Dark Legacy
I squander not that which was given to me - and so are my people remembered... Hurskan had said.
There is no justice in vengeance... Harun had followed.
I look at the path behind me, at the many bodies of the Alliance I have slain. On and on for years, I have found them, slaughtered them, all in the name of Taurajo. All in the name of my tribe. My hooves should be stained in blood for the miles I have walked through the Valley of Death. I have strewn the path with the pain and suffering of my perceived enemies. I have delivered unto them as much as they did to Taurajo. But when does the cycle of hatred end? When do I stop being the Spirit of Vengeance? When -- if ever -- is the bloodshed finally enough?
I do not know. I do not know who I am beyond my hatred of the Alliance. I do not know my path ahead without it. The burden of the living is to move on from our past, and find new causes worthy of our care. Harun's words, not mine. And yet, there is wisdom in them that I cannot ignore. Too much wisdom this evening that burdens my heart and makes me question everything that I am and everything that I have become. Is this dark legacy what I want people to remember of Taurajo? Is this how I honor them?
My time working for the Syndicate in Darkshire, too, has shown me that the Alliance are not the monsters I see them as in my head. They are people, people who suffer, people who are given bad command decisions, just as the Horde did beneath Garrosh and Sylvanas. They are people trying to eke out a meager existence amidst the havoc of war, trying to find what pockets of peace they can, until the tides of fury wash over them again.
Find new causes worthy of our care... All I can think about is Rory. And to some extent, Sorvitsune. I entered into this contract to help Rory learn more about the Syndicate and how to free him. I am now a bearer of the same Curse, the same magical imprisonment. I am free, but not free. Yet, there is nowhere I would want to be right now, save for helping my friend. There is something about Sorvi, too, that calls to me. There is some sorrow unlearned about their weyrn, something Sorvi would rather forget, but it keeps bothering them. I can see it in the way they dodge around the subject, dismiss it, segue the conversation into something else whenever it is mentioned. Their discomfort at learning to fight, having done so before. What has happened to you, dear Sorvi? What is your self-interested vanity a shield for?
Too many questions, not enough answers. Both for Rory and for Sorvitsune. An'she teaches us patience in all things, so I must watch and I must wait. The Light will reveal the truth in time.
For now, I must decide what legacy I would like to leave behind. And how I will remember and honor my people.
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