Dear Diary,
I badly need an editor, but let's get this entry going on a more positive note seeing how sad my last entry was. I am thankful for the fact that I was able to write about it in the first place, the thought has been something I've never been able to mention to anyone and hopefully one day I may be able to come forward with the truth.
The lock on my book that was given to me by Lirath Windrunner… Well, at the moment of my death, it will break. Everything I wrote will be free for everyone to see, the promise I made to Lirath will be out in the open, people will know that he may still be alive. I promised him that I would never say anything about what I learned when I was a child but there is still a chance that he may have passed away in the years that came after. There will be a time for my death, the lock will break, and there will be a time this book will be free for anyone to read, but I don't think the lock will be the thing that stops people from reading it. It will be my bad sentence structure.
Over the years I've seen Sylvanas Windrunner go through some dramatic changes from the outfits that she wears, from her overall appearance. She does look better and wear more revealing clothing than when I first laid eyes on her. The hood she would wear was dawned on so tight and pressed that I was unsure she had hair under there. Her pale skin was wrinkled, tattered, and paper like, in the areas of her skin that were revealed in her outfit and the scars that she carried from her fight with Arthas, before he brought her to unlife were clear on her face. These days her skin has become a cyan porcelain like shrine, and her strong curvature posture is always proud and upright. Her face, other than her tear scars, flawless, the shape of her face is triangular with high sharp cheekbones, her nose, long and narrow, while her face may not be showing much emotion other than pride and discontent, has been known to show a wicked smile every now and then showing off black glistening pouty lips over pearl colored large canine teeth. Even in unlife Sylvanas's radiant beauty greatly rivals all of her sisters, while Vereesa Windrunner has clearly been beaten down by the stresses of marriage, command, and motherhood.
One must also put into perspective that Vereesa is a High Elf and her wellbeing is entirely dependent on sustenance consumption. While I have been known to eat from time to time and I do love the smell of fire cooked fish on steamed rice, also the bakery in Dalaran used to have these delectable smelling pies, I can't really taste them all that well though. The colors are somewhat distracting, and when you have to eat on the run as much as I do you need to be completely surrounded, else a sneaky member of the Alliance will can a dagger waiting for you to stab you in the back. Or a group of them will ambush you, beat you with an inch of your life, and rob you blind. I don't know how many times I need to beat down the dead horse that I have synesthesia, but I find eating to be a little annoying and defecation to be messy and a little disturbing. I like mana, and a good mana source to taste on my tongue even before I take it in, and after I take it in, there is a light singing in my ears as the energy flows through my body nourishing it, so frankly that's what I prefer. Lastly, I can survive off the blood of mana infused beings if need be, but that's a road no Sin'Dorei wants to go down, but for me… well. It's the closest thing I've ever felt to normal consumption in my life. Admittedly, if it wasn't so frowned upon, if it wasn't so morally taboo, and the physical changes of one's body when someone becomes addicted to blood were less discrete, I would probably do it more.
The eye's change to red, fangs start to grow, and if one has been living off blood for a long while, hair turns white, and premature aging starts setting in. One does reach a point where aging stops, I suppose, but by that time, one will be too far gone. I mean forget about ever taking in normal food to preserve yourself. The digestive system of a blood sucking elf is warped beyond repair. One could go back to normal mana consumption, the Sunwell or other mana sources, but like I said, no Sin'Dorei wants to go down that road, because there is a point of no return. Oh but the way the Gilneans romanticize about human vampires being strong, dark, and brooding, well, let's say ignorance is bliss.
It just dawned on me that this is probably what Sylvanas has been doing, how she went from that shyly dressed, pitiful, leader of the undead. To the inspirational elven leader of the Horde, I suppose one must not consider her Sin'Dorei anymore or even High Elf. I remember at times I would address her as 'Ranger General' she would roll her eyes, smile, and shake her head. Then I would try to correct myself, "Uh, I mean…"
"It's fine." She would say, "Just get it done."
I don't think I'll be making that mistake again.
Do you know what I think is funny sometimes? Arthas wanted to turn the whole world into undead so he could deal with the Burning Legion. Deathwing wanted to destroy all life on Azeroth so we would never face the Burning Legion, Garrosh wanted to turn the Horde into an exclusive orc club to face the Burning Legion, so much that he even went back in time to build his army again. Then they showed up, and now they're gone. I'm I the only one that thinks that's a little funny, my life does seem a little repetitive now, but at least I know it.