Naam
07-20-2007, 04:31 AM
He pulls the rolled-up parchment from his pack. It bears the seal of the Alliance on it; it has already been broken. He opens it up and reads it for the tenth time, maybe the fifteenth or twentieth time, he does not know but its words are etched into his mind. His eyes follow every sentence, every word, every letter, sparing nothing.
"Mission".
"Northrend".
The field marshal rolls the orders back up. He sighs. His head is troubled. He will be leaving his friends and family to fight the enemy in a distant land. It will be hard to part with them, maybe never to meet again, but he knows he has to. He must. He is a soldier.
He stands on the harbor, waiting for the ship. He has said his goodbyes. With him, he takes his battle armor, gun, and a small pack. Of course, Cannonfire is at his side.
It finally arrives to take him on the first leg of his journey. He steps on and looks back towards the land of Azeroth and he says to her...
"I will return".
"Mission".
"Northrend".
The field marshal rolls the orders back up. He sighs. His head is troubled. He will be leaving his friends and family to fight the enemy in a distant land. It will be hard to part with them, maybe never to meet again, but he knows he has to. He must. He is a soldier.
He stands on the harbor, waiting for the ship. He has said his goodbyes. With him, he takes his battle armor, gun, and a small pack. Of course, Cannonfire is at his side.
It finally arrives to take him on the first leg of his journey. He steps on and looks back towards the land of Azeroth and he says to her...
"I will return".