I sometimes wonder about how many orphans and refugees this war has created. I haven't had my own roof over my head for a long time and neither has anyone I've really met on my travels. The status quo of major figures and peasants has changed dramatically. I remember when I was a child the collection of goods and the land you owned are what made you or broke you. My family would collect many beautiful things that they could show off to other nobles to create a level of envy for their neighbors. A lot of my family traveled and brought back toys, shiny jewelry, and sometimes even exotic animals. But for the most part my family were somewhat tied to their hobbies to keep themselves from getting bored. Horseback riding, painting, music, sometimes games and sports. They would spend hours doing something repeatedly in the privacy of their own home, clumsily usually. The same song, wasting large amounts of paint, wood, and especially time. Throwing and wasting dozens of pieces and then moving to something else. Then they would sometimes watch a master of the craft. Sometimes to learn, sometimes simply out of entertainment. My family would look down on vagabonds, beggars, and transients like they were less then trash.

They would even shoot at them with arrows and attack them while on horseback. Guards would sometimes intervene before any bloodshed could be made but no one in my family were ever punished for there cruelty. On the say that they were trespassing and were going to steal something from our homes. I'm sure there were vagabonds that didn't make it though. Black hair was a key feature of lesser or magicless elves and how we would demonize our own people. Yes, there were elves that dyed their hair, but hair could be found in other places and if you were caught trespassing with dyed hair you were treated like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Things aren't like that anymore. Most people, myself included, don't have homes, but exotic mounts and large shoulder armor has become the new status quo and on a somewhat daily bases I'm asked to trespass into a foreign land and kill, take, and destroy things that don't belong to me. When I read the letters I'm given, there is usually some reason or justification for why, but I sometimes think it's a little strange how the tables have turned so dramatically.

In the world that has been at war for more than thirty years the vagabonds have become the new nobility but there is one thing that does bother me. Where have the infants been going? All I've been seeing is orphan edges getting stocked up with kids like salted sardines in a tin can. I've seen a few infant care areas in Northrend but I don't think I've seen a married couple walking hand and hand with a baby carriage, showing off a newborn to the people passing by in a very long time. I don't like it and while I haven't seen small bedroom apartments in Orgrimmar, I don't think outside a capital city is any safer. The Alliance has adventures as well, doing just about the same amount of killing, stealing, and destroying as the Horde does. I suppose this is war and that means everyone needs to raise children as soldiers first before they take on some sort of trivial pursuit or art. But I do miss the days of old where boredom and envy was my family's greatest enemy.

There was a strange bit of advice from Draka, mate of Durotan, she said to Thrall when she asked him about if he had a mate. Thrall explained that his mate was back home taking care of their child. She said, "War is a time where family should be right by your side."

I have to say, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. People die, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters. I try to think back on the invasion of Silvermoon when I was eight and it hurts. My stomach, my head, my eyes, and my mind won't let me see those bridges of corpse piles that were made. I've gotten use to the smell of the dead. The Undercity had a faint smell of it, but the Forsaken do clean themselves and their areas of business. I do remember the smell, but it's to terrible to think that the images I may or may have not seen are something from my memory or a bad nightmare. I can't remember or maybe, I don't want to remember, but I took a trip into the Emerald Nightmare's corruption and once again Malfurion Stormrage was kidnapped, Xavius's forces barricaded him inside a place called Darkheart Thicket. It was too much from me to take on alone. These Satyrs are strange creatures, some of them, the Ashbringer was able to feed on them like it was any other demon or undead leaving nothing but ashes in its wake, but some were, I suppose more alive. I'm beginning to think there must be some link between the Twisting Nether and the undead but whatever it is it's too faded for me to see. Demons glow with green blood and Fel energy and undead have this funny aura to them. My aunt Telavani said that Light and Shadow are two sides of the same coin. While Shadow seems to have completely unlimited unending sources of power, it would always wield to the Light, but the Light has its limits, strong as it may be, it has a birth, a life, and a death. Darkness doesn't have a beginning or an end, it just waits to nurture the Light. After so much death I've seen in my life, how many agents of darkness I've escaped or slayed it's hard for me to understand this. What is the Twisting Nether, the demons and the undead energies feel the same. From what I can tell the Twisting Nether might be some kind of perverted cycle of death and rebirth, demons die here and they come back through the Twisting Nether not stronger but the same, I think that people that come back from the dead must have had their souls ripped from this unholy place and sometimes take their old bodies back.

So, what does my Ashbringer do? Maybe it takes them to that other place, does it take souls, so they can be born as something else? Maybe it shreds demon souls into thousands of pieces, so they can't be brought back. The Ashbringer turns demonic and undead energy into clean light energy healing the wounds of myself and to others, so maybe there is some good in all this, in them, as in the Legion. Maybe on some level the Ashbringer sword is the same as Frostmourne, while Frostmorne's power was death and resurrection, the Ashbringer brings death and rebirth which is why all the energy it consumes is transformed into healing light energy. What if this sword can't be taken into the Twisting Nether full of immortals to kill demons, I know on some level I've already been there on missions, but Sargeras, where ever he is, might be sitting in the center of it. In a land filled with beings that are immortal could a sword of rebirth even sustain itself? With so many weapons made to combat immortal enemies thousands of years ago could they be taken into the Twisting Nether? It's too early to say now but it's a question that has been on the back of my mind. I've been able to summon the Ashbringer in spiritual form on several occasions, but I never knew the benefits of being able to hold it physically. The Ashbringer will be used to stop the invasion, but I think I may need to part with it during our invasion of whatever the Argent Crusade plans are in retaliation.

The Emerald Nightmare seems like a long winter coming. I think to myself and the corruption that filled the forest as one cannot sleep without having nightmares and pushing the Emerald Nightmare back for so many years has finally reach its boiling point and now it's my job to plow through the snow. These Night Elves having their homeland destroyed and corrupted by the nightmare is something I can't help not feeling bad about, because it was karma. I never like the idea of working with undead and orcs when I first joined the Horde but what choice did I have, who could me and my father turn to? It was good to know that Thrall had a fierce but gentle spirit and it gave me a sigh of relieve to find out that the leader of the undead was a former high elf general. These night elves turned their heads up at us because we didn't have an unlimited source of magic to feed off of and now look at them, Malfurion Stormrage, a crying coward waiting for his woman to come a rescue him. I will never see what Tyrande Whisperwind sees in him. I guess I've never been a big fan of so much inaction though, I guess to each her own.

You know I completely planned on writing about the Darkheart Thicket but I thought I could infiltrate the stronghold alone. I sent messages to my soldiers on the Argent Crusade but Tyrande convinced me that it would take too long. I managed to find some very capable blood elves that could clear the brushes and infiltrate, but the legions of creatures of the Nightmare ambushed me. I didn't think Xavius or the shade of Xavius knew that I would bring friends. Frankly I just wanted a few men to cut down all the brush that was blocking my way; I didn't predict that his strongest forces would be waiting for me. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or petrified, but if I had gone in there alone I would have died and maybe even lost the Ashbringer. Tyrande was right about one thing though, Malfurion was bait for her and also from me. While Xavius form was a shadow, his forces and lieutenants were very real and the Ashbringer couldn't feed on them like it had other enemies, but the people I found were extremely capable. A hidden group known as the Silvermoon Senate, a group of blood elves that would perform special operations in Dalaran during the campaign in Icecrown, it was very hush hush stuff from what I was able to gather and were completely disbanded when the High Elves started hunting down the Sunreavers. Now that they were allowed back into the city their operations needed to be seen with a magnified glass, but it opened the opportunity for other races to join the Senate and I just happen to run into their leader. Arwen Silverdawn a red haired mage that fancied wearing white priest dresses embowered in blue gems, her and her team ran through that place in under twenty minutes. Ambushes and lieutenants and all, "As payment from our services how would you like to join a cause that will make life better for all elves." She requested.

The idea seemed nice; I mean I was trying to help the race of elves that for the last ten years turned their noses up at us blood elves. I thought about declining for the sake of the Argent Crusade, but my pride really made me think that I could handle these areas by myself, or at least with a few Argent Crusade bodies. No, I needed capable people if the Legion were to be stopped and maybe I wouldn't have to keep throwing knights and squires at missions like cannon fodder. For now, they have me as one of their agents Perfectia Dawnlight the new Ashbringer Highlord of the Argent Crusade, I just hope it will be for the greater good. I guess I'll be finding out tomorrow.