Enoch
Oh, for a voice like thunder as hell claps its broad wings within my minds eye... Hatred, love, desire, murder, death, fears enveloping my mind like a thick cloud hindering my sight. The scent of death is thick in the air... My hands covered with the blood of some poor soul that had the misfortune to run across me, all for food.
*He fades in and out of what some would call consciousness, he calls it reality. His quill smears ink and cuts a deep valley in his journal as he fades out, then back in. His movements jumpy, like a machine, or maybe even a nightmare. His writing utensil soon takes off not in his command*
Welcome to my world Enoch, welcome to my world. You have been here once before my son; what brings you back?
*A pause in writing commences, soon to restart*
I am here for one... I do not know why I am back in the Pass my father...? My thoughts are infested with negativity, paralyzed with hate, overcome and paranoid. I am being chased my father, or am I? As last time I have been on the run for what feels like years. I am ready for it all to end, no matter what... but-but-I... I have to be here for Adaira.
*He fades out once again, his pen taking on a mind of its own*
You-you... WHO is this ADAIRA? You know better then concern yourself with pleasantries of that nature, that is why you are here, that is why you are on the verge of insanity, that is why you killed those travelers, that is why you took on Darkshire... by yourself... you are laughable, I have taught you better then that. How are you going to ever break the curse that haunts you day in, and day out with spending your time foolishly chasing after a pleasantry that you cannot afford! I spit upon your face, I regret ever calling you a son... You are no more then a fool! An Idiot! I shall never waist my time on you again!
*Enoch regains control of his pen as he sits there in shame dissecting what he was just told. He sets his quill down as he passes out, his eyes going dark, his brain awash with a dream*
Soon horror fills his dream, visions of things people ought not to know, ought not to see. The visions that he sees would drive most people insane; fel it nearly has driven him insane. His dreams are dark, cruel, vicious, and bloody; he is at a point of no return. He wakes up in a cold sweat, heart pounding as he screams out “Adaira.” He fears something has or is going to happen to her, he could care less about the consequences he must go back to Silvermoon City, he is tired of the chase and worried for his love. He starts to pack up his things to move on back to Silvermoon; he then pulls out some Bloodthistle, eats it as he mounts heading back to Silvermoon.