Friday, July 2, 2010

History Favors the Decisive

Abigora started and looked up from her book.  Her large eyes surveyed the room.  It was dark, but not too dark for a Night Elf.  A lone candle sputtered on the table in front of her, casting it's wan light on an open book.  The room was empty.

Abi shook her head and tried to focus back in on her book.  She was jumpy, but for good reason.  One could never be too careful in this day and age, especially with a Cataclysm looming.

Oh yes, she knew of this Cataclysm.  One need only watch for the signs.  She was enough of a scholar that it seemed written plain as day to her across the world.  Everything was ripping at the seams.  It wouldn't be long now.  Months, maybe days even.  The breaking of the world was imminent, of this she was sure.  It was no longer a matter of if, but when.

The book she read was the same as all the others.  A history of some sort.  Bloodshed, battles, misguided leaders, Azeroth was full of such stories.  Why didn't anyone ever learn?  History was a good teacher, if only we would listen.

And yet, Abigora found her mind was awash with far murkier debates.  For instance, if the world breaks, would old oaths hold?  A priest could not be an oath breaker, but if her oaths no longer held...  And how was one to reconcile two conflicting oaths?  What if in order to protect someone, it necessitated betrayal? 

This was all theoretical, of course.  Of course!

One thing was for sure, there was a storm coming and Abigora had two choices.  She could hide in her books, continue to study, perhaps learn all there is to know about what's to come, but affect nothing.  Or she could face the world and try to be like one of the characters in her stories.  Never a hero, no, but maybe an assistant?  The world needed assistants too.  She would make a good assistant.

As a Priest of the Light, the choice was clear.  To keep an oath, she'd had to break an oath, though she hated knowing she was inevitably going to be caught up in the whirlwind like just another leaf.  She'd always wanted to be a flower, but leaves were important too.  Without leaves, there would be no flower.

With a deep sigh, Abigora marked her place.  She closed the book almost with reverence.  She snuffed the candle.  She took the book and placed it on a shelf in her room.  Opening a locked chest, she leaned down and reached inside.  She secured an item around her waist and strode out of the room.

Short, swift steps took her to the front of her blood-sister's dwelling.  The front door barely made a whisper as she opened it to the night.  A bright, clear moon shone down.  With a quick prayer of thanks to Elune, Abigora stepped across the threshold.  The light from that heavenly orb reached down and ran a smooth caress across solid steel, glinting at Abigora's side.  Her blade almost seemed to glow with the night's loving embrace.

Abigora shifted the weight uncomfortably on her hip.  It had been a while since she'd carried a weapon.   She hoped that she wouldn't have to use it, but one could never be too careful when you were but a leaf.

Without hesitation, she stepped onto the path.  She didn't look back as she strode purposefully away from the peaceful manor.  The time for debate was past.  Abigora had things to do.


  1. Good grief, I think I need to step back from my add-ons. I read the title of this History Favours of the Decursive... well ... it's a pretty good add-on but still :)

  2. lol. I don't do that healing crap ;-).