The Dreams & Vision
The original dream (2009)
A strange dream
There was a strange mist. One of the kind that almost felt like sticking as a cold, wet cloth to the skin, making small drops of silvery water pearl down leafs and strains of grass. I looked around - all my senses tingling even though I knew that I was sleeping. The strangeness of the dream made the hairs in the back of my neck stand on edge and I tried again and again to see through the heavy, swirling mist around me.
My heart began pounding in my chest - threatening to burst out as I heard the screams of pain. I heard the voices of loved ones, caught in the same mist as I was, lost to each other, alone and abandoned. No light seemed to burn through and light up the way. I gasped in pain as I heard the slashing of flesh and the sounds of bodies falling to the ground with a soft bump. I tried to fumble my way through the mist, my skin was cold and so was my heart. Danger was lurking out there and I had no way to get help or to bring help to all those whispering or begging for help around me. I called out again and again for them to hear me but only death, pain and sorrow responded.
Suddenly all sounds disappeared as if they had never been there. Only the sound of my own breath and my footsteps broke the deep silence. There was someone out there! I knew as if I had seen it with my eyes. Someone was standing just beyond my reach. This time it was not the deep lonely sorrow that cloaked me, but a strong sense of power and will. The mist slowly lifted and before my eyes stod a slender, tall and beautiful figure shrowded in light that was shining towards me. She was an elf - the most beautiful I had ever seen. Her figure was perfect and in her glowing eyes were promises of power - both ruthless and forgiving. She looked upon me as if she was assessing my will and strength. Then she spoke.
- "You do not know the path on which you walk, nor the road to turn. You find only pain in life and you will know sorrow. "
She smiled a strange smile. Cold and yet warm at the same time even though that should not be possible. Her voice was soft but hurt my ears and threatened to burst open my head. I winced a little as she continued.
- " You are as weak as the flittering butterfly and yet have the power to create and destroy at will. Your soul is of no value on its own and yet in your heart there is valor that can take you far and beyond."
I shivered at her words and yet I kept on my feet as I couldn't keep my eyes from her young and yet ancient features.
- "The world is shattering. I hear the distant rumble and the war is not yet over. We are bound, those of old - and now we call upon you. Your youth, your courage and your will to sacrifice. The shadow hovering over the world will claim blood, It will claim pain and it may even claim your very soul"
Her voice rumbled and I gasped again. My vision blurred and for a moment I saw in her all the shapes and forms of Azeroth. When my eyes saw clearly again her smile had softened.
- "My child... Yet there is hope. Hope that you will do what I cannot do for you. I hope that you will find the path and awaken the powers to strengthen all. Seek out the Fallen Star. Awaken the slumbering spark and gather the pieces that have spread across all of Azeroth. With that you may stand stronger against the darkness waiting to engulf you all. But you will not stand alone my tears will help you find those you seek"
The Dream corrupted
The Dream
There was a strange mist. The kind that almost feels like sticking a cold, wet cloth to the skin; making small drops of silvery water pearl down leaves and strains of grass. You look around, all of your senses tingling even though you are aware that you are sleeping. The strangeness of the dream makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge and you try repeatedly to see through the heavy, swirling mist around you.
Your heart begins pounding in your chest, threatening to burst out as you hear the screams of pain echoing around you. You hear the voices of loved ones, caught in the same now crimson mist as you are, lost to each other, alone and abandoned. No light seems to burn through and light up the way. You gasp in pain as you hear the slashing of flesh and the sounds of bodies falling to the ground with a soft thump. You try to fumble your way through the mist, your skin cold as your heart. Danger is lurking out there and you have no way to get or bring help to all those whispering or begging for aid around you. You call out repeatedly for them to hear you, but only death, pain and sorrow respond.
Suddenly all sounds disappeared as if they had never been there. Only the sound of your own breath and footsteps break the deep silence. There is someone out there! You know it as if you had seen it with your own eyes. Someone is standing just beyond your reach. This time it is not the deep lonely sorrow that cloaks you, but a strong sense of power and presence. The mist slowly turns to blue as a silhouette appears before your eyes. A figure shrouded in starlight that is shining towards you. You somehow know the figure to be female, the most beautiful you have ever seen. Her figure is perfect and in her glowing eyes are promises of power, both ruthless and forgiving. She looks upon you as if she is assessing your will and strength. Then she speaks.
"You do not know the path on which you walk, nor the road to turn. You find only pain in life and you know only sorrow."
She smiles a strange smile, cold and yet warm at the same time even though that should not be possible. Her voice is soft, but it hurts your ears and threatens to burst your head open. You wince a little as she continues.
"You are as weak as the fluttering butterfly and yet have the power to create and destroy at will. Your soul is of no value on its own and yet in your heart, there is a strength that can take you far and beyond."
Suddenly her voice distorts into a malicious male voice that speaks with an unnerving, calmness. The voice stills your blood causing it to freeze, its echoes rip at your very core.
"Become the instrument of my wrath as the hour draws near... Defeat the hungering void that will consume us all."
The words make you shiver and yet you stay on your feet, the voice changes back into the females as it continues.
"The world is shattering. I hear the distant rumble and the war is not yet over. We are bound, those of old and now we call upon you. Your youth, your courage and your will to sacrifice. The shadow hovering over the world has claimed blood, It will claim pain and it may even claim your very soul"
The voice again distorts into a thousand echoing voices leaving you to feel a growing madness inside your mind.
Your courage will fail. Your friends will abandon you and you WILL betray your friends... Now that you have heard our whispers, it is only a matter of time before you belong to us... You are unworthy...
Her voice returns as a loud rumble making you gasp again. Your vision blurs and for a moment you see in her all the shapes and forms of Azeroth. When your eyes see clearly again, her smile has softened.
"My child... Yet there is hope. Hope that you will do what I cannot do for you. I hope that you will find the path and awaken the powers to strengthen all. Seek out the Fallen Star. Awaken the slumbering sparks and gather the pieces that have spread across all of Azeroth. With that, you may stand stronger against the evil waiting to engulf you all. But you will not stand alone my essence will help you find those you seek"
She places her finger on your forehead, a tingling sensation spread through your body, and for a moment, you feel your blood boil and your muscles tighten. She then vanishes in a blink of an eye and you awaken.
The Vision - A new Path
The Vision
Everything was dark. You know your eyes are open but your vision has been stolen.
The feeling of loneliness sweeps over you with a cold grip it wraps itself around your soul.
You don't know why but to you the world feel dead.. Everything you loved and cared for gone. There is only you.
Then you feel a presence like a fleeting candle in the wind so close to snuffing out.
You can see a very faint ghostly silhouette of a being in the distance... You feel a dread you don't control, not wanting to lose this little flicker of life...
The ghostly figure dissipates leaving you to scream in protest but no sound comes out... As the oily blackness threatens to crush you.
But then the presence is back and another follows seconds after. The ghostly figures returning to your vision one by one more figures appear and you feel the loneliness lose its grip. You feel stronger with every silhouette that appears around you. 1...2... 3.. until you feel 11 presences around you closely but other presences seems to linger much further away beyond your reach.
The darkness is forced to give way to the dimm silvery light coming from the other ghostly figures.. coming from yourself.. As you look now you too are like them..
Then a voice or is it voices break the silence... The voice so soft and filled with compassion yet with a dark growling undertone, one sharp with aggression.
"To long have you been dreaming... But now it is time... All things linger in shadows but it is time to awaken from your ignorant slumber... We are not dreams... Nor are we reality..."
The voice seems to fade as darkness tries to cloak you all again. The figures move closer around you making the light grow stronger.
The voice returns like a whisper at first but growing stronger as the figures surround you.
"We know your name.. we have always known it... All your life has lead to this moment... Like us you have been lost but no more will you stand alone. United you are stronger yet the path is still unclear to you.
You need to find the virtues around you...
Find the Key of knowledge; one with a long and shifting past. One whos thirst for knowledge is without end, even at the cost of loved ones. One who hoards knowledge and artifacts without end.
Find the Hound of Balance; the one who has made so many mistakes but still seeks to overcome them. Ones whos past haunt them every day. One whos loyalties have been tested and seeks to grow in the eyes of the one they call brother.
Find the Maiden of Sensation; one that is young both in mind and body. Who hails from two worlds as oppose to one. One who has many questions and the nerves to keep asking them without end.
But they cannot stand alone.. they need the pillars to keep them strong.. keep them.. united."
You feel it as a surge in the pit of your stomach as you and the other figures are pulled away from each other and the ghostly light flickers. The voice screams out in pain. A sound the males it feel like your heart will break. You fight with everything to get to them.. You all do and you succeed. The voice returning.
"They are duality and united... Never one without the other... They will hold the foundation and keep the paths united... One a feather the other a blade... They are the waking...
One by one the silver ghostly light around you grow stronger and stronger until the light blinds you. The voice fades slowly as it speaks leaving an echoing whisper in your mind.
"Have they forgotten us? Soon we will remind them... All will know us.. In time...
We have always held to the belief, the conviction that we can forge a better world, beyond the horizon... Tomorrow is a hope.. never a promise...