#nochecks

It’s been several weeks since the altercation during my ascension ritual. I am confused, I am restless and overall.. I am scared.  It’d be wise to record the events that took place, before I begin to forget again..

    I had been keeping myself hidden and reclusive for so long after I’d been attacked not only on the roads, but in Dalaran as well - decidedly, I knew the only place that I would truly be safe is with the other Valkyra. It took me a few days before I had made it across the river, battling any wildlife that came my way with just a dagger, and a stick. Ryodan can never know that I had lost the sword he’d given me, trying to keep wolves and a Giant at bay. It took an extra day, just scaling the cliffside whilst doing my best to avoid angry avians.

I really dislike Stormheim now.. I can’t wait to be home, with fresh linens and a comfortable pillow to rest my head upon.

Apparently I had never been alone.. My entire journey had been but a trial, a sick and twisted quest that had me questioning the sanity of any Valkyr that had passed. Days within returning with my sisters, I had been collected with a select few Valkyra to take our rightful place beside Eyir, as chosen ones - the Valkyr. I know I should have felt honored, I should have felt proud, but the only thing I felt was sad - like my life was coming to an end, and that I had subjected myself to becoming yet another vessel for someone to command and possess.

Light had enveloped my fellow sisters as rows of the present Valkyr roared and cheered as they were transformed into the divine. I had been last, perhaps due to my race for I am Sindorei, and it’d been traditional for Valkyra native to Stormheim to be chosen for this right of passage. What happened next is still fuzzy, I can’t completely recall what had happened. I remember the warmth of the Light, and the shimmering of my skin as I had begun to ascend.. and then nothing. When I had awoken, my vision had been blurred, and I could only make out a select few silhouettes as blades clashed together. By the dark, nimble forms, I could only assume that the undead that had attacked me had a partner, and she had found me. I rose to my feet as quickly as I could, using anything I could lean against to find my way from the halls.

I can’t imagine that the band of invaders had made it out alive, against a troupe of equipped Valkyr. I regret what I had done.. I imagine that they shared a bond beyond a partnership if she had felt vindictive enough to try and slay me within the confines of sacred walls. I pitied them both, for trying, and for their losses. I had made it in half a day’s journey until I stumbled upon Ryodan’s cottage. He wasn’t there of course, he normally is off putting many Valarjar to shame by overcompensating for something, in battle.. though I doubt anything physical. My muscles ached fiercely. Every bone in my body rattled with a strange desire and energy, I undoubtedly felt something was wrong, had my ritual been incomplete, or did it not happen at all?

I blacked out a couple of times on my way to the Valarjar’s bedroom, I hadn’t made it without a bump on my head, and a cut on my arm. Though every time it had happened something peculiar had invaded my subconscious. It was like a short, recurring dream. I seen Aranya. I see her every time I had closed my eyes, even till this day. I see her vaulting into a portal manipulated of Fel energy. Why? Why was I seeing my beloved friend catapulting herself into what seemed like her death? That happened weeks ago.. Now I sit within a carriage on my way to the closest estate of Aranya’s, in hopes of seeing her safe and sound.. I pray that she is alright, and that these.. side effects go away soon. When I shut my eyes, I see hers, and then I see nothing.