Oh. Hello Journal,
It's not been much time since my last entry.
Sometimes I draw in here, and I'm sure that's more charming...
However, recently, I've been thinking a lot. A lot.
Lots of people will forget about those who I loved and died.
A gloomy knight, born in the shadowlands...
A strange girl, dedicating herself against the hidden rot...
A once-witch, standing tall in the name of her forefather...
I remember...
I...
-
I am a legend, all things considered.
I have lived through many things.
Killed a titan, freed from the tower.
Hunted down a Nethradin.
Witnessed and participated in the death of Discord...
Twice.
I've seen gods descend.
I've seen mortals ascend.
And then die.
I was once a lowly cave dweller with nothing.
Now I am Commander.
Champion of Gala.
Chosen of Stars.
Soon wielder of dream magics.
And then, maybe, something even greater.
My legend is tragic, for I am not allowed to love.
Or if I am, perhaps they would have to be spectacular.
For in the face of everything, a plainer sort would simply...
Die again.
But how could I ever make some immortal gal ever smitten with me?
-
I am not enthralled by personal achievement or anything.
Money and power don't appeal, they're just side effects of the things I do.
My heart will break more times, and with my dreams...
I will weave a thread that will keep it all together.
The people around me will hold the spool.
Their thoughts and feelings will become more thread.
It's a bit stupid, maybe.
Misguided.
Desperate.
I am a pathetic little tapestry-maker.
Displaying myself brazenly for all to see, so I may weave for them.
Regardless of my thoughts and feelings.
I am, and will always be...
The Dreamer.
And your dreams will live with me, forever and always.
It's not been much time since my last entry.
Sometimes I draw in here, and I'm sure that's more charming...
However, recently, I've been thinking a lot. A lot.
Lots of people will forget about those who I loved and died.
A gloomy knight, born in the shadowlands...
A strange girl, dedicating herself against the hidden rot...
A once-witch, standing tall in the name of her forefather...
I remember...
I...
-
I am a legend, all things considered.
I have lived through many things.
Killed a titan, freed from the tower.
Hunted down a Nethradin.
Witnessed and participated in the death of Discord...
Twice.
I've seen gods descend.
I've seen mortals ascend.
And then die.
I was once a lowly cave dweller with nothing.
Now I am Commander.
Champion of Gala.
Chosen of Stars.
Soon wielder of dream magics.
And then, maybe, something even greater.
My legend is tragic, for I am not allowed to love.
Or if I am, perhaps they would have to be spectacular.
For in the face of everything, a plainer sort would simply...
Die again.
But how could I ever make some immortal gal ever smitten with me?
-
I am not enthralled by personal achievement or anything.
Money and power don't appeal, they're just side effects of the things I do.
My heart will break more times, and with my dreams...
I will weave a thread that will keep it all together.
The people around me will hold the spool.
Their thoughts and feelings will become more thread.
It's a bit stupid, maybe.
Misguided.
Desperate.
I am a pathetic little tapestry-maker.
Displaying myself brazenly for all to see, so I may weave for them.
Regardless of my thoughts and feelings.
I am, and will always be...
The Dreamer.
And your dreams will live with me, forever and always.