Goodnight

Like days in their later hours,
all things must end.
Every story has its finish,
every hero, their selep.
The sun must set before every night.

But it will always
rise again.
And, tomorrow,
we get to tell the story.

Glory to the Alliance!

Glory to the Alliance!
We'll hold our heads up in defiance
If the Horde should ever come marching in
(which I doubt).

We're made up of the highest of Kings
and the lowest of peasants,
and together we'll make sure, for our enemies,
that the battle is less than pleasent.
Whether it be at Alterac Valley or Warsong Gulch,
You can bet we'll be doing our best to turn them Orcs into mulch.

If the battle looks grim,
and loss is on the brim,
We will still not give up,
not on a whim.
We will look up to him,
if he happens to be there,
and he will say,
"In our enemies blood we will swim!"    

So rise up; we stand united!
For those with doubts,
Well, we will leave the path lighted,

For we are the Alliance,
brothers and sisters,
so let's get out there and kick some Horde keisters!

Glory to the Alliance!

The Garamon Swarm

                "Trian!  The Garamon are coming in too strong!  Get everyone back!"

                Trian nodded, cutting down one of the horrible monsters standing in front of him.  "Everybody, get back to the Second Wall!  Fall back!  Fall back!"  Trian threw out a fireball out of his hand, hitting two of the creatures.  Everyone slowly started pulling out towards the stronger defenses, but it was slow goings.  The Garamon were too numerous; every time you would cut one away from you, two more of them would spring out in your face.

                 The Magi hurled spell after spell to try and cover the retreat of the soldiers, but the enemy continually flooded the small courtyard.  Finally the last Knight had passed him, and he, too, ran towards temporary safety. 

                But even with Trian's efforts to give the knights a head start, the Garamon were quickly catching up.  As he looked towards the wall, he could see a flock of Karnen, the Garamon's Gargoyle like creatures, swoop down on the unsuspecting Archers up ahead.

                "Well there goes our support..." he whispered.  Trian stopped, turned around, and stared straight at the oncoming wave of Garamon.  He mustered his energy, slowly raised his hands level with his head, and let the Magic consume him.  Whenever he made a powerful spell like this, he could feel the energy coursing through his blood.

                Thick clouds came in, just above the grey stone buildings.  Blades of ice rained down on the Garamon, cutting down wave after wave.  Then he turned towards the abandoned homes next to him, summoned all his strength, and slowly brought them down, cutting off the one way in...and out.  "That should hold them for a little while..." Trian mumbled, and began running up to the wall.  

                By the time he reached it, the Karnen had already flown off.  Trian collapsed next to the wall, immediately reaching for his canteen.  He poured the water in his mouth, welcoming the cool liquid to quench his parched throat.  

                "Sir Mage," a young soldier came up to Trian and bowed.  He quickly got up and returned the bow.         

                "How are things looking?" he asked her.  Her frown deepened.

                "Not good, Magi.  Garamon have just breached the North and South gates, and you of course just witnessed the East one fall."

                "And the West?"

                "Not looking good.  We're sending reinforcements, but we suspect it will be gone by nightfall."

                "Our one way out is about to be cut off.  Is there any chance we can escape that way?"  Trian already knew the answer.

                "No, sir.  I'm sorry, but it would take an army at least five times our size, and energy, to fight through the enemy forces."

                "What are the conditions of the Sky Ships?  Did they manage to repair them?"

                "We can probably fix them by tonight, but we can't be sure.  Plus, we would have to fight through clouds of Karnen.  And even if we could do all that, there is no way we could get everyone on board."

                "Not at the rate things are going..." Trian grumbled.  He saw the dismayed look on the young warrior's face.  "I apologize, I should not talk like that.  It's just...things have looked worse than ever, lately.  What, with the fall of Great Anem and all of Danangar wiped out like that...We're some of the last ones that can fight back, and we can't even defend one of our greatest strongholds..."  Trian looked up, realizing that his ramblings were not helping.  "Alright, well go see if you can assist in repairing the ships.  I'll check up on the defenses."

                The soldier nodded.  She waved to another mage, and they both teleported away. 

Beaches of Oblivion

What do you do when you reach a choosing point in your life, and don’t know which way to go?  What do you do when you’ve reached the Beaches of Oblivion?    

How can you go on?

You’re unsure whether to go forward or back.  You can even try to find a path that takes you left or right.  But what choice do you have?  Why does it matter?  After you’ve done so much, what more could the world possibly want from you?

How can you go on?

You sit alone on the beaches for days, maybe weeks, just…thinking.  You know you aren’t the first one to stand along these shores.    Not even a thought of food or water crosses your mind as you try and decide where you want to take your life next.  It is peaceful here, beautiful.  You could stay here the rest of your life, even if it as very little compared to what you had before.

How can you go on?  

The water washes up onto your feet, jolting you out of your meditation.  You’ve come to a decision.

You stand up, let out a heavy breath, and walk towards the sea.  You clamber upon a makeshift raft and sail out towards the horizon, prepared for whatever Life plans to throw at you next.