I have to return to Northrend. I've been putting it off for far too long. I am needed up there, and I can't forsake my duties. It's hard, though, to be in Northrend. It's like the entire continent screams, the voices of the dead drown out everything else. And slowly, the spirits begin to close in on those that they know can hear them, begging them, or taunting, threatening, or just following, not even knowing why.. The dragons, so many of them. It's almost worse than the humanoids, and such. It's so hard to ignore them.
But I have meditated for the last few days. The Light will protect me, will keep them from seeing me. And will keep me from hearing them. I hope it will. I have faith, I have to.
I don't want to go.
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