12/11/25

Preface

When we were first thrown out of Stormwind, I came to you with my fears and anxieties about our future. You had given me this journal, and told me to pour my mind into it. You told me that I might feel better. Despite your suggestion, I didn’t write in it. I did not know where I would even start.

Tonight marks the one year anniversary since you died. I suppose it’s given me enough inspiration to start. It’s fitting, I think. I was your confidante back then. Now, you will be mine. Even if you’re not here with me.

I think of you often. You were the most gentle of my mentors. Strangely, now that I look back on it. I don’t think anyone would believe me if I talked about the real you. You will go down in infamy for your terror. Very few will remain to speak of who you were. And that’s probably for the best.

I think of her often a lot too. I don’t know what happened to her after I left, much less what she’s up to now. If she’s still alive, that is. She must be what, now? 13? 14? Still just a girl, who deserved so much more than what you gave her.

After everything you’ve done, that’s still what I resent of you the most. How you chose to raise her.

The ale is getting to my head now. I should stop writing before my mind gets too foggy. Farewell for now.