→Seol 3: My Body as a Shield
Jul. 24th, 2009 05:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seol_plumfallHello Astrolabe.
Today I understand why the Aldor hate blood elves a little better.
I fly over Draenor and see its wounds. The villages of Mag'har and Broken are tiny and surrounded by spiked fences. The ground is open and bleeding. I cannot feel the pain of the land because I am not a druid, and I cannot hear the water and earth spirits cry. But the memories of missing people are there on the ground. Thousands of Astrolabes disappeared. My small heart cannot feel so much grief.
And in Netherstorm, the Sunfury elves chew holes in the earth. Above the Hellfire Peninsula Felblood elves make themselves sick and sicker eating fel energy. On Quel'Danas the Dawnblade elves are calling demons and cutting the soldiers of the naaru. It is a war. Fire and arrows cover up the sky. The person at your left is bleeding. You talked to the woman at your right one minute ago, and now she is dead.
Kael'thas loses again and again, but he still fights. His demons gnaw the Light. His elves and Lady Liadrin's elves make a pile of bodies. Each body will take a hundred years to replace. Each mind is lost forever. It will not feel pain or happiness any more. It cannot tell anyone its memories.
This war is because we need magic.
Even the fel energy that nourished small children comes from the same Nether upon which the Prince feasts.
I do not know what to write. I know it is not possible for us to survive on willpower. But the Sunwell is still dim. I am not supposed to, but sometimes I feel hungry. Maybe the blood elves will have to drink from the Nether again. Maybe we will never be clean. I am afraid, and I understand Ishanah's hateful looks a little more now.
Please do not tell anyone about it.
I do not want to watch this war anymore. I do not want more elves and draenei to die. I cannot suffer this sorrow patiently. It is too much pain, and I have to do something. So I will put my shield in front of Liadrin. I will make my weak blood last and last so that greater people do not have to bleed and die.
I do not want to die. I know you would be lonely. But if I die by accident, you will forgive me.
Today I understand why the Aldor hate blood elves a little better.
I fly over Draenor and see its wounds. The villages of Mag'har and Broken are tiny and surrounded by spiked fences. The ground is open and bleeding. I cannot feel the pain of the land because I am not a druid, and I cannot hear the water and earth spirits cry. But the memories of missing people are there on the ground. Thousands of Astrolabes disappeared. My small heart cannot feel so much grief.
And in Netherstorm, the Sunfury elves chew holes in the earth. Above the Hellfire Peninsula Felblood elves make themselves sick and sicker eating fel energy. On Quel'Danas the Dawnblade elves are calling demons and cutting the soldiers of the naaru. It is a war. Fire and arrows cover up the sky. The person at your left is bleeding. You talked to the woman at your right one minute ago, and now she is dead.
Kael'thas loses again and again, but he still fights. His demons gnaw the Light. His elves and Lady Liadrin's elves make a pile of bodies. Each body will take a hundred years to replace. Each mind is lost forever. It will not feel pain or happiness any more. It cannot tell anyone its memories.
This war is because we need magic.
Even the fel energy that nourished small children comes from the same Nether upon which the Prince feasts.
I do not know what to write. I know it is not possible for us to survive on willpower. But the Sunwell is still dim. I am not supposed to, but sometimes I feel hungry. Maybe the blood elves will have to drink from the Nether again. Maybe we will never be clean. I am afraid, and I understand Ishanah's hateful looks a little more now.
Please do not tell anyone about it.
I do not want to watch this war anymore. I do not want more elves and draenei to die. I cannot suffer this sorrow patiently. It is too much pain, and I have to do something. So I will put my shield in front of Liadrin. I will make my weak blood last and last so that greater people do not have to bleed and die.
I do not want to die. I know you would be lonely. But if I die by accident, you will forgive me.