Mavioya Muckelroy

It's really weird here.

The land is this dark, foul orange color that seems totally unnatural. I mean, I know magics blighted some places here but did they really do this? Can magic really do this?

It's called the Hellfire Peninsula. It's got craters and plateaus and mountains, all of them this nasty orange color. I feel like this big, glowing blue beacon on the ground. But at least here nobody treats me like dirt because I'm...whatever I call this. Here, everyone is treated like dirt just the same.

My parents wrote back. They're happy I'm alive, and they want to see me. They got notice that the expedition had been attacked, but hadn't heard any confirmed casualties or survivors. I guess I'm first. As soon as I read the letter I asked if there was anywhere farther I could go than Light's Hope Chapel to help the Alliance. The lady told me to go through the Dark Portal, and so I did.

I wrote back and told them I was assigned up here, and I don't know for how long. This should buy me some more time to figure things out, I guess. I'm not sure how long I can run from them, though.

( (( a folded piece of paper )) )

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Why did I do that? I wrote my parents. After I wrote my last entry, I wandered around Light's Hope. Nobody really looked at me, and the ones who did were really disgusted with me. I didn't know what to do, but all I could think of was if my parents thought I was dead, so I wrote them a letter to tell them I'm alive.

Stupid!

I wrote the letter, told them I was staying in the Plaguelands to keep helping, and mailed it. I took a nap for a while, and then finally managed to get someone to tell me what was going on. It was the lady who gave me this book, actually. I waited until no one else was around so that I didn't seem too stupid.

She said that I've been a servant to the Lich King, a death knight, and then I was released because of a fight our leader had with the Lich King. She says that because I have free will now, I have the chance to make up for all the bad things I did while I was serving him.

But I never did serve him. Ever. I must've just been turned, or whatever it is, right after the fight and then immediately freed, because the first thing I did when I woke up was fight scourge! So I guess I got lucky. But nobody will believe me. I told the lady that and she said it was okay, that I can be ashamed of the things I did, and now I had time to make it right.

How much time?

How much time do I get when my EYES ARE GLOWING BLUE.

And I wrote that letter. Stupid!

Isn't it common knowledge that only warlocks are death knights, or something like that? I remember reading that in lessons.

Stupid!

A lady at Light's Hope gave this to me, said I might sort out my thoughts in it. I don't think they can be sorted, really.

I remember dying. I remember it! It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination, I watched as the camp was killed and me with it. I remember the sword in my gut, I remember them falling, I remembe

This is horrible. I can remember it all. And then everything went dark, like people say it does, but then I woke up. I woke up in a huge, dark building, and I was standing. And in front of me was a guy on a horse and I'm supposed to know who he is, and he tells me to go kill scourge. And I try to summon, and I can't. And there's people around me, in terrible armor and glowing with evil and nobody's worried about this at all. I got this nasty feeling that if I asked what was going on, everyone would think I was an idiot. So I followed them into a bright pink light and suddenly we're in this room filled with scourge. Big ones. Bigger than the ones that killed me. I wanted to run so I ran to the edge and we're flying! Floating above the ground, hundreds of feet or more. I wonder how I'm going to kill any of them and I pull this huge sword off my back that should have made me fall over but it was easy to hold, easy to carry and before I understand what's going on I've killed a dozen scourge and there are worms at my feet.

Worms. At my feet.

I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't. Not just because I thought they'd think I was stupid but it was like I wasn't really grossed out. It was all in my head and not in my body, so no gag reflex or anything. It's like we're two different things, because my body knows how to fight like this and I don't. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what's goin

Next thing I'm shoved through a portal and I'm in front of Stormwind. Home! But the guards spit on me. And people threw rotten fruit and vegetables at me, shouting horrible things and calling me a murderer. People scream and run away from me, or say I need to die, and all I did was just keep running, keep thinking to go where the horseback guy told me to, get to the King! And I went out of my way, way out of my way, to avoid my house because I don't know what's going on, maybe I don't look like me maybe I'm not me maybe I don't know and then the King threatened to kill me while the guards spat on me and suddenly he says that everyone should respect me.

It was like magic. The yelling stopped and the fruit stopped and everything was like it used to be. And on my way out of the Keep I looked in a mirror and I saw myself.

I think I'm dead.