De battre mon coeur s’est arrêté.

I think I am training too hard.

 Well…no, I think I train at the wrong place.

I fought demons of the Legion furiously for hours, until I went to Satyrnaar, in the wonderful forest of Ashenvale. I…don’t know what they were doing, but they kept cursing me, litterally. My heart was aching, I felt dizzy… I couldn’t focus anymore. Through my brand, many were asking me what was going on, but I declined their kind offer to help me. I must be strong, I thought.

I went to Shattrah City, my eyes full of tears and went to Master’s house, screaming his name. The pain was too great, and I needed someone. After a moment, he came in the main room, and I tried to kneel but failed miserably. All I remember is him, catching me as I was fainting saying “Not tonight.”

Not tonight…I would not bow to him tonight. No more etiquette tonight.

The pain stopped later in the night, and I went to sleep, exhausted.

I do not know what he did, I can’t remember, but… but it is good to be alive this morning.

~ by marillawen on April 1, 2007.