And So We See Our Old Selves Dying

The pup had said the fightin’ was bad there. I figured it was bad everywhere in the north, so couldn’t be much worse than any other. But it is.

I jus’ had a quick run through a’fore the elf pulled us away fer now, but first impression last, eh? And in this land, I see myself.

These lands ‘re inflected, taken over without their biddin’, turned intah somethin’ else. What’s left of what was is tryin’ tah hang on by any means, or tryin’ tah jus’ give in and give up, in turn.

An’ then there’s the ones come tah “help”. Fightin’ the invaders, fightin’ tah free this place, but not so much tah save ’em, jus’ tah destroy what changed ’em.

That’s why the Horde let us in, ain’ it?

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Disillusioned

When I was one, who was new to the Horde, I stood beside the glimmering dome, and wondered what wonders lay within the city it protected. I walked around and around, dodging those trapped on the outside, as I was.

Years before, when I was one, who was new to study, the stories I had heard made that city an aspiration, a goal I pursued, but never achieved. It was taken from me, along with so much else, and I was forced to think of it no more.

Now that I am one, who was both these two though no longer new, I have finally entered Dalarn. I have seen the city without its dome, and I have sought that long-held promise.

But it is just a city, no different from any other, except that it floats.

I want to go home.