A murderous intent raped my soul as I plunged into the greater depths of my strand, unable to break away the field of vision. It bore itself inside of me, would not let me go under any circumstance. I watched the children play and chant their incantation of damnation that haunted me for longer than I endeavor to remember. I felt the nether increase in velocity, swirling my spirit faster than I could gain a semblance of balance. The field of vision staggered not for a moment. The anger that enveloped me screamed at this injustice. This was surely not meant to be my punishment for a crime that was not a crime!
Slowly, my corpse transformed into an empty husk, my rotted ashes painting the four winds. I was quickly being forgotten. I saw my father die with the breath of regret exhaling them one last time as he closed his eyes. A tear fell, a tear born from shame as he let his spirit rise upward. My strand fattened and my rage increased in capacity beyond that which I would never have dreamed possible in my time living.
So it went on for many years, the enduring field of vision capturing caveat where I only sought silence. I had witnessed a great many things.
To my great surprise, the dreaded and legendary burning legion made their way across the vastness of realities, lead by the beacon of human magic. This went relatively unnoticed for the fact that the humans forged a secret order of demon hunters to combat this nearly overwhelming threat to their populace, and that of all the other races as well.
Much later, Arathor divided into seven separate kingdoms for the same reason that they currently are having troubles; their own petty infighting. As always, my prejudices would never cease to let me go of my torment, forever holding on to my rage, and foremost my pride.
Aegwynn, a human guardian, managed by no meager task to defeat the Lord of the Burning Legion himself, Sargeras, in single battle. A smugness entered my strand as I watched him bind himself to the unborn child of Aegwynn, who would be named Medivh. This is where things became interesting for me. Medivh was conquered by the greater evil of Sargeras and opened a gate to the world named Draenor, which was inhabited by a bloodthirsty and savage race known now as the Orcs.
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