Journal of Vuralyn
Prologue
This is the journal of Vuralyn; should anyone find this, please, bring it to my family in Silvermoon. The next couple of pages in this journal will be about my life, the things I've done, my family, thoughts, and hardships I had until the day I died. Read on if you'd like, but please do give this journal to my family, it would be my only request to make me happy in the afterlife. Just to clarify who I am, I'm a male Blood elf, sanguine hair, acid-like eye color, I suppose sanguine-pinkish skin, muscular, long hair, male, and anything else is of no importance. I think. I carry this journal with me everywhere I go in my adventurer's pack and write in it near the end of the day, or during some special time. (dates are made up and possibly not true )
Chapter one: The Scourge attacks
October 10, 1643
Mother has gotten me a journal for my 17'Th birthday. It is my birthday today, and I thought I would write in it for today just because mother has requested it. Father has gotten me something more manly. He has gotten me two real daggers and a bow with some arrows. I think he wants me in the army when I'm 18 and wants me to practice. Anyways, my brother, Thurandil, (pronounced Thur-in-dill. Pretty simple really )is out at Silvermoon learning under the path of the light, so he couldn't attend the party. My sister, Alayvea, (pronounced: Uh-lay-vee-uh) had her present given to her too as well. Not only is it my birthday, but it's hers too. It's kind of strange how it works, but it's not important. Anyways, I'm going to have some of that delicious food, tastes divine!
October 13, 1643
It's been three days since I last wrote in this book, and I've learned a lot with these knives! I'm also good with this bow! It's a standard bow, but I'm not that bad! I have a practice dummy in the forest. Mother doesn't know of it since she doesn't like violence that much, so I never tell her the truth when I go out to practice with these weapons. I plan to be one of Silvermoon's best hunters and be know all across Kalimdor, so I decided to practice. I forgot to mention that father gave sister two daggers as well. She dreams big and wants to be a full-pledged assassin working under Lady Sylvanas. So she was practicing with me. This is what I remember earlier today:
"Vuralyn, you know that I'm not that skilled yet and don't have that much skill with these yet!" Sister yelled at me. "That's why you practice! If you want to be an assassin for Lady Sylvanas, you should start practicing now! That's what I'm doing." I replied to her. We slashed the targets with speed and strength. When I was nearly out of breath, a dragonhawk appeared out of nowhere! I could tell it was hostile, that look in it's eyes and the way it roared at us. Sister screamed and fled into the shadows. I brought out my bow and started shooting my arrows at it. I didn't know if it would help or anything, but it seemed to keep the beast at bay. When I was running out of arrows, sister appeared from the trees and stabbed the beast from behind. That was the end of the thing. I took back my arrows from the corpse, and we headed home. That was enough "practice" for the day.
October 27, 1643
Thurandil came back the day after my last entry. It's not likely that he comes, so I spent lots of time with him. We trained together and with sister too. It felt like old times, we would play and mess around, punched each other when we felt annoyed, and talked about our days and how life has been so far. Tomorrow will be the last day he's here though. Thurandil's teacher said that he and his other trainees have to go down the dead scar and cleanse the area of some of the remaining undead. The mission will end when they reach Tranquillan.
We were talking since it would be the last night we would see each other for a long time. He challenged me to a fight with real weapons, but doing it here would make a huge ruckus that mom wouldn't like, so we told her that we were going to the town for a stroll around.
I left the house with a weird feeling that things were going to change in a bit, but my feelings are usually wrong. A while later on the road, it started giving way to the Dead Scar, a place filled with bones, ash, and corpses. I knew a road down south which could take me to my usual training area where we were going to duel, but going through the dead scar would be faster. Little did I know that the corpses were actually members of the Scourge. The instant I was in the middle of the black road, they sprang to life ready to attack.
I wasn't an untrained fighter, so I brought out my two daggers and taunted these vile creatures. My training had taught me to be fast, and fast I was. I move with such agility that the undead didn't have much chance. Thurandil used his paladin training to his advantage and used his holy smite on the bloodthirsty savages. After destroying a couple of the undead and taking a few scratches, they started fleeing. Little did I know again that they weren't fleeing, but regrouping.
I sat on my behind catching my breath. My throat was dry, sweating all over, and really exhausted. I knew the location of a lake close by and decided to head there. "You did great despite the fact that you self-trained yourself." Thurandil complimented. "Your partially the reason why I'm good and still alive." I replied. We got to the river when suddenly, two giant abominations made of stitches, corpses, and death appeared across the river.
My brother fled back up the dead scar hoping to get to Silvermoon. I hid in a tree top and pulled out my bow in hopes the shadows would hide me and that the abominations weren't that smart to find me. I inspected them and saw that they were geared from head to toe in heavy armor, all four arms armed with battle axes, and were charging straight towards the Sunwell, and towards me.
I suppose they had a good sense of smell since one of them threw a hook at me. I barely dodged and survived with my life from that thing! As I rose to my feet from the ground, I saw something that horrified me to the bone. I saw an army of undead armored with plate armor, and equipped with runeblades. Great, they had brought Death Knights, I knew of them since My father barely survived fighting one. But what scared me most was their leader standing tall behind them. I saw the lich lord Kel' Thuzad, his aura of death and the feeling of Northrend brought to here chilled me.
I knew I stood no chance against that army, so I ran down the river in hopes that I would have a chance of escaping the army of the dead. The last thing I heard was a cold voice saying, "Destroy this city, and leave no survivors!" that was when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I assumed it was an arrows from an archer as I drifted down the lake.
To Be Continued
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