Am I a writer? There are things in this book I am hoping to share but can't, there are things in this book that people know but I wish that they didn't. Does war give our lives meaning, meaning that makes our deaths more glorious? Do we lose purpose without war, losing our chances at a true gloryful death. Without glory would our deaths or our lives be meaningless? So if we truly made it to a time where peace and civilizations were in abundance, one would want to break through. I think of someone like Kel'thuzad clawing away at the walls of peace, until he was able to see his glory on the other side. His cult of followers, his armies of undead, and his champion the Lich King. Able to change the world as he saw fit and us, we finally had true villains, giving us the happy ending and glorious deaths we so desperately craved. From our majestic glory holes.

The people I worked with during my exploits during the battlegrounds against the Alliance didn't mean anything to me. The Alliance and the Horde was all I knew about the people that died, but I can't remember not one person's name that I met on the battlefield and I don't expect anyone to know mine. It was a power play with every kill, not because it fed me, but my level of skill in battle grew and after a while I would go out into a battlefield for fun and it didn't matter who was Horde or Alliance anymore, I just wanted to win.

At the beginning of the day I summoned Lucy and tried to get on her back, but she kept running away from me. She usually did that when she was hungry, so I removed her reins and she darted away. I tried to cast the spell to summon her again but there was nothing, she was gone. I suppose I had forsaken my vows to the Light and somehow Lucy must have known. I bought a two-handed sword from the armory and enough food to camp out in the Hellfire Peninsula for a day or two. I was planning on staying for a little longer than that, but I knew there were vendors that sold food and I could find some kind of magical creatures that I could feed off of. There was also the naaru floating in the center of the city which is why I hadn't felt really hungry since I've been in Shattrath. I sat next to it for an hour until all traces of withdrawal and pain were gone, but my stomach still felt empty.

I took the whole day to go fishing in Outland and the fights with the fish didn't seem fair. I caught one big one, I tried to cast a healing spell on it, and threw it back into the water. My hands didn't glow like I expected when casting healing spells. I did eat the little fish, but I eventually saw the big fish I caught earlier floating upside down on the surface of the water.

There was something about that that really depressed me. I despaired in my solitude almost uncontrollably on the heaving vastness of unbroken blue. The change of emotional tears happened like a single bolt of lighting, when a coming storm. Strong, uncaring, seeming not to have any signs of stopping anytime soon. Reason being unknown, I had been in more tragic situations, but no one saw me in this moment of depression. So I cried for maybe an hour or more and I'm not sure if I could have stopped if someone saw me, but there was no one. No person at least. For minutes of staring downward thinking my tear ducts would empty like waterskins as I saw my unstoppable tears fall into the lake below. Face downward moaning and annoyed at the continual cleaning the tears and snot that ran down my face. I closed my eyes and opened them only to peek and let them fall on the ground like a drying waterfall.

When I finally stopped and got my breathing under control, I opened my eyes to discover myself sucked into a slimy expanse of black mud. Which extended about me in black layers of corrupted ground as far as the lake was spread. I was surprised and disturbed to say the least at the sudden change of scenery for in the air was the smell of rotting soil and a sinister equality which chilled me to the very core. "What was I becoming?" I thought out loud.

What was once beautiful and life bearing was now putrid with the corpses of decaying fish and other dead life forms that I saw protruding from the now blackened rotting mud and water. For hours on end my despair brought an unutterable hideousness that toxified the lake to the point the water was a black slime that was killing the wildlife. The landscape that I thought tranquil and serene now oppressed me with enunciated fear. The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its cloudless cruelty as the reflecting inky marsh beneath my feet.

I looked down on the now clear reflection of the blackened mud colored water. My eyes were blue again, but not the light blue, when the Sunwell was present. That deep cold ice blue. I would have cried in disbelief if I had any tears left, I screamed, "That's not me!" I tried to cast holy magic, tried to recall any spells, any prayers in the Light, but it wasn't having any effect. I looked back and forth looking at the reflection and eventually my eyes went back to their normal green. But I still couldn't cast spells as I made my way back to Shattrath City.

I don't know what to do right now, but I walked back to Shattrath City with a somewhat full tummy even though it wasn't a lot of food I ate, maybe I was nauseous, and stayed in the Aldor side again because, bathrooms. Before I went to bed I stared at the mirror trying to see if my eye would change blue at will, but they never did. Just fading green light as I got more tired and the nightfall came closer.

The next day after that I took a flight path to Falcon Watch with just my backpack, pants, shoes, a shirt, and a store-bought two-handed sword. When I left the encampment, I saw Protecto the time walker dragon overhead. He swooped and transformed into his elven form, his yellow shining armor from head to toe and a golden heavy sword and shield. I was so happy to see him I rushed over to him and hugged him. He looked down on me as I hugged him, "Sup ya bludger, I heard you left the order? Turning to running tricks for your drug and alcohol addiction?" We've been friends for a while. We could talk to each other like that. Protecto also talked funny and I don't know how to explain it.

"If you're here to try to talk me back into the Order you're wasting your time."

Protecto smiled, rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "*That's part of the reason I'm here. They let me into the Argent Crusade order you know, but the job makes me violently constipated and I'm definitely not paid enough for it. So I came to help the nether drakes, but when I found out that you were here in Outland I wanted to see you.*"

I faced him, nodded and smiled, "*It's good to see you again, it's been a long time.*"

Protecto looked away, "*I'm sorry about everything in draenor-*"

I stopped him mid-sentence, "*No, it's fine, you don't have to apologize for anything, but could you take me to where I can find out where one of those Blood Knight shields are?*"

He looked at me strangely, "*You're not wearing armor right now, what do you need a Blood Knight shield for?*"

I shrugged slightly, "*I don't know, I just thought maybe I could practice by myself. You know how bad I am with shields. Maybe make my biggest weakness my greatest strength. I have more than enough privacy to practice without making a fool of myself.*"

He nodded slightly, "*So you are thinking of coming back?*"

I shrugged slightly, "*Not as a Highlord, but a squire maybe, but not until I gain some confidence on the shield style. It's been too embarrassing looking like an amateur.*"

Protecto nodded, "*Sure let me go back to normal and I'll fly you over there.*"

"*Wait!*" I interrupted his transformation as I held out my hand. I smiled and scratched the back of my head, "*Actually, can you stay like this for a while? It's just, I've never really looked at your face like this.*"

Protecto blushed, looked away, and smiled, "*Oh, okay, yeah sure.*"

I rolled my eyes, "*It's just, you're wearing armor and I'm not.*"

We ran for a little bit, "*You know I wanted to join the order because I heard that you were the new Highlord,*" He stated while running, "*but when I joined they told me that you had already quit.*" Protecto said.

We moved our run into a jog, "*I'm sorry to disappoint you, but even if you were there with me I still would have quit. Is there a new Highlord, someone to wield the Ashbringer?*" I asked.

Protecto rolled his eyes and sighed, "*Yes, a dwarf named Dorvak Irontoe, a loud brute, is able to carry the Ashbringer despite his size.*"

"*And the Blood Knights?*" I asked.

"*Not well, struggling with their arcane addiction, Dorvak seems to have distaste for them and me.*" Protecto explained.

I was a bit confused, "*Wait, but you're not an elf.*"

"*He doesn't know that. Boros, Maxwell, and Arator know, but the Timewalker dragons have been on thin ice since Kairozdormu betrayal. They said not to say anything about it*" He explained.

I heard the sound of a mechanical click. I pulled back on Protecto's armor bringing him to a stop, then a loud bang of a shotgun or pistol. A white haired female gnome in brown leather pants and cutoff shirt spun two orange daggers in front of us from a distance, "Didn't think we would find anyone skilled in these parts." She said in Common and ran off.

Protecto clinched his teeth and was about to give chase but I put my arm in front of him and said, "*We're not equipped to deal with highwaymen right now.*"

"Highwaymen?" I heard a small high pitched feminine voice say.

Protecto got his sword and shield ready, "*She's still around.*" He said.

"Fine not -ighwaymen, reveal yourself as 'weed dealer'." I spoke in broken Common.

"Oh my gosh that accent is awful. Just speak Orcish, we gnomes have built translators you know." She said still out of sight.

"Her Orcish isn't that much better... " Protecto yelled. "...No offense."

"Some taken." I stepped forward, "We came 'ere looking for…"

"One of the blood knight shields, we know." She interrupted me, "You're not the first and hopefully not the last. Blood elves from Tempest Keep have been leaving Outland to join the paladin order once they found out the Highlord was one of their own."

"We?" I asked.

We heard her tapping on something metal, "Was that Orcish or Thalassian?"

"I don't know, I think it was Common." We heard another voice whisper to another, "Set to Thalassian."

"There is no setting for that. Aren't you an elf, translate."

I saw Protecto rush forward, broke through a piece of rock, and knocked down the gnome with large protective glasses. She struggled to get up and ran off. This time he was too far away for me to stop him. I ran to him in the Overlook, a small cliffside arena where Horde and Alliance fought for control. I saw Protecto go into the corridor and was knocked back into me knocking us both on the ground making Protecto drop his sword. A night elf in full chain armor and a spear on his back came out of the shadows near us, shook his head and laughed at us. A dwarf stepped from the corridor, he had been waiting there to ambush us, and he was holding the Ashbringer. "Highlord Dorvak Irontoe?" Protecto said in disbelief.

The new highlord ran toward me with the Ashbringer. I looked up as he jumped upwards in the air and Protecto knocked me out of the way, taking the might of the blow with his shield. He fell to the ground shield bloody as the Ashbringer cut through his shield and arm knocking him onto the floor. Dorvak Irontoe stepped on Protecto's shield and pulled the blood soaked Ashbringer from it, "That's one puny blood elf down, one to go." I felt his life slipping away and was about to cast a healing spell on him, but he opened his eyes, looked at me, and shook his head, no.

I wasn't wearing armor, so I ran, and I ran faster than I knew that I could. I heard a loud bang; I felt something sharp and numb go into my leg stopping me in my tracks. That white-haired gnome shot me, and I couldn't move. I prayed to the light and its holy orange aura surrounded me, healing me from whatever numbing agent that shot me. I concentrated my arcane magic and blasted her with light magic as I ran, it sounded like a loud bell ring and she fell to the ground unconscious. I prayed to the light and recalled the memory when I first met Lucy, "Please Lucy, I need your help." I said, and, in a flash yellow healing light, I was riding her hoping to get away, but I felt something break into her armor and stab her through her hind legs. She fell over, a spear was in her leg and now I was being rushed by a night elf.

I summoned a lesser protection spell as the Night Elf flurried his spear at me, "You're going to pay for that!" The night elf hissed. He continued to slash and there was no pain, but I knew that wouldn't last long. The weapon that he held reeked ancient power just like the Silver Hand, its taste was appealing but I couldn't focus on that. That dwarf was short enough to hide in the Night Elves field of vision, as I was tied up with the hunter. He knocked me with the Ashbringer making full contact with the back of my shoulder cracking some bones in my arm and collar bone. The impact dragged me through the ground and slammed me into a nearby hill. I felt my whole right side go numb and scrapes on my left from dragging were stinging and bleeding. I tried to move but it made the pain of broken bones set in and I screamed. "Nice hit Highlord. Funny she wasn't wearing armor." The night elf hunter said as he walked toward me, "She looks like she hasn't taken in arcane magic for a few days though."

"How can ye tell?" Dorvak asked as he put the Ashbringer on his back.

"Blood elves get these runes on their bodies when they're struggling with arcane addiction." The hunter stated.

Dorvak laughed, "You know I've seen that in the halls, not as bad as her though, she's got them all over her body. Now I know who to kick out." He stated.

"La Silver Hand… " I whispered as loud as I could.

"What?" Dorvak asked.

"You don't 'ave to kick zem out; ze Silver Hand will help wiz zeir addictions. Zey can still fight." I said, my voice was raspy as my mouth was filled with blood; I coughed and spit out blood. "I bit my tongue."

Dorvak laughed again, "Ya think I want to help your people? No, I want you gone; you mana vampires have been too hard to manage. Why do you think I sent so many here to find that damn shield you all like carrying around so much?" Dorvak laughed and breathed out." Put her out of her misery." He ordered.

The hunter looked at me and got his spear ready, "Fine, this is for Gearz."

"Actually, I'm fine, thanks though." I heard the high-pitched voice of the gnome come from my back.

The hunter stopped pointing his spear at me, sighed, shook his head, and shrugged, "Well, I, what's your name blood elf."

"Perfectia." I answered.

The dwarf looked at me in shock, "What?!" He looked over at his hunter friend, "Kill her, kill her now!"

"You know-"The hunter tried to say something, but he was pushed out of the way by Dorvak. He lifted the Ashbringer in the air and came down with it. I put my left hand out in defense and I was holding a Corrupted Ashbringer as it clashed with his Ashbringer. I couldn't move my right arm, but I felt this night elf's energy drain and it soothed my bones back into place. I plugged it into the night elves mid-section and he fell backwards on his back, "She's a Death Knight." The night elf said, but the dwarf had already started running.

I felt two stabs at my back kidneys, well I didn't feel it, but I knew it was there. I felt the blade clip as it went through my stomach and hit the back of my front ribs. I looked behind myself at the gnome and she looked back up at me with dread as she tried to pull back her daggers. I grabbed her by the base of her skull and lifted her light body up in the air and as she struggled to get free leaving her daggers in my back. Even though I hadn't used the Corrupted Ashbringer in this way before I could see its energy fill up the small gnomes' body with green energy like a balloon and popped with fel energy just the same. I pulled the tan and orange daggers from my back and threw them on the ground. I saw an image of myself again and I thought it was Imperfecta there to laugh or gloat that I was finally giving into this corruption. But it wasn't her, it was me, I mean the real me telling me to stop. Even as I write this I'm not sure if this is Perfectia or Imperfecta, but it felt good. I remember looking at the Corrupted Ashbringer and saying, "Oh yeah, this is going into someone." I walked over to where the night elf hunter was and put my foot over him. I brought down the Corrupted Ashbringer on his chainmail and made a sawing motion, back and forth until I saw red. I felt the Corrupted Ashbringer drain his life away as it made contact with his blood. I looked into his eyes as he looked back at me and tried to breathe, I saw the blue glow from my eyes on his face, "*Don't kill him, please!*" I heard Perfectia scream.

"Zey were killing my FRIENDS! Do you know what that means?" I shouted in a deep and distorted voice and put the blade completely through.

I saw the image of myself looking disgusted at the corpse I just made, "You'll be needing more friends? Are you the darkness my old friend?" She asked.

I walked through the image of me, and it was strange to be the but of my own jokes, "Nobody wants to be your friend." I said as the dwarf ran off, I put my hand out as he ran away. I saw the image of him over my hands, "Come." I said and clinched my hands into fist, and in a second, he pulled a great distance to me, and his throat was in my hands.

He was heavier than the gnome, so I put him down and I could feel the Corrupted Ashbringer drain away his energy, "Please don't kill me." He got down on his hands and knees and begged. "I know who you are; the Ashbringer whispers your name all the time. I never wanted to be the Highlord, I just wanted the Ashbringer to win fights in the battlegrounds."

He took off the Ashbringer and held it out in front of him, "Please take it, and it wants to be with you again." He seemed out of breath as I took the sword off his hands. It did feel light. "There... " He said, "Can I just go now?"

I looked at him and smiled, "Shoryuken."

He sighed and nodded, "Thank you, that's actually very-"

I interrupted him by knocking him under the chin with the blunt side of the Ashbringer he just gave me. I saw him fly upward, land on his back, and I put both blades toward his neck as laid unarmed and helpless

I looked down at my Corrupted Ashbringer as it was beginning to fade away; I concentrated on the Corrupted Ashbringer telling it to feed on more of Dorvak Irontoe's life energy. I crossed the blades Ashbringer and Corrupted Ashbringer and pointed both edges at Dorvak's neck ready to cut off his head like scissors through a branch, "You killed my people." I stated.

"Mercy, please." The dwarf was crying, staring up at me like a dog waiting for scraps. "Misery-cord." He tried to say 'mercy' in Thalassian knowing there was a mistranslation if he said 'mercy' in Common which meant 'thank you' in Thalassian. I touched both sides of the blades to his neck, the Corrupted Ashbringer drinking in his sweat and the Ashbringer burning him causing more. I looked to the right and Perfectia was pleading with me, "He's asking for mercy, the Light forgives those who wish to atone." She said,

I took the Ashbringer's away from his neck and threw the corrupted one on the ground, it didn't clank like I thought it would, it just disappeared. I put the Ashbringer on my back and I put my face close to his and saw the glow of my eyes on his skin, it was green. "No more battlegrounds," I said as I helped get back up.

I heard him let out a sigh of relief, "Thank the Light." he said.

"As your new Highlord I'm demoting you to a lowly squire, so you can build a bav 'ouse somewhere on Lights 'ope." I ordered.

"A bathhouse, you mean?" Dorvak looked up at me and asked in disbelief.

I held up my chin and looked down at him, "And a spa too, if you do wish to atone for your crimes or you could await execution. If I see you swinging any-zing more zen a builders hammer I will cut you down zen and zere."

"Of course, Highlord." Dorvak nodded slightly, "I'm surprised you're not asking me to build an open bar, I heard you had a bit of a drinking problem." He lifted his head and asked.

I shrugged slightly, "Zat was one time during Brewfest where I went overboard, so no. So I want to see you working in all waking hours, if not, I will assume zat you have some plans for revenge." I ordered.

He shook his head, "No plans, I promise, you have my word. You will have your bathhouse before the year is over." Dorvak stated, he scratched the back of his head and then his beard.

Dorvak whistled and a griffin came by and picked him up, I saw him fly off into the distance and I saw a bronze dragon knock him off his griffin and I heard him scream as he fell 70 feet to the ground. I ran to the dwarf, he was dead on impact and Protecto in dragon form was burning the body with yellow fire. "*Protecto, what are you doing?! He swore that he was going…*"

"*If he meant anything he said he would have used his Hearthstone first.*" Protecto interrupted me, still as a dragon, "This fire should remove any traces of the bodies.. `` and went back to work.

"*Why would you do that?*" I asked, but he didn't look at me. It was hard to read him when he was like this.

"*I saw what you did back there, you changed into a Death Knight, even if he meant what he said, if he breathed a word of it I'm not sure you could be the Highlord anymore.*" Protecto stated.

I sighed at the sudden realization, "*My people need me to be the Highlord and I want to help the Bronze DragonFlight too*"

"*In that we both agree.*" Protecto nodded and breathed out another breath of yellow magical fire.

I moved my head into his field of vision, "*Do you see yourself as the new Aspect of Time?*"

He stopped burning the dwarf and looked at me; I could tell there was a feeling of shock that came over him, "*That was a bit out of the blue Perfectia, I would have no idea where to start. I know more about being a paladin and a disguised blood elf than I do being a dragon.*"

I smiled at him, *But you do want to help your people, right?*"

Protecto nodded, "*Of course, I've learned that much from you, but the aspects are four times the size of a normal dragon and don't you have to be more than a thousand years old to be one?*"

"*Do you know how old you are?*" I asked.

Protecto shook his head, "*No*"

"*Then let's just say you're 999 years old and by the next two years you'll be qualified to be the new Aspect of Time.* I explained.

Protecto laughed, "*That would still be younger than all the other aspects, but there is something, something that has been bothering me.*" He lifted up his head, shook it about and cracked some of the bones in his neck.

"*What?*" I asked, looking up at him as he was now my height, even on all fours.

"*It's just, if Nozdormu has become Murozond the Lord of the Infinite Dragonflight now, he knows that at every turn he was stopped by his former self, by the adventurers of Azeroth, and the Bronze Dragonflight.*"

I shrugged, and half smiled, "*Yeah, so?*"

He turned his face toward me, "*So, if you knew your whole life the moment you were going to die wouldn't you try to change something, do something different? You wouldn't just do the same thing knowing you were going to fail.*"

I was a bit confused, time travel theory usually gave me a headache,*Okay, that sounds really confusing, but do you know what to do now? Do you have some kind of plan?*" I asked.

Protecto sighed and breathed out hard, I felt some of his yellow magical breath on me as it tasted a bit like strong ginger tea, "*Not really, I know that I need to be ready to protect this timeline, because I don't remember anything from my past so I'm not afraid to die. Time is like a stream, that much I know, and if I need to build a wall around this time line to protect it I will, and maybe in another timeline Murozond will destroy the world, but not the one where I live in.*" He explained.

I got close to him and touch the side of his mouth with my hand, "*I missed you so much, you would make a great Aspect of Time.*"

Protecto laughed, "*When you think about it, Murozond will plan and plan and plan, but I will continue to protect, it's simple really.*"

I laughed, "*Yes, simple is good.*"

Protecto sighed, "*There is one thing that scares me though.*"

"*What's wrong?*" I asked.

"*If I become the Aspect of Time I may remember everything in me past. What if I was a monster, what if I become a monster or if I'm just not me anymore?*" His voice was full of sadness and regret, like he was repressing tears.

"*Protecto, you're you, you put yourself in harm's way to protect me without a second thought, and even if you weren't like that before. Remember this is the best 'you' you can be. It's simple really.*"

He laughed slightly, "*I hope you're right.*"

I nodded, "*I am right. We should head back to Light's Hope; they might be wondering when their Highlord is coming back.*"

"*I know, I missed you too Perfectia.*" Protecto changed back into an elf, took off his broken shield, and there was another black shield underneath it. He took it off and showed me the blood knight symbol cracked, "*I'm sorry it got damaged, but we can…*"

I stopped him mid-sentence and hugged him. "Do you want to get some ice cream?" I asked.

"I WANT FROYO!" Protecto he screamed in my ear at full volume.

I move my head away from him, "Fine, we'll get froyo."

"YAAAAAAAHHH!"