Light And Dark

[Kirana]

My name is Kirana Asharah. My path? The one who walks in the light and the dark. The one who deals retribution as I see fit, and as I am told. In simple terms I'm a Paladin. My race? I'm what's known as a Draenei. My age? It's of no importance. My physical appearance? Now, why would you need to know that? Details will be explained in due time, my friends. I should have started this journal long ago, but one can't always control what happens in their life. Despite that, here's the first entry.

I was visiting Stormwind City some time ago, and was approached by one of my friends, as I was making my way to the local inn, to purchase some supplies. She asked me to head to the Blue Recluse. She mentioned something about runes, of one kind or another, and seemed quite upset about the whole matter over all. Hoping to put her fears at ease, I quickly made my way over to the Blue Recluse. Once there a few of the others who had arrived there before me, didn't seem happy with my presence, but I didn't really care about what they thought of me then, nor do I care about what they think of me now.

After a few minutes of being there, I was approached by a Human Death Knight, who also seemed none to pleased with my presence there, and told me to leave. I paid no attention to him however, not really caring about his opinions of me. He quickly grew tired of me, and left me alone. But a few minutes later, much to my surprise he came back and asked me if I knew anything about runes. Well of course I know about runes. I mean come now, I am a Paladin, and I've had several past experiences with various types of runes, and the beings who use them. At any rate... He informed that he had been runed, and wanted my assistance. I sighed heavily as he explained what he knew of the runes. Dark magic... Oh, how I hate it so, but something had to be done for the man. Bowing my head slightly, I apologized in advance for any pain that my treatment may cause him, and set to work on dealing with the forsaken runes.

Of course my healing spells hurt him, due to the nature of the runes he had been marked with, but I had no other choice but to use them. After a few minutes of casting light healing spells on him, I cast the most powerful one that I knew on him, and he fell to the ground writhing pain. One of the other beings there, handed me a container filled with some sort of paste, and explained that it was a anesthetic, to help dull the pain. I thanked him and took the container before him, before kneeling down by the Death Knight, and quickly opening the container, and gently spreading some of the paste from it, on the area where his runes were. I then stayed kneeling down by him, until he got back to his feet. As he slowly rose to his feet, I did as well. He thanked me for treating the runes, and apologized for his earlier behavior, before going inside the tavern and ordering a drink. After he headed inside I made my exit, and walked towards the docks of the city, to catch a boat to the Exodar, to meet with my elders.

Now if you'll excuse me the night is quickly overtaking what little remains of the day, and I must be going. I have several tasks that I have to complete before the rising of the next sun, so this is where I'm wrapping my first journal entry up. Farewell until I write again.

--Kirana Asharah

[Kirana]

Much to my surprise, I was able to find some spare time today to collect my thoughts. And now much to my delight, I have some time to write them down. I doubt my free time will last very long, so I best get to writing.

Today was rather a stress free day, compared to the recent days, I've gone through. Yet something keeps nagging me, as if something isn't right. I worry about Fennore. I haven't seen him around too much recently, if at all. And that worries me, greatly. I know full well that he's not extremely social, but still... He at least would show his face sometimes, but more often then not, in the recent days, he hasn't been doing so. I'm almost positive that something is bothering him. But what is it? I can't find him, to ask him what it is. And even if I did find him by some sheer miracle, he'd probably end up refusing to tell me. Curse my nature sometimes. I'm bound to the following the Light, and caring deeply for others, but sometimes I wonder, if I'm doing the right thing, and even on rare occasions, if I should stay on this path. Oh, my memory has changed so much from the time that I was little girl, and everything seemed so care free, and simple. Sometimes I wish I could be like that again, so innocent and carefree, but sadly those days are gone, and they will never return. The moon has almost reached it's peak in the sky, and I've put off the last few tasks that I meant to do today, for far too long, already. So I best get to them, and then retire for the night. So once again, I end my thoughts.

--Kirana Asharah

[Kirana]

I've fallen behind again, on these entries, much to my dismay of course. I've been busy to say the least, and I can't recall the last time that I slept for more then a few short, but welcome hours, before being woken up, for some reason or another. My concern for Fennore grows by the day. He still hasn't shown his face recently, and even if we're no longer seeing each other, I still care for him, almost like a brother. Although why, I'm not quite sure. He's a Rogue, while I'm a Paladin. He walks in the Shadows, while I walk in the Light. Perhaps I care for him, because I consider him an innocent, even though he may not consider himself that. Perhaps I should start spending more time in Stormwind City, seeing as that's where he used to spend some of his free time. On that note, I suppose I should be heading to the city. So I end my thoughts for now.

--Kirana Asharah

[Kirana]

Well here I am, again. Writing down my thoughts, trying to make sense of my life. At any rate, I have some good news to report. Fennore is now out and about again. It would seem that he somehow managed to get himself into some sort of trouble, or another. Well at least that would explain why he suddenly vanished for a little while. While I was in one of the taverns in Stormwind City, I heard a young couple profess their undying love for each other. Which is all fine and well, but..... Over hearing their words, hearing them say that they'll always be each there for each other, and die old together...that opened an old wound, and a painful one at that. I've tried being in several relationships, and not once, has it worked out. My first 'true love,' and keep in mind that I use that term loosely, was killed while fighting Arthas and his forces, within Icecrown Citadel. I should have known, he was going to go and do something rash like that, and tried to stop him, but I didn't, and now he's dead because of it. Then there was a human, who seemed to fancy me, but within a few days, it was clear that the relationship wasn't going to work out, so I broke it off, as kindly as I could, and wished him well. Then there was Fennore, and I truly thought that he was the one, but I should have known better. He's a Rogue, and I'm a Paladin. Hah, like that would ever worked out, yet... At first seemed everything was going fine, and then slowly things started taking a turn for the worse. He became more secluded and elusive. And I ended up being called away, to deal with various tasks. I wanted to... I wanted to stay with him. I should have... I should have stayed with him. But I didn't... And now I'm regretting it, more then I've regretted anything in my life. I miss him, and yet... Despite how much I want to be with him, I can't bring myself, to tell him how I truly feel about him. I sometimes wonder, how he would react, if he knew that I still hold feelings towards him. But he'll never know that, not unless he finds this journal, and Light forbid if he does find it. I'll be in some real trouble if he ever finds it, considering this contains my thoughts that I'd never dare think about sharing with anyone else. At any rate, I still have several matters that I must attend to, before sun finishes setting, so this is where I end my thoughts for now.

--Kirana Asharah