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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.
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.