I suppose outsiders would imagine it to be a composition of figments of one's wildest imaginations, nightmares and dreams alike. For the moon shone with genuine elegance, and under the deep purple skies are green fields filled with serenity, but like all things, possess scars of the past.
And yes, as I sit on the edge of a small cliff, I guess such a prediction would be at least marginally accurate. Kalimdor beamed of perfection and magic, and in some dark corners you might at least suspect danger lurking in the dark.
I too, have experienced a couple of unexpected circumstances myself, wherein I have not the slightest idea what to do anymore. Though I never had been in any mortal danger, for not only Elune watches over me but my two lovers as well.
Funny I should call them that. I rarely have the time for such antics- being the Priestess of the Moon I serve the Night elves and protect them in Elune's name. But these two had always resided in my heart, or at least one of them does. The other, however, is always shunned away from everything, and though he is a traitor to our race I sympathize in him.
Maybe that's the reason why he's in love with me. After all, even his brother despises him, and if I were in his position I would have felt helpless myself. He looks at me as if I was a shining beacon in the darkness he lives in. It saddens me to think that even if he wasn't blind, all he would see is darkness.
Furion is another story. I love him, and if time permits we would be married sooner or later and be together the rest of our immortal lives. The problem with him is that he might never find the courage to forgive his own brother. He let Illidan free because it was my wish, and not his.
Sometime in the past I had swore to never hurt another night elf again. I used 'again' for I had to do so once, when our sisters had been corrupted and lost. I never did anymore after that. I'm a priestess, as I had mentioned earlier, and I would never dream of killing another accidentally, intentionally or whatever. I have disobeyed my own rule. Every moment I reject him is considered as a stab, but he still draws it in, still clinging to the long forsaken hope that maybe, just maybe, I'd return his feelings. It's cruel to think about it. Because even if I do marry him, I would only destroy what's left of the Illidan I knew. He's a kind person, and being with someone who does not love you back would only make you wither more.
I stroke the soft mane of my frostsaber tiger, and in gratitude it gave out a low purr, leaning against my cold fingers. The thing about Kalimdor is that at night, the chill is too much for anyone to handle. But I am beside a large ball of silver fluff; freezing would be avoidable.
I wonder, mostly whenever I stand here and watch over our village, what would have happened if Illidan never betrayed us? Would I be with him now, or would things still be the same? Maybe so. He's a lot of help as always. It's a pity he's always moving here and there. I guess he's not so lonely. He's traveling with the Naga Vashj and the Blood elf Kael'thas after all. Both, I assume, would be able to give him the comfort he needs.
It's been sometime since I last thought of him. My mind is always so busy and full of anger before- but now that I had forgiven him, I'm always musing about the could-have-beens.
Such a stupid thing to do anyway. I would never have the power to control time and go back to the past, maybe to relive everything again or just to stop him from committing his mistake. Yeah, maybe I'd do that. To avoid the sadness corrupt Illidan's heart and to erase the pain in my love as well.
He's still night elf though, whatever he looks like. And he'll always be looking out for me, even if I push him away.
No one, I guess, will stop him at that.