Warlock Prejudice: An Open Letter

"Hear them talk, Mezzy?"

The young gnome lass looked down into the water that wound through Stormwind's canals. She could see the moon and stars reflected in that still black mirror. Her bright steel earrings, the hint of crimson in her pony tails. And the ever shifting cobalt and black shadows of the great demon that drifted beside her. The voidwalker, Mezznuz, threw back his arms and roared, the low sound echoing across the cobbles.

"I know. There's only one winner in that contest, Mezzy. Aye ... and we shall nay speak Their names, not at night ... for sound travels so far on a clear cool evening, and calling Them by Name attracts Their attention.

"Aye, I can hear it too, Their fel laughter.

"As we do their work for them. Tear ourselves asunder, sow the seeds of distrust and betrayal, better than any succubus’ whisper in the night. They don't even have to lift a sword, whisper a spell ... and they have already won the first battle."

She sat on the edge of the bridge, her heels taptaptaping at the carven stone.

"Pride. Vanity. One wonders what they are thinking? Would they rather us stand with the other side? That would be so easy, life wouldn't be half as hard. There are many who ask, why stand with someone who despises you?

"Am I an evil person? That mage in the cathedral thought so. Syrinne, I think that was her name. I don't know. I don't think so. I mean ... I wonder how many souls her spells have taken ...

"I wonder how many mothers have lost their sons and daughters to a paladin's blade.

"No Mezzy, you can't eat her.

"Or them.

"Besides, she'd just be skin and bones and all."

There was a strange and wistful smile at that. Dark humor for a dark night.

"I don't really think they understand. I know I'm young. I know that the war is just tales of destruction to me. Songs the minstrels sing and lessons my masters teach.

"Or is it ...

"I think that they are waiting for Them to return, and know that on that dreadful day, they shall be tested, they will have to choose between Light and Shadow. And they hope that if their hearts are true, they will stand for the Light ... and that is why they will be the special ones, the Heroes, that the minstrels of the next generation will sing.

"Special ..."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Thank you, Mezzy. I know.

"But that’s the difference between us and them.

"You see, we have to face that choice every single day."

Tugging on one pony tail, the Alliance warlock considered her own words.

"One day at a time.

"That's all we got for a life.

"But it is ours. Our choice. Our life."

She scuffed the stone walls with her heels.

"It's not a bad life at that, is it Mezzy."