Another Day

It has taken more money and time than I would have thought, learning to spread myself between two disciplines. They are so independant of each other that I have not yet attained the power to use both at once, though mastering two of the Warlock disciplines is far more than I could ever have imagined being possible. It has allowed me to see the strengths and weaknesses of the two in ways I never thought possible. To be a Demonologist did not afford me the kind of power I needed to lay waste and devastation on the scale I now do, yet on the other hand I had forgotten the sheer durability being a Demonologist afforded me when I dipped into the powers given by Destruction. Surely the power to interweave the disciplines is not far off, but for the time being I’m content to become comfortable switching between them, learning how to do so faster and more efficiently.

However, I have begun penning thesis papers on the comparative benefits and pitfalls encountered while using either from a fresh perspective, having both at my disposal now. With my fingertips able to conjure furious green flame that can eat through metal and magical resistance one minute, to witnessing their transformation into the wicked claws of my Metamorphosis into a demon, I can say comfortably say that it is possible I could master every subject had I the time and the money to pursue the studies. However, new developments in my life demand attention. My world is shifting in ways I had never dreamed imaginable, and part of that is learning that my studies are coming up second to someone new in my life.  I doubt I will ever truly let go, but I have found the room in my heart for another to join me at my side.

And she will be my pillar. My strength when my body gives out. If there was any doubt in my mind before about choosing a new companion, it left when I had decided who it shall be. I recieved sage advice on that front. Perhaps I did know all along? I cannot be completely certain. I only know that I will have to show her the dedication, judgment, and kindness she has shown me in my times of trouble.

It was only a half-year ago that I had no room in my breast for any of my kind or the other races of Azeroth. I had only my conviction. My sense of duty. My desire to achieve and overcome that weakness which was made so apparent to me during the Great War of Silvermoon those few years ago. Though I have done that and expanded my power threefold and further, I find myself weakened without the presence of those whom I have let into my heart. Only a half-year ago I had no room in my heart. Each addition leaves me feeling fit to burst, as though I cannot handle another… and yet I still make a new addition. I make friends and loved ones.

There is still much work to be done about the letters I’ve written, and the new friends I’ve made. I’ll need to speak with them again soon. Very soon.

Erubadhron Valorbane

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