"A Sun Son's Song" (Asen's Journal)

[Asen]

Appreciate Outland now. It is a wonderful place, the famous "hell" the old priests of Ashford used to talk about.

Sylaurn has commanded a special task. He wants us to gather arrow tips used by the Horde in order to know more about their poisons. It should be easy, but I should not take things so lightly, either.

I will travel to the land of Durotar, as soon as I finish writing these lines. The job must be done... I will prove my worth to Sylaurn, finally.

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[Asen]

I should die just as my mother did. Frozen to death, in an everlasting and elegant dream.

I have sent my money and belongings, like this journal, to my comrade Gardawer. He will know what to do, probably.

These days have been a true nightmare. My experiment has failed miserably. Maybe that draenei was right, I cannot hold both darkness and light inside my heart at the same time. The pain is too much for me to handle, even with the meditations. I have made music out of myself, life has been a terrible art to master.

A young death is precious and sublime...
But this whole drama will repeat itself, over and over again. Until I manage to break the circle.

Hail to the Black Sun!

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