„But you, my sweet child are not a follower. You are a leader, and if you were to live solely as a Farstrider, you would chafe and languish, or else rebel......."
,,I have walked through the realms of death, have seen the infinite darkness. Nothing you can say or do can intimidate me."
Sylvanas Windrunner
I love it when you roam these dark woods alone. A spark of home. A deserted place. Memories that have long been forgotten.
I love your silent, graceful movements. A hunter who stalks his prey. A quick death. A silent cry.
I love it when you look deep into my soul with your red eyes. Memories. Pain. Anger. Burned tears on your skin, from the depths of your soul. Memories. Memories of a lost heart.....my heart.