on the ways of the sword. Although I started off with just a wooden one, miss Fireheart told me it was a good choice, as apparently I held it from the blade... She showed me the basic stance, how to strike, and how to think... And honestly, I don't think I'll get much far from that. I'm a terrible student. It took me at least a day to find out how to finally stand decently in the basic form, and not to mention strike properly... I'm still not sure what she sees in me. Even after three days of training, I'm still as weak and cowardly as the day before.... Today, we went to Orgrimmar, and I couldn't answer why. Miss Camillia told me this was the source of honor, where you made your name with actions, not heritage... This is just strange, these Orcs... I mean, you're born into glory and fame, not earn it. That's just the way things are, right?

It's hot, humid... And the city looks like its made out of scraps. But still, these Orcs... They're so strange from what they told me in Silvermoon. They're not violent, or rash.... They seem actually, kind of calm! But, they're so big and brutish... Each atleast three times my size! In the inn, I met a Troll by the name of Gat' something... Wazzak, I think... And he taught me about some Trollish culture. About why they ate people and why they stopped... It was very enlightening. I never thought a Troll could be so mild and calm! We talked for the night, and eventually I left... I couldn't find Miss Camillia, but she left me some coin to spare, so I rented out a room in the inn... I still don't understand what is the purpose of coming to this strange city... But I guess I'll have to trust miss Fireheart...

Hopefully, I can sleep well tonight... I'm still waiting for a reply from Valerie and Arithor, but so far they seem to be busy at their own things... Maybe it's for the better. That they kind of forget me for a little while..."

**Psycho** · (This post was last modified: 07-12-2012, 10:03 AM by Psycho.)

Current mood: Confused.

Dear journal, it's been a while since I've written in you... And I guess I owe you an explanation for that. I've been training hard with miss Camillia, and I haven't had quite a time to just sit down and write... I got responses from Valerie and Arithor. Alongside a 'gift' too. I was so happy to hear from their replies, I even kept the letters in you, just to have a little bit of them close!

Spoiler:

Typical... But heart warming. So I guess, yes, that's how I found myself high up in a place called Red Rocks in Mulgore, sitting in an abandoned camp with a 30 kilogram backpack besides me, writing in you... Miss Camillia brought me up here to learn of the Tauren's belief about the Earthmother... She said it's important to hone your body, soul, and mind... I still don't get it. The Earthmother is supposed to be everything, wouldn't that make her all powerful? And in that case, why would she let the Goblins or Gnomes or anything hurt her? None of it made sense... And frankly, it just makes me feel bad. Like I'm some parasite, living off someone much bigger than me. Oh, miss Camillia's coming back... I guess I'll continue this another day.

**Psycho** · 12-10-2012, 11:29 PM

Current mood: Depressed.

The writing is neat and tidy, in simplistic black ink.

"It's been a long while since I wrote in you, dear diary. I'm sorry for my absence, but I had a lot on my head... But I guess that shouldn't matter to you. You're a book... Wow I'm talking to a book. All that time with miss Camillia must have finally gotten to my head."

The writing pauses before lowering a segment.

"I don't even know where to begin. It's been so long since I first started this journey. It feels like just yesterday when Camillia took me in and started training me... Just yesterday when I couldn't even hold a sword right, or even wanted to. But now, I can handle a sword... I can even hold my own at a fight. And frankly? I sort of like it... It's crazy, I know, but. For once in my life, I have actual control. Not the nobles, not the Registry of Silvermoon, not father or mother... Just me. I have the choice to decide if I live or die.

I think that's what Camillia's been trying to tell me all along. That life is a matter of choice, not keeping your head down and waiting for the storm to blow over... I'm grateful, diary. For the first time in so long, I really am. Look at me, I'm babbling off about your pages and I think I feel tears on my eyes. It feels like finally I have a place for myself, and the knowledge that I could always find another.

I guess you can say that I feel like there's a brighter future ahead of me."

Another pause in writing, as if thoughts incurred.

"I've met all these interesting people with Camillia... I met Gat'wazzak, the Troll from Orgrimmar. I met Miss Reigen... She frightens me, but she seems aware of it to a great extent. I met sir Monty, a brilliant man (and ofcourse a noble. Why do they seem to come to me all the time?)...

And ofcourse, there's Danothil.

Danothil... I remember when I first met him. It was when my Workshop was stolen from me, and he came to set things right... He had this quality about him, something I couldn't place my finger on. He was charming, handsome, but so kind hearted... For a moment, I couldn't believe he was a Seregon. For a moment, I couldn't believe he was even real. I'm getting a bit lightheaded just thinking about it. With the months past, we talked and well... I like him. I really do. He had such a bright future ahead of him...

But I guess that's when tragedy strikes. His fiance was taken from him prematurely by the hands of an Assassin. I met him there, in Quel'dalas... He was broken. He was almost crying when he told me what happened. I could barely watch. Why would such a terrible thing happen to Danothil? What has he done to upset anyone? It wasn't fair. And for the first time in my life, I finally understood what Camillia meant. Bad things happen to good people. And some people just can't defend themselves.

But we can. I set out to find this assassin... And when I do, I will end the creature's life. For Danothil. I owe him that much.

I'm really confused, Diary. I'm willing to end a life for Danothil... When he smiles, I smile. When he laughs, so do I. It's like his joy is infectious to me, and I can't draw myself away from him...

I think I love him."

**Psycho** · (This post was last modified: 01-06-2013, 10:32 AM by Psycho.)

Strike!

Dodge!

Block!

Stop.

Breath...

"These words, they're pretty much etched unto my brain... I used to be able to hear them so clearly, always miss Camillia... But now... Things have gotten so complicated. Where do I even begin? First, we have Camillia Firescribe... A warrior, a singer (Who would have thought?) and my teacher. She's a good woman with a tough heart, but she means only well... For the last few months now, she's helped me train as a Swordsmistress, helping me hone my skills for the trials that were to come. These have been the strangest months of my life as we traveled and the things I once thought out of my reach were now the daily routine. I've grown ever since we met in Eversong, since that day... But have I really changed?

I'd like to think so."

"Then, we have Reigen Tala'malanore... A Sin'dorei noble of her house, a Death Knight, and my new teacher. I don't know her too well, but she has much to offer me... She's a strong warrior, for certain, and her lessons have been merciless thus far... But I've learned in equal amounts."

"...Then there's Danothil... I'd call him a Seregon, but that's not what he is. He's just... Danothil. Sweet, charming Danothil, with a heart of gold... He's a Blood Knight, and a noble to top it all off. And to add even more? He's the sweetest man out there. Charming, kind, soft-hearted... I met him about when I began training with Camillia, he was there to help me too... And during the last few months, I've learned not only to respect him... I grew to love him. Truly, love him. For his spirit, for his soul... Not just for who he is, but for what he stands for... Danothil recently lost his fiance in the attempts of an assassination on his life... And even after that, he still shows so much patience towards me, even though he already knows how I feel about him..."

"And then there's me. Ana'thal Dawnstorm, a Blood Elven peasant girl who spent all her life terrified... Now a swordmistress in training... And helplessly lost. All these people I've met, all the teachers... They don't mean anything, do they? I could learn a hundred more years, a thousand, with both Reigen and Camillia... But it still wouldn't tell me who I am."

"I have to decide that."

**Psycho** · 01-29-2013, 10:11 AM

It's been another pause of time since I wrote here. I look back at my earlier writing and that looks like a lot of gibberish I'd hear from Camillia... But from me it sounds like- Well it makes me look insane doesn't it? Today's session with Reigen was brutal.

I think she's still mad at me for being late that one time.

We trained today in the use of your surroundings as possible advantages. And by that I mean, Reigen smashed me into the wall with brute force. Eight times. I fractured my shin and I look like a beaten mess, but the servants were nice enough to supply me with healing and ensure I was in 'top' shape when I left.

The walk to Silvermoon was short and rather uneventful... Atleast until I reached the gates. I found myself limping and exhausted, enough not to notice Danothil sitting no more than what seemed like a few meters from me. He called out my name and I almost jumped out of my skin... Scared me.

We sat down and talked.

...I said some things I shouldn't have. I don't know why. I told him he changed. I told him he doesn't smile anymore. He was angry about it, and how could I blame it? Now that I think back on it, it was a cruel thing of me to say... But what came next...

He told me he felt the same way I felt about him.

We're meeting tomorrow to talk.

I'm scared.

The writing ends lazily with a dragging of a pen across the lower half of the paper.

**Rowgen** · 02-10-2013, 07:15 AM

A new writing intrudes, looking out of place amongst the former entries. Clearly written by another hand.

Anat'thal,

I hope you'll forgive me for trespassing upon your privacy, but I couldn't wait with this until we saw each other again. You said you wanted me to go with you to the festival as friends. I'm afraid I can't.

We can go as a couple, though.

Love,
Your Danothil

**Psycho** · 03-26-2013, 04:59 AM

Exile.

Spoiler:

"It's been over a month since I've wrote in here. I had no reason to. I was happy. Danothil and I started seeing one another- And we were happy. I loved him- and I thought he loved me. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid..."

The page pauses to scribble off a few more messy 'Stupid' around its lines. Its clear whoever wrote upon it was in a rush, the letters misaligned and shakily written upon the parchment. The page is dotted with wet spots across its length.

"He thought I killed her. He told me he never wanted to see me again. I can still hear him. Oh Light I can't stop crying."

The writings pause off, trailing a few lines downwards.

"I can't stay here anymore. Danothil was all I had that kept me bound to Silvermoon. There's nothing for me here. I don't ever want to see the city gates ever again. I don't want to hear the name Seregon, or Danothil, EVER AGAIN."

The last two words were practically carved atop the page, ripping it in some places. The writing continues a few more lines beneath it.

"I need to leave. I've lost too much here as it is. I'll leave a letter for them all. I can only pray that they'll understand why I left."

Spoiler:

"I won't be taking this journal with me. The memories hurt too much. This is my final entry, Journal. I don't know if I'll ever come back from where I'm going. I don't know if I even want to come back."

"Goodbye."

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