Beneath broken stone and warped metal, a solitary raven panics as it senses imminent danger. It escapes certain death mere seconds before the structure finally crashes to the ground. On soaring above the devastation, the bird spies a wet-eyed woman...
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Time is of the essence. I cannot afford to be absent from my post, yet I cannot let things proceed without putting a safeguard in place. I just pray it works.
And also, I want to pen my heartfelt sentiments to the woman I love - Sarah.
As I sit in my study in Stormwind, my quill hovers over the paper. I do not need to write everything from the beginning, for I have reverently updated the journal every single day, ever since I found Sarah, injured, in Elwyn Forest. That now seems so long ago. We have travelled far since then. I smile, a little winsomely.
But, her words, as she'd stood before me at the Dark Portal only minutes ago, sliced through this torpor, this darkness I have been subjected to over the last few days.
Our people face an enemy like no other. The Void Lords are fast approaching, and I know not how we will fare against such a foe - the odds of survival are dire.
But I have to hope! Hope for Sarah, our son, our friends, comrades and all of the people on Azeroth, whether they be Horde or Alliance.
And now, the safeguard. This journal is enchanted - I have weaved a spell within its pages, but it is a spell in two parts. The first will allow Sarah to read words intended only for her eyes. No-one else will be privy to the feelings I write for her. A catalogue of our journey together, things which made us laugh or cry, adventures we embarked upon, and moments of intimacy.
The second part to the spell cloaks ancient, long-forgotten magic. This will require one who is versed in the old ways - and that is my friend, Illidan Stormrage, leader of the Illidari, former Lord of Outland and once known as The Betrayer.
The magic comes from a time when the world was very different - when landmasses were not as they are today and the only magical beings to harness such power were the Elves.
The ritual was so rarely performed, it became redundant. It had been designed to right a wrong - a wrong which the Elves soon learned to avoid at all costs.
But, now, as the Void Lords threaten to enter Azeroth from Draenor, and tear our world apart, it is a step I may have no option but to take.
Therefore, I pray, if indeed we survive this war, that Illidan will be able to help me if I have to do what I must to survive.
But, the Void has infiltrated my mind and I have been quite unlike myself. I was angry, bitter, accusatory, jealous towards colleagues, friends and even my Sarah. So, providing we somehow defeat the Void Lords, and my behaviour has not alienated those I care about, then hopefully, this will work.
I have been apprentice, warrior, commander, Archmage and Leader of the Kirin Tor. But my greatest role to date is being a father. Ocel, my son, named after my best friend and confidante, Vindicator Ocel, is the greatest gift with which I have ever been blessed, along with the love I share with my beautiful Sarah.
And so, finally, I pen my last words to the woman I love.
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Please, Elune, hear my prayer; grant us a future, let not this be the end of our journey.
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