Personal reaction to History

[Frygyd]

"Da seas rushed in to fill da massive void and where da Well once stood, a dark and angry vortex would forever churn, dat scar upon dis place we call da Maelstrom." droned the warrior in his gravelly tone while the mind of the young mageling drifted into a waking nightmare.

The Well of Eternity, the great lake revered by her ancient peoples, explodes before her wide staring green eyes. She can see it so very clearly and the impact of the moment shivers the depths of her immortal soul.  Impossibly she is thrown back further and further seeing the cruel sundering of a continent from her aerial view as the Maelstrom sea is born of a shattered world.

'Not Kaldorei, never that, far too careless ... try again ...' whisper the voices.  

Slowly her form lowers over a nobly built Silvermoon on the newly formed eastern kingdom and the Sunwell rises proudly built by the Quel'dorei.  The savage faces of Trolls snarl at the High Elves usurping of their revered site.  The scourge marches. Forests burn.  The alliance fails the elves.  In the passage of no time at all to the lives of the eternals the Sunwell is destroyed.  

'Not too wise .. never can see .. with the hand you hold before your pretty eyeseses ... maybe again ... try once more ...'  

Her form flees to Outland to see with her own green eyes the power of demons drained by those who name themselves Sin'dorei proclaiming blood vengeance for their fallen peoples.  For there are so very few of them left now.

'Imagine that .. how could it be ... and so very sad ... poor little pointy ears doing so bad ...'  

Tears form at the corners of her eyes as she sees the blood elves eyes become brighter and brighter green from the fel arcane power of the drained demons.  The Sin'dorei drawing from their new power source.  Feeding their unquenchable thirst. She witnesses the betrayal of Kael'thas Sunstrider to this world in his alliance with the demon lord Kil'jaeden and his forming of the scryers.  

'Always needing power ... always choosing the wrong path ... the ruinous path ... Severed Kaldorei, homeless Quel'dorei, broken Sin'dorei what will you become now?' rasped the gleeful voices, always the sibilant whispers with their cackling unending taunting and her fingernails dug into her palms to ward off a choked sob in the presence of the other Grim, 'How low must your pathetic race spiral before you finally realize what you really have become ... wretched ... felborn elves ...' the voices rejoiced in a cacophony of squeeling jeering shouts and jibes as her green eyes closed and twin rivulets of tears spilled down her cheeks, 'Broken world ... abuse of power ... races scorned ... wielded stolen power ... mmmm .. so sweet ... don't even know ... already ours.  Always Been Ours!'

"Please stop ..." she begs but it is barely a whispering breath of air escaping her grief wracked form as she suffers the passage of the history in telling.

'Fel'dorei ...'