Through the Looking Glass

[Spicy Serious]

In a dusty corner of Dal'thala, a notebook lays forgotten. Perhaps dropped behind the forge on a thoughtless night, perhaps knocked away during a flight from the home...

But regardless of why it's here, within those dusty leathers, the scrawling words yet stand defiant against the marching of time. Bold black struck against stark white.

The second passage reads...

The mirror cracked.

I saw it happen myself, what I now know was possibly the beginning of the end. I saw the first fractures, spreading like a spider's web across the glossy surface of the mirror. I ignored them, I was too busy worrying over the stone that had been cast at the mirror. I ignored them, I was certain and unwavering in my faith that those around me would mend it.

And for a time I thought I was right. I thought I was right as I polished myself, as I turned inward and ignored the cracking, I laughed with my friends and ignored the cracking.

Until it shattered in front of me.

The mercury now spills like the lifeblood of a hunted animal. The shards of glass are around my feet. The legacy I once wanted to build now feels like it's choking me, and I can't help but to feel betrayed, lost. My friends scattered, some now enemies with one another...

Nemea help me, I don't know how I'll fix this. Only that I must try.

For all of their sakes.