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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I stood behind a man who was sitting in a dimly lit room, one candle beside him on a small cabinet. He seemed to be busy, concentrating on something.
I moved forward a little and saw another figure lying down on a bed to the man's right, covered in a blanket. Straining for a better look I caught a glimpse of chestnut coloured hair on the pillow.
Tentatively, I moved closer and glanced over the man's shoulder. I smelled his scent - it was familiar. I liked it. In his lap was a book in which he reverently sketched a face; a beautiful face.
Her face.
I noticed some symbols beside the sketch - words. They sang to me.
**
Even amidst my private thoughts, dare I admit this woman intrigues me? Again I am in denial, for it is so much more than intrigue which she stirs within me. But, I must put aside such folly, those days are gone and more important matters lie ahead.
Sweet Elune! And there! In less time than it takes to blink, I negate such words of wisdom. I am inexorably drawn to her. I feel an attraction like no other, but regrettably, I know I must set it aside. Perhaps one day, when things are more settled and secure within Azeroth, I may be permitted to know her...
**
Suddenly, he snapped the book shut. Both he and the figure on the bed wavered before my eyes, becoming faint, transparent. Then another image materialised.
We were aboard a vessel – a gunship.
This time I was in front of the same man. He was tall and looked strong unless that was an illusion owed to the armoured leather collar-guard he wore which sat atop his shoulders and upper chest. He had silver hair and piercing eyes the colour of titanium steel.
I thought he was quite a handsome man, as men go; strong jaw, a full mouth, a somewhat regal nose. He appeared distraught. His brow furrowed as he looked towards the bow of the ship.
My focus followed his line of sight and I found a woman on the deck. She stood, staring straight ahead; valiant, unwavering, her eyes fixed on the dark skies. The winds whipped her cloak and there was an air of resilient determination in her posture.
I glanced back at the man. He had been joined by another male.
This one was huge and blue! With horns! My initial surprise softened as I felt a warm familiarity wash over me. I knew him! I knew him well, yet his name escaped me.
The silver-haired man knew him too, I could sense it. They were friends. Good friends. Once again the images faded and bled to another.
The silver-haired man now sat beside the woman again as she lay on a bed, a sheet barely covering her breasts. Markings were etched upon her skin, green tattoos which fluctuated and flared.
