Fyn's Journal #1

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Fyn's Journal #1
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January 5th, 35 ADP-

I can feel it. Just as I did before. The pulling. The tearing in my very soul. I haven’t visited the Dream in weeks for fear of being any closer to it. I can never forget that day. The screaming, the roars, as my brothers and sisters within the Dream fought against it. Above all else, I will never forget gazing upon the source of the evil. My superiors fought ahead of me, and I watched with the other thero’shans as our shan’dos valiantly charged into the thick of the darkness. Me and my peers sat, hunched in fear as our masters were struck down, or driven to madness. As I gazed into the rift, my greatest fears became manifest before me, and in my weakness, I ran from them. I was foolish. I was the only one stupid enough to fall for the deception. As I burst from hiding, one of the horrifying creatures of the corruption attacked. It tore at my face, and dragged me through the grass, closer to the rift. I felt the energies tugging at me, almost as if my very skin was being torn from my face. And then, I saw it; the essence of the Nightmare. In that moment, my mind expanded, and warped, both in the same action. I screamed, tears streaming from my eyes in terror, and at the same time I laughed as I never had in my life. I felt terror like none other, but at the same time, I felt invincible. I knew it could not harm me, and I laughed in defiance. My bones cracked as my body grew into my bear form. I tore the creatures around me apart, and I let out guttural roars meant to be continued laughter. Their black blood streamed down my jaws, and stained by paws. And while I was demonstrating my power over them, I was driven to continue my slaughter by my fear that should I falter, they would gain the upper hand. They would end me. I knew it. How could I feel such terror, and yet such joy, at the same time? I’ve since learned that this is the essence of the madness of the Nightmare, and the entity it spawns from. A madness that they say has infected me.

I survived my encounter. But I did not leave unscathed. I am still welcome in Moonglade. I am not treated with contempt. They stare at my scars, out of concern and fear. I am an oddity. But I know what they think. I know that they know the war in my mind. My sanity is damaged. I will not deny that. But I can’t let them know the extent. They still don’t know I still feel the connection to darkness. So now I have to ask myself the most difficult question of my life… do I tell them the Nightmare is returning?

((Thanks for reading! Fyndren is a character I've had written for some time, but just very recently created in-game. I'm very excited, and maybe a bit nervous, to introduce him to the community. But I've grown fond of his manic personality, and I can't wait to continue posting his journals as his journey continues. Again, thanks for reading!))

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((Creepy. I had to log in and reply because my Kaldorei druid recently had a dream that made her question whether she needed to return to the Emerald Dream... hmm. Great journal entry!!))