It is my hope that writing in this journal will stave off a descent into madness and bring me to terms with what I have become. Death has eluded me, but I am no longer living.
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It is my hope that writing in this journal will stave off a descent into madness and bring me to terms with what I have become. Death has eluded me, but I am no longer living. My senses, once so vivid and powerful, have been reduced to mere whispers. My withered mind offers me glimpses of my former self, and with them mourning and sorrow. Perhaps it is best to start at the beginning, if I am to understand what turned my life upside-down.
I was born and raised in the west of Lordaeron. My mother was a tailor and I knew little of my father. He had left before I was born, but mother did her best to provide for me as she could. Greatfather Winter may have never visited our cottage during the Feast of Winter Veil, but the hardships I endured imbued a practical resourcefulness that would serve me well in my adventures to come.
A fateful day came in my sixteenth year. Mother had a surprise for me. One of the families she tailored for had extra tickets to the Darkmoon Faire! A mysterious showcase of wonders from all over Azeroth. Having never had the gold for such frivolity in the past, I was delighted with the idea that I would finally be able to attend.
The next day I gleefully paraded my tickets around the village chanting,
"Ahead of You, Down the Path
A Majestic, Magical Faire!
Ignore the Darkened, Eerie Woods
Ignore the Eyes That Blink and Stare
Fun & Games & Wondrous Sights!
Music & Fireworks to Light Up the Night!
Do Not Stop! You're Nearly There!
Behold, My Friend: THE DARKMOON FAIRE!"
I look back now and see how foolish I was, drawing so much attention to my recent fortune. I was interrupted by a group of miscreants. "Give us your tickets," I heard in a menacing voice. It was then I realized they were a couple of guys who were up to no good, and they started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it" - "Yo, homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.