I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I really should stop inflicting my little literary ramblings on you, but someone on my last fanfiction post demanded more. So here more is.
Once again, this story was inspired, but this time by a A Softer World comic and my own paladin alt.
Note: “prince “is used in a derogatory fashion, similar to how one might say “chief” or “bub”.
I always thought that violence never solves anything. And then one day it did, and the guilt I expected never came.
Mom had always taught me to be kind, to be nice. She even tried to get me to follow her path, as a holy priest of the Light. I was never much good at it; I’d always been a little rough around the edges.
Mom’s dead, of course, along with who knows how many other high elves Arthas killed in his quest to… I don’t know, something about a velcromancer and some demon named Arkimound. I could never really concentrate in history class. It was always blah blah trolls blah blah burning legion.
I never really cared, you know? It was all in the past, didn’t matter. What mattered was friends, having fun, kicking it in the streets of Silvermoon. (more…)