Slipping
The time has come. They are after me. They fear the Horde and Alliance will vanquish them, and I have bee rogue "long enough."
They are calling me back, calling me 'home'. Their voices overwhelm me, for though I've grown in power, I am nothing compared to their swarming masses.
I can not fight all of this. I need to ally myself with someone, something, not to be crushed under this oppression.
The voices quiet, as another, deeper one penetrates my mind. "I am growing more powerful." He speaks, and their clattering noise becomes the terrified squeaks of mice stalked in the dark.
I angrily tell him not to be so egotistical, and with his tell-tale hacking cough, he is erased from my head. Banished easily enough.
The waves of the Hive crash into me again, telling me they will find me.
I force myself to shut them out. For now.
I can not withstand these barrages much longer.
I am weak without food, and susceptible to anyone's attack.
Why won't I feed? I enjoy this petty game and its' stakes, but is it worth the risk to my freedom? Where shall I draw the line? Where shall I cast my lines of allegiances?
"I am growing more powerful."
My last sentient thought before the Legion stormed my mind again, was
'Teach me how.'
They are calling me back, calling me 'home'. Their voices overwhelm me, for though I've grown in power, I am nothing compared to their swarming masses.
I can not fight all of this. I need to ally myself with someone, something, not to be crushed under this oppression.
The voices quiet, as another, deeper one penetrates my mind. "I am growing more powerful." He speaks, and their clattering noise becomes the terrified squeaks of mice stalked in the dark.
I angrily tell him not to be so egotistical, and with his tell-tale hacking cough, he is erased from my head. Banished easily enough.
The waves of the Hive crash into me again, telling me they will find me.
I force myself to shut them out. For now.
I can not withstand these barrages much longer.
I am weak without food, and susceptible to anyone's attack.
Why won't I feed? I enjoy this petty game and its' stakes, but is it worth the risk to my freedom? Where shall I draw the line? Where shall I cast my lines of allegiances?
"I am growing more powerful."
My last sentient thought before the Legion stormed my mind again, was
'Teach me how.'