Nightmare

((This is a part of my story for the BC. It begins in my application. I felt that the patch is starting to move things around.))

I woke up with a scream. My hands where burning. I didn’t remember anything from my dream, but the feeling of panic, uncontrollable panic. It was in every nerve of my body. It was so intense that I could taste it in the air.

I had been out looking for herbs. It wasn’t one of my luckiest days so I decided to take a rest. A couple of minutes ago I had passed a small glade. It was a short trip to get back there. I was laying in the small glade looking at the sky, when in the corner of my eye, I saw something falling from the sky. I was just about to sit up when I fell. It sounds weird, but it was a feeling more then a sacrifice to gravity. I was sucked down by a black nothingness. My mind felt something, or someone, before it went dark.

I can say how long I’ve been laying there, but it was dark when I woke up screaming. I tried to remember what had happened, and it felt like something more was in my memory. Not like a new memory, but like a seal that need to be cracked. Or a shell around an egg, when the chicken is trying to get out. I didn’t know what it was. I’m not sure I want to know. But I’m sure I will now. Soon enough.

Oh, I do have something more that I remember now from the dream. It wasn’t I who had the panic. I was the cause of it.

So, the dreams are back. Not as intense as the first one, but still.

I hadn’t had any for years and years. I wake up at night with the feeling of terror. I still don’t remember why I have those feelings, but the feelings are very clear. When I scream, it is for my victim’s sake. Are there any humanoid that are born evil? Or do they only do what they believe is right? Isn’t it only a different way of looking at the world? No matter what you believe, this is evil. I wake up with echoes of screams. Not from one person, nor from hundreds. It is from millions. I don’t remember why or where. I’m not sure how, but I am sure that I’m involved somehow. And then there is the burning feeling in my hands. I can almost see them glow.

There wasn’t one, but two. It’s a conversation, and I can only listen. It’s over my head, or rather beside my mind. No words are spoken, and I still don’t remember what it’s about. But it is 2 entity’s talking. I’m getting nervous, what will happen when I remember it all?

Now I know. I remember it all. I’m just afraid of telling. What will happen to me? I need to do some preparations before I tell my tale. I will tell the sentinels only. They are the ones that need to know. Hopefully they can forgive. I don’t want to do what I am about to do, but I do what I believe is the safest way for the Night elf’s. If I can’t control the forces in me, then I better be among the Horde, but if I can, then I will be of great use for the Alliance.

It is now time to remember what really happens.

“Feralas is still as beautiful as Darnassus. But not as safe. Ogres have come. Horde have a base there these days. Dire Maul is not to be spoken of. There once was another place there that was seldom heard of. A small village that has no name anymore. A village that protected this beautiful lands from evil. It has gone into oblivion as evil destroyed it along time ago. Even nature itself has forgotten. And there is no trace of it today. All thanks to a careless young child. Me.

It started, as it most often does with children, with curiosity. Children explore the world. Discover and learn to be adults through experience. Sometimes they do mistakes and they learn from them to get wiser. Sometimes things go just terribly wrong.

I was bored, so utterly bored. Adults only say- “Don’t do this, don’t do that.” - “You shouldn’t because it’s dangerous to…” -“Don’t you ever listen to…”
Every child hears that, but I didn’t know that then. I felt like everything was my fault. Nobody ever said anything nice, and all I got was criticism. So I walked away. Out in the beautiful forests of Feralas. Nature was home to me. Like for all night elves. I used to watch trees grow, and talk to animals.
I was looking for a companion. I like cats best. Proud and intelligent. And skilled hunters. And they don’t obey you if they don’t like you. Either they may choose you as a friend, or they don’t. And it was cats I was looking for mostly. Wolf’s are great animals to, but I didn’t like their pack-mentality. They would proudly sacrifice their life for the pack. If I had been the same, the village would have been known, and I would have been dead. Or worse.

I was walking through Feralas looking for company, when I heard something, or rather felt. It was more like an itch in my senses. It didn’t feel too good, but it was drawing me closer, just as a fire draws a moth. It felt close, but it took me hours find. On my search I tried to turn away in another direction, or give up, but it felt wrong. As I come nearer I did close my mind to the searching tentacle of will, which came from the object. I didn’t know why I did it, but it felt right. When I think back, I believe it was the dark itchy feeling that made me close myself. In the darkness under the trees there was a glow of indescribable colour growing as I moved closer. It wasn’t light. It was like a darker area under the darkness of the trees. When I got closer I saw a surface of water. It was from that water the glow appeared.

I moved to the edge of what seemed to be water, and looked down. It wasn’t black, but more of an evil feeling of blue. In there was a pair of black spots starring at me. They looked to be deep down. As I was a child, I kneeled. Though all of my body was screaming against it I couldn’t resist putting my hand down the water. As my fingers broke the surface, I was sucked into the water. The strange mind exploded suddenly in the attempts to take over my will and my body. My whole being started to strengthen my defence. I felt an eternity of destruction in the attack, and a hatred for all living things. And I was about to drown. In my mind I heard screams. A million souls ripped apart. The deaths of beings, in infinite numbers, over times of eternity. And through it all there was a small voice of hope. It was a hope with an evil twist. It was hope of destruction. And a hope of survival. It was my only hope. I took it. I opened a little and my mind was flooded. I couldn’t tell where my mind ended and the other begun. If it’s described as the ultimate evil, its not words enough. It was too much. I passed out.

Of my walk back to our village I only remember pain. Every muscle and every part of my bone hurt. And it was intensified by the evilness in my mind. It was a pure evil consciousness, madness with a will. All I could to was to watch and suffer. And it enjoyed my suffering, and enhanced it. It enhanced it with the pain of immortal souls tormented since the beginning of time.
Suddenly I was back at home. My hands raised to the air. I felt energy building up. Too much energy for my little body. It burst out from my hands, and burned them while doing it. From my hands fire erupted, on to every house in the village, as they were caught on fire. Screams started everywhere. Out of the houses elves run. My hands fell down. A glow begun around my body. Soon the glow around me was stronger then the light from the fires. People looked at me and stopped with what they where doing. Putting out fire or helping others, they stopped. And then I explode. It’s not possible, I know. But that was the feeling. It was time for more fire. Everyone around me caught on fire. It jumped from body to body and back again. But no flesh was on fire, not yet. Only their souls. And again there were the screams of souls ripped apart. This thing inside me was experienced. It had done this so many times, that it didn’t know where or when it started. And it enjoyed it. It sucked ever piece of pain to its mind. And I had to taste it as well. All of it. Then suddenly, just to enhance the pain, fire spread from souls to flesh. Through the air, the smell of burning flesh was mixed with the smell of fear, and the agony was multiplied in thousands. Body’s fell to the ground twisted. Then it stopped. Everyone was gone. No house left. No bodies. And no souls. I fell to the ground. And in my mind was the echo of a conversation that almost didn’t take place, and still was there.
“-He is too small. Maybe we should have waited for someone bigger.”
-“They weren’t coming, they were to strong. You know that.”
-“Yes, I know. But still, we could have waited a bit longer.”
“-It is too late for that now. No point arguing about it.”
“-Let us leave this place. Take him now.”
“-No, this one will live.”
“-He is no use to us anymore.”
“-That is not up to you to decide. He is still useful.”

I woke up. I remembered everything that happened to me. I didn’t know where to go. I left my home that I burnt to the ground. I left twisted bodies that I had burned. I was only a kid. I met a travelling company of dwarves. I didn’t know why they where there. I didn’t ask. I didn’t care. I didn’t even know where I was. And by time my memories faded. I had no use of them. Not yet.

What the dwarves did to help me I have already told. But some memories are better left alone, but this memory? It enjoy to come back to me, I can feel it. Nourishing on my fears at night. Well, I found some herbs that ease my pain. And some that take away my nightmares.

It is now time for my memories to wake up. I have no reasons to keep them back anymore. The Burning Crusade is closing in on all of us. One by one the forgotten pieces are falling into place. I have made up my mind to follow the true heritage of my soul, or rather, what have become of my soul. I will join the Horde as a Blood Elf. Not a true Blood Elf , at least not in body, but in mind and spirit and soul. The Horde, and the Blood Elf’s thereby, stands for chaos, and chaos help my true purpose, when it is time for it to be revealed. From time to time I will travel the world as a Night Elf, but only when it serves my purpose.”

((As I said. I will not leave, but getting a new char. I will try to be at the meetings, and will be here on the forum. So you have to live with me some more. I will be horde at Sporeggar. So /join TDS??))

Galendingo..

You are such a brave and fresh Night Elf..I see so many energy in your
body..You are always there when we need you, always on time..and I cant
belive you want to leave us now..leave your home and Elune..

But if this is your desire and if thats what you really want then..Go...

I know and I am even sure that our roads will cross over someday..

Thats why I am not saying goodbye!



((See ya at Sporeggar ))

Im not leaveing. I will keep myself away. When I feel it is safe, I will return to defend our home. I will also try to be at the meetings.

((Since this is almost my only char, I feel its time to start a new one. But Im not quitting....))

I know You're not leaving..But You dont think its almost the same? We
dont know each other well but all Sentinels are important..No matter
what..

Thats why staying behind, away its maybe not the best way for us,
Sentinels, but if You feel that You need this..I cant stop You..



((I know you not quitting, same as me. Phen is my only char and I want
to lvl her up till 70..in the same time I want to play BE so we need
some resolution right *grins*))