Post by Annalira Delshannon on Jul 7, 2006 16:45:35 GMT -5
Anna wiped a bead of sweat off her upper lip, concentrating on the warm glow at the back of her mind. The Flamestalker in front of her was making short work of the two warriors, and it took every ounce of mental presence she had to keep them alive. Carefully keeping out of range, she channeled the Light – singing in her mind the strongest songs she knew – feeling the force rush from her body into the wounds of the warriors. Never did the battles seem to end.
She didn’t really remember the first battle, but she remembered the Necropolis – looming outside of the gates of the city, drooling with ooze and acrid black smoke. And the pallor that washed Stormwind into a grey and desolate stone barracks, the colorful flags drooping where usually they fluttered proudly. That had been the hardest to adjust to, really. There were always battles, albeit not usually in the Keep and the Cathedral, but to lose the vitality of the air and the water was unnerving even in the brief respites between attacks.
She had even been there, laying a cool hand and saying a quick prayer over those who fought against the Abominations, drawing on her own inner strength to help those whose minds were failing as their bodies crumbled under the attacks. The warrior in the park had been that way – his body was whole, but his mind…
Anna shuddered.
Those were the worst moments - when the death of comrades, the invasion of home, and the threat to family became too much for even the strongest in battle, and they began to lose to the very powers of their own minds. That was Kel’Thuzad’s plan, it had to be, to grind them down until they could not or would not resist anymore.
And so she fought, in her own little ways, providing bandages for festering wounds, bathing the battles in as much Light as she could channel through her hands, and providing what little comfort she could, in a soft word or a listening ear, to those around her. Perhaps not the valiant contributions, but it felt better to be doing something, anything, than to sit by and watch her world be destroyed.
She didn’t really remember the first battle, but she remembered the Necropolis – looming outside of the gates of the city, drooling with ooze and acrid black smoke. And the pallor that washed Stormwind into a grey and desolate stone barracks, the colorful flags drooping where usually they fluttered proudly. That had been the hardest to adjust to, really. There were always battles, albeit not usually in the Keep and the Cathedral, but to lose the vitality of the air and the water was unnerving even in the brief respites between attacks.
She had even been there, laying a cool hand and saying a quick prayer over those who fought against the Abominations, drawing on her own inner strength to help those whose minds were failing as their bodies crumbled under the attacks. The warrior in the park had been that way – his body was whole, but his mind…
Anna shuddered.
Those were the worst moments - when the death of comrades, the invasion of home, and the threat to family became too much for even the strongest in battle, and they began to lose to the very powers of their own minds. That was Kel’Thuzad’s plan, it had to be, to grind them down until they could not or would not resist anymore.
And so she fought, in her own little ways, providing bandages for festering wounds, bathing the battles in as much Light as she could channel through her hands, and providing what little comfort she could, in a soft word or a listening ear, to those around her. Perhaps not the valiant contributions, but it felt better to be doing something, anything, than to sit by and watch her world be destroyed.