"Can you hear that? Can you taste it in the air?"It was dark and the snow swirled in silver drifts. Behind them the jagged spires of His Citadel rose, bitter spines silouetted against the Northrend night. The small warlock looked to her dark companion, the silent Voidwalker her oldest friend.
"It is a call for Heroes ..."
A gentle hand reached up, touching bracers crafted of magic.
"And I am sure Heroes will answer that call. The famous, the infamous, those whose fair hair is so perfectly tossled by the wind, the slice of their blades the cue for a minstrel's song.
"But I can't help but think of sweet Wynilla, of bold Takumi, of fiery Inflagrante, kind Uinen and valiant Gia, and of Chelydra who took a chance on us so long ago when he asked us to join his Veritas family. They may call us common, and we may be, but commoners like ourselves, we are the world's heart, we are its soul. While our names may not be sung in the halls of Stormwind, those who are only do so because upon our shoulders they stand.
"As for us? Its been too many years. We have seen the temples of princes. We have stood beneath the Liche King's throne. But no matter how cold the snow is here, how white it may be ... its never quite right and I can't ignore my heart any longer.
"Mezzy,
"It's time to go home."
Nellisynthia Nellastatia of Kharanos
This was our submission to Blizzard's guild essay contest for ten invitations to the Cataclysm beta test.
ReplyDeleteWe were one of the winners.
I can see why you won! This line is oh so perfect: "...those whose fair hair is so perfectly tossled by the wind, the slice of their blades the cue for a minstrel's song."
ReplyDeleteCongrats to you and your Guildmates!