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→Seol 3: My Body as a Shield
Jul. 24th, 2009 05:06 amHello 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.
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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.
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