Kittens and Evil

(One night, sometime in early September 07)
He wakes up with a start, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. Grabbing his dagger, he eyes the area around the island. Standing up and ready for battle, he is ready.
No one is here. And yet, a presence so evil...so menacing...a presence of pure evil has descended upon the place, causing his faith in Elune to nearly stumble.
What is the meaning of...this?
To be a Priest is to be a light in a dark place.
The presence descends, threatening to envelop him and blot out the ground he stands on for all of eternity.
His body does not waver, but is soul is fearful. He prepares himself for what is to come and closes his eyes.
Morning does eventually come.
(Two evenings later)
No presence of evil nor dreams of death befoul the night, this night. The elf rests peacefully, near the ruins of the house, on the island, that resembles in his own mind the home that perhaps he came from. Daybreak arrives, and the Priest continues to sleep until a passing boat's noise finally jolts him from his slumber.
He sits up, rubs his eyes, and looks around. 
"I forgot to ask about the cat!"
"In fact, I believe she could use one too."
He smiles inwardly, apparantly satisfied at his random thought, and begins to write.
"The elvess did not shun me. Yet again, she has surprised me. Except, this time, it was not in the lessons of the arts that she did so. I was weary for battle and weak in heart. Yet, she did not injure me further as some have done in the past."
He smiles, recalling some pleasant memory.
"I must remember to write Priestess Aur'Draythorn this morning. I trust her greatly in this matter and would hear her counsel regarding our...redefinied relationship."
"Yet, that dream I had the other night. I fear it to not be some simple dream. There was a...prophetic element to it. And then, last night, as the unexplained, unprecedented evil so easily invaded my sleep and overwhelmed my defenses."
"Something is amiss."
No evil permeates the atmosphere this morning, and across the water, the faint sound of laughing and splashing can be heard from the shore of Auberdine proper. 
"I fear to bring upon her the burden that is myself. Yet, she has taken everything so far with the grace of Jaina herself. I do not even know from whence she came, yet, I laid my heart before her in total vulnerability."
"Perhaps she will write today."''
He lays down the parchment and falls back into his blanket, asleep yet again.
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