Tonight marks the passing of a dear friend of mine. And yet as I mourn this tragedy, I cannot remember his name.
But I see his face and think to myself, can this be reality or am I dreaming once more?
Shanil sat quietly on the Rise and watched the stars. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she fought back the urge to release them. Only the weak breakdown and in times like these, she could not afford to be as so.
It is a curious thing when a Draenei is pushed into this vicious cycle. The constant unknowing of what to expect for tomorrow, how to cope with yesterday and coming up with ways to make it through today, but for all her current uncertainty, she felt peace somewhere in her heart.
Within the arms of the Kharanei, there was a warmth she had been missing all along. Something filled the void inside and made her feel renewed with life. Purpose was given back and there were those like her. People who could care about a suffering world, the forgotten children and show love for their kin. These people are brothers and sisters by race, but through this order, she felt they could be more.
The idea of family was not lost on Shanil. She may have put it aside to live for her people, but she had always hoped to find something which gave her the sense she was missing. Now, this hope had turned into a chance and a chance turned into a reality. Soon enough, she would pick herself up again and seek out these people. Only then could she be sure of her thoughts.
And it would first start with Rebraal, the Draenei which brought her in the first place. He could guide her and the faith she had in this stranger was more than she put in others. With tears choked back, Shanil cleansed herself of any sign to hint to her sadness. Tonight, she would mourn in private, but not for long. The past needed to be tucked away for this future. A future she could see shining brightly once more.
As she pulled herself to her hooves, there was a breeze passing through and it is like the winds had carried the voice of the man she had forgotten. The words eluded her, but the sound of his voice did not. She took comfort in what she felt and carried herself to her quarters.
If only she knew the words he spoke.