Relapsing On A Night Route

Authour: Saerileth
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Character(s): Saerileth Azhari
Night before her Wedding, Dec. 7th, 2007
Location: House of Morningstar, her room
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Various of journal entries scattered across the floor as Saerileth went through her chest near the edge of her bed. Things were changing, better or worse, and she was scared. Her brother she hadn't seen in four years in time, and she worried greatly about how soon exactly that she would be able to tell him in person the marriage, or even how much she had missed him. She had sent a letter no more than a month ago, previous ones he had answered to, but this one he hadn't. Was he mad over it...? Her hands pulled out on the occasion many journal books that she had written in since Orphiel's leave as she set them in a pile behind her, the loose pages seem to have been thrown around to the side as she would sort them out later. 
Leves was wondering somewhere, leaving the girl be, maybe, if Saerileth could recall correctly, to the site of the wedding ceremony to set things up. She was and always had been nice to the Morningstar family. Found ways to brighten up the children, taken care of them, strict but always held a caring hand, which was not likely for a Forsaken to do so to a family of Blood Elves. Saerileth often times called her Mother, or Mother Leves, due to that the girl felt a family bond between them. 
Many more journal entries were found in the chest, eventually she pulled out the last one. Saerileth sat there, back against the chest and studied her room. She'd be back here from time to time, given that Anasyan may be off during some nights and days and not return home. Maybe she could see if he'd like to live here as well, but that may be pushing it with her brother if he were to return home soon. 
The girl picked up the most recent journal book and flipped through the pages to recall what has happened in the past three or so months, since she had met Anasyan, and roughly before. Slowly the entries had caught her attention and she began to read them through. Granted, the dates were a bit smudged, but Saerileth was able to figure the times.
September 07
Walking around Silvermoon, yet another day. Nothing seems to really change, epidemics with the damnable Blood Knights still yet continue. Although I did manage to find one Knight this evening, didn't quite catch his name this night, but he seems to have reasonable senses. He and another Knight were slightly at it. Was an interesting conversation about how the Blood Knights basically police everything and ruin lives. (With that said, I will have to admit that the Knight I met shared much of my opinion, surprising, I suppose.) If I come across him again, I shall ask for his name. Should send Orphiel a letter telling him of a slight hope in the lines and stands of a Blood Knight, but I shall not, don't wish to really interrupt his lines up in the Outlands with what he may see as nonsense. 
She flipped a few pages over.
September 14th, 07
Odd feelings lately. Not sure what though. However, I did mange to get that Knight's name the other day. Soluthos was his name, I hoped I spelt that correctly. I have a habit of not spelling. Shame on me. 
Recalling memories, I can't continue writing...So I'll leave off with that Silvermoon is still the same. 
September 07
Wow, I woke up with an odd headache I am not use to. I ignored it most of the day, just, it came back with a snap. As for what exactly or even how it happened, I'm not entirely sure to be honest. I recall not feeling well and I went to bed in the afternoon, but apparently some of the ones I talk to have said I was acting weird, and lost it mentally. I do remember dreaming that a some few were in my dream and they were people I did not like...but...What they said, verses what had happened in my dream...To be honest, I'm quite scared at the moment. Righty, well maybe a few drinks may help me relax some. I know I've been told not to...but I need to pass this pain in me at the moment.
The girl paused for a moment, her face grew sad as she recalled that night, "Every time...Why is it taking so long to prevent it...." She turned the pages a few more, to the date that she remembered another instance similar to it, but the one right before it caught her eye.
What the hell is with the "Order" that one warlock elf was talking about? She threatens me and my friend about it, claiming that we 'must aid her and join her cause.' Or, as she stated it, become enemies and she will make us regret it. For Sylvana's sake, the damn bitch stabbed her partner in the back tonight, quite literally because me and Sy wouldn't help her cause. What is wrong with Silvermoon now?
She shook her head. "And she still haunts us and begs to this day..." she whispered. She continued reading.
Late September 07
Before I forget to mention this, I will have to say, this one I've recently met, this magister, is quite cute. Very helpful and has common sense as well. You don't find that often among most Blood Elves these days since Silvermoon has been working on rebuilding. But tonight has been interesting to say the least. My mind's still spinning from all that has happened. 
I recall going into Arathi Basin to help the Horde in front lines and defend our stands. We were doing quite well, we won the battle even, but the battles each of our section had were gruesome. I remember clearly the great amount of warlock students I have seen on the Alliance side, most of them had to have studied Fel and Demonology. So many demons...just so many...My memory fails around the time when one Fel Hound Demon (I know of the name due to Mother Leves) bit me at the lower part of my leg. I don't recall much but feeling different and collapsing. One mage had escorted me back to Silvermoon, but by then I thought I had felt fine and began to walk again after the battle grounds. Sy admits that he knew something wasn't right when he saw me, but I just let it slide, figuring that I did too much that day.
I had fled later that evening to aid Sir Holy and Lin, Haristus's son. We were in Arathi Highlands and I recieved a call roughly near the end of one of our assignments we had. The call frightened me. Soluthos had managed to find the channel that I use on my headset and was calling for help. At first I thought he was pulling my leg, but later, well, lets just say the group and I headed to Undercity to find him.
Curse had been torturing the Knight just to find out where another Forsaken had been hiding. Arete, and I knew her from past encounters, wasn't all what they had said for her to be, as a traitor. But it was likely that Curse would call out people in this. It is much like how the Reckoning had done in Silvermoon not too long ago...False accusations. We managed to get Soluthos back, and at that point me and Holy had agreed to keep a look out with this guild. However, due to the torture of Curse, Soluthos passed out...claimed to be dead by some of the elves around us, but was awake after some help from a Concordia Chaos member, her name escapes me at the moment. After seeing if Soluthos would recover alright, I had left to find Sy and talk to him some about how I have been feeling.
I guess it wasn't long at that moment when I passed out myself, and the same girl had been helping me stay alive as well. I remember waking up in one of the community houses near the Royal Exchange. Anything during that moment and shortly after, I honestly cannot recall...
Her head began to hurt as her memories flashed of the next day. She didn't have to reread the entry to understand and know the pain and fear of what had happened that day. She remembered it clearly, although it was like a dream to her. The Fel energy had corrupted her, she should have found Leves or a Priest of the sort to remove it before it damaged her body, her mind, her friends close. Her mind was turned upside down that day, and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt at this moment and began to cry from the pain. She was use to mental lapses in the past, small ones though, but the ones recently that were engaged by mostly Fel energy or continuous memory recalls were completely out of her control. She remembered the ones chasing her around Silvermoon City. Almost half the city helped most of her friends there and Sy track the girl down. Her mind set was stuck on killing a Knight, one that had made nothing but pain in her life previously. But her mind seemed to have targeted Soluthos as that Knight, and she went to kill him. Thankfully, he had knocked Saerileth out before she could harm him. As to what happened after that, the girl cannot remember. 
Saerileth sighed, it wasn't the last time an event like that had happened. Once with Stark while they were in a mission in Zul'Farrak. Then recently with Sy again near the pond just outside of Silvermoon. There were many smaller ones, but those were controlable. It was at this point Saerileth felt like a wreck, not sure of what do to about anything. The Morningstar child closed her book and laid across the floor. She'd have to clean up the mess in the morning, she was tired, and it wasn't long before her mind slipped and she slept.
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