Tag: journal x 2

Light’s Hope was..uncomfortable.

Watching Lilliana, you would never think that she must be hurting. Her face is nearly serene -- if the stares that she gets from those who do not know her (and there are many who do know her, and very well, and question not) bother her, she doesn’t show it. Instead she seems to glide through the space as if she owns it still. It dawns on me that I never asked her where she was stationed, back before she became a demon hunter. It is possible she could have been stationed here for a time; perhaps Suel’thalas, only a stone’s throw away, was near enough that this place weighed constantly on her mind. I cannot guess at what she’s thinking. She assumes I didn’t see her sadness -- as well as she tried...

There is something about all this -- these changes. So many people asking me to let the past go. Be someone you weren't, become someone new. Change, Eleeria! That seems to be the theme of the new year, if anyone counts these years any more. Change.

Ethalarian told me I don't need to look back anymore. I am not an assassin any longer. I’m a proud Knight-Initiate. Hyrall told me the same thing -- prettier words, but the same meaning. I am released from this, from my past, from all of it. I am Chosen, I’m no longer a simple assassin, I am something different. Better. A predator. But it's not that simple. I can't release myself from several hundred years of training. Not all at once -- maybe not ever. I can call myself a blood knight...