The Diary of Felori
<H1>The story of Rhygel.</H1>
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A dim light filled the dark walls, allowing the contours of her body to be seen, placed next to a harp, her fingers gently brushing over the strings filling the night with soft calming luring tones. Slowly her slim figure moves towards an old chair, placed next to a delicately decorated table with a candle placed on the middle, next to a large bottle and half full glass of wine.
In her lap lays a thick leather book, as she opens it the silvery pages reflects the dim light and her soft alluring voice fills the night as she closes her eyes, reading from the very beginning without gazing down on the pages.
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”It was like the light it-self descended from the night sky. I could feel the presence of him long before my eyes showed me the true beauty of his half naked body, kneeling by the lake, with the moon flickering over his sweat chest, dancing against his skin like a soft caress of the wind. I had not thought the mere sight of a man could fill me with such thoughts, as he was not the first half naked man I have laid my eyes upon without feeling the intense need to vomit, but there was something about him, the way he stood, the look in his eyes, or the sound of his solemn prayers as he had washed the blood and dirt of his body, that awoken something in me.”
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”It was as if he could scent me, or felt my presence as I watched him from the shadows, well hidden by the bushes and the shades. For he turned towards me, half of him covered in the shadow the rest lightened up by the moon. He fell to his knees, the howling sound coming from his lips froze me to the spot, but as he rushed forth, he turned, away from me, running through the woods.. There was no choice, I had to follow him, for I knew that within him there was answers, to questions I yet did not have. ”
She pauses, her breath is deep as she looks out through the window gazing up at the moon and the mountain tops, letting her eyes rest on the midst hovering over the trees.
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”After four days I thought I had lost him until I had no choice but to seek shelter from the heavy rain inside a local tavern. My breath was lost the moment I entered and saw the flickering flames against the side of his face. His voice speaking gently with a delicate young woman, at first I did not dare to go close enough to listen in but as I spotted a little table discreetly hidden in the dark of a corner I sat down, without ordering anything, careful not to stare at him as I heard him tell the tale of his youth. The feeling of jealousy I had to throw aside, for he was not mine to have.” Her eyes opens as she looks down on the pages with a sad, remorseful look in her eyes. ”If only I had not gone there that night..” she says murmuring as her eyes looks down on the page again turning it gently.
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” I will try to tell the story of his life so far, the same way he did this night to that delicate innocent little flower of his.. He sat leant against the chair with a mug in his hands, the girl leaning over the table showing as much of her graced body as she could to him, still it did not seem to catch his attention at all as he told his story.. I guess it is only fair to mention that I did not hear the beginning of it..
- it was not until I found my sisters ring, I knew that despite all Faith I would not be able to save them or find them. It was as if the curse had driven them all mad, they tried to kill me. The family I loved, still loved, was not my family any longer..
For two years I tried my best to hunt them down, to find them.. Seeking a cure to save them. But to no avail, there was no cure, no hope to be found.. ”
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The girl pouted her lips and touched him, I could have ripped her heart out on the spot.. For it was clear as day as she had no empathy for the man.. But I got rid of her.. Her blood soaked the ground soon enough as the morning rose.
- I should tell you no more. It is to disgusting for such a innocent girl like you. ”
”He stopped then, without satisfying my curiosity the slightest. But as he went to rest that night I went into his room, looked through his things and in a small book I found a map marked, for where he most likely was heading. So I went outside, got some rest and decided to follow him further. The sorrow he expressed when he heard of her death the coming morning made me want to vomit… How he could like a girl like her, I still cannot grasp.”
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Her gaze once more finds the window and the sunrise, surfacing over the trees, with a soft breath she blows out the candle and closes the book, holding it tight against her chest as she walks upstairs and slides down under the sheets.
The morning rose, as did she, unaware of how or where to find him this time, so close to the city of Stormwind she let her fingertips flow over her flute, sitting in the window with her legs hanging down. Her tunes filled the forest, birds responded to the soft tunes and she leant out peering over the trees as so many times before. ”I will find him again, I will.” She left the soft breeze and warmth of the window, found her chair and took the book back up into her hands.
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”I lost him again as many a time before. Though this time I found the answer, the answer to all of it, to the half-naked body of his, to the insane speed he must have travelled in. The smell of death guided me this time. His body kneeling over a newly killed animal in the woods. It took me some time to realize it was him. At first he looked like an oversized wolf, but he was not. It had been years and years since I last had seen a worgen who could take on human form. Only the feral worgens spread around in certain woods. It struck me then, that despite the rumors I had heard, despite the books I had read, that he had to be one of a kind.
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Something shimmered in the moonlight, a ring.. A ring around his finger. As he fought hard, coldly, leaving no doubt to the fact that he would not stop until they had all fell.. I did something I should not have. As one of the feral wild worgens, sneaked up on him from behind, my hands acted as if they had a will of their own, light spread through the forest as fire flew from my hands, burning the worgens flesh, preventing him from taking Rhygel out. Rhygel himself turned, shocked at first it seemed but still alert, his eyes searched through the woods and I was sure then for a moment that he had seen me.. But he had not. As I hid in the shadows running for my life away from where he was, seeking cover it hit me… I knew this man.. I knew this boy… ”
She turned to the next page, her eyes resting on the pages with a sad look in them. The alluring tone in her voice faded, replaced with a tone of sorrow as she started reading again.
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”It was a late evening in the safety of Gilneas, before the spread of the curse, a small young boy; not more than the age of eleven, shouted his lounges out, called for his mother and father. I had sneaked out like usual, while the maid was in deep sleep. The little boy that I watched through his window, had nearly managed to make the house burn down, that is, it would have if it was not for the swift actions of his parents, brother and sister. His little sister cried and cried without seeming to intend to stop at all and made me leave the safety of the tree outside his window, to get back home.
For months I kept watching him until the day come that he seemed to be gone..
So was his mother, father, sister and brother. The first week I simply assumed they were on vacation of some sorts, until one night in the dim moonlight I saw something climbing up towards his room.
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A huge wolf, that shortly after turned into the young boy, who sank down on his knees praying for his life to the Light..
My parents and family were always trying to uphold the impression that we were flawless in our Faith, without no doubt, but this time as I listened to his intense prayers, speaking of how he had been attacked, how Arugal himself must have sent his soldiers out, to make more worgens to his army, how his family had turned swiftly, seemingly without any control, how he the little boy named Rhygel vowed to hunt them down, to kill them unless he could find a cure.
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He did not return after that night before many years later, wearing a ring.. As I then had done all the research I could on the matter, I knew that a ring was often a symbol of leadership, so I simply assumed that where ever he had gone to hunt… He had succeeded. I could see his back from the tree, this time it was as if he faintly realized he was watched, but simply did not care. The focus was on his old home, the memories. A faint glimpse of his back made me gasp, his eyes turned towards the window and I leapt down from it fleeing for my life. ”
”So it was Rhygel, the same little boy who played innocently and naively with chemistry, trying to become the best alchemist in the world that I had been following for this long. Rhygel… Definitely one of a kind. How many nights I had spent growing up thinking about that young boy, he must have been twelve when it happened, and now
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A large, muscular, slim, agile man at the age of thirty five or so if my mind don’t play tricks on me. Rhygel… ”
”Two years later, after keeping myself out of sight, following him around, loosing him and finding him again there was not many facts I had learned about him. He still prayed, he still hunted down feral worgens where ever he went. Seeing him pray, so filled with guilt, whipping himself after days of hunting, or should I perhaps call it slaughtering? Was painful even to me. I did learn that he was a man who would use any means to protect himself, considering all the times he had turned around in theblink of an eye charging towards me, making me need to hide or run like the wind.. I should know.
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Seeing him make his potions though, for what I can only assume he made to remain in control, have told me that his skills have grown in more ways than that of will, Faith and combat. But I knew he was not mine to have and considering where he lead me… I know even now he is not. For months I kept guard around the small Abbey in Ewlynn outside of Stormwind, watched his training, watched him grow into a even more faithful man, seemingly stronger as if his life now had more meaning and purpose… When he went out to do something I would follow. My eyes would rest on the Abbey at night, ensuring he was safe, hoping for a small glimpse of him… ”
With a deep sigh she closed the book, gazing into nothingness. ”I need to train, I must find a safe place to do so..”
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The hand writing in the dark leather book, with silvery pages changes slightly.
”The day I went out to train my life changed. I headed into a tower, seemingly abandoned only to hear the sound of music while inside.. That was the day I thought I was dead for sure. Not by the hands of Rhygel but the hands of a powerful man. Instead he took me in, became my Master, my love and my friend. It’s been days now.. Long, exhausting, wonderful days.. I am not just an actual warlock now… I am a worgen too. Made by accident in a lack of control, my Master was most upset with me.. Now that I have regained some of my own control it is time for me to head out again, it has been to long since I visited the Abbey last… I do not know if he is still there or even still alive…”
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