*Dream 01*
The towering spires of Dalaran - surely as magical in construction as the lessons and activities that went on inside their halls - never ceased to astound the young Jaina Proudmoore. She was 16, and despite being apprenticed to one of the wisest, most powerful archmages in Dalaran's prestigious history... Jaina was little more than a girl.
The market and square were as bustling and crowded as they ever were, but Jaina stood quietly in front of a small fountain nestled against the wall in between two stores, one that sold various magical trinkets and the other that sold ingenious clockwork mechanisms and toys designed by a particularly clever Gnome. Jaina held a small gold piece in her hand, and was looking down at it in contemplation. Really, a single gold was hardly anything given her family's prestige and wealth, but part of her felt silly simply throwing it away like this.
It was a wishing fountain. You threw a coin into the fountain and made a wish, and it was supposed to come true. Judging by the way the light glinted off the bottom of the pool, she was by no means the first to try her luck.
...such a silly concept. She was training to be a sorceress, she knew magic - there wasn't any magic in such a mundane little fountain. Yet she was standing here anyway in contemplation, wasn't she?
Jaina missed him. He was one of the few people she regularly saw her age, and she admired him deeply - not just for the crown that would one day be his, but for his strength, his nobility, and for the deep-seated yearning that she saw within him to protect the people he would one day rule. Of course he would be a great Paladin one day, when they were older.
He was off on some diplomatic excursion south - to the Dwarves, she remembered - with his father, and wouldn't be back for some time. Months, even. The very thought made her heart ache - such a foolish young girl, she imagined her mentor saying if she'd ever told him these things ... which was why she was standing in front of the fountain.
Jaina sighed, but smiled anyway as she tossed the coin into the air, closing her eyes and waiting to hear the splash it made as it entered the water, and made her wish:
Arthas, my love, please come back to me.
...Why would... I dream about that?
How strange...
The market and square were as bustling and crowded as they ever were, but Jaina stood quietly in front of a small fountain nestled against the wall in between two stores, one that sold various magical trinkets and the other that sold ingenious clockwork mechanisms and toys designed by a particularly clever Gnome. Jaina held a small gold piece in her hand, and was looking down at it in contemplation. Really, a single gold was hardly anything given her family's prestige and wealth, but part of her felt silly simply throwing it away like this.
It was a wishing fountain. You threw a coin into the fountain and made a wish, and it was supposed to come true. Judging by the way the light glinted off the bottom of the pool, she was by no means the first to try her luck.
...such a silly concept. She was training to be a sorceress, she knew magic - there wasn't any magic in such a mundane little fountain. Yet she was standing here anyway in contemplation, wasn't she?
Jaina missed him. He was one of the few people she regularly saw her age, and she admired him deeply - not just for the crown that would one day be his, but for his strength, his nobility, and for the deep-seated yearning that she saw within him to protect the people he would one day rule. Of course he would be a great Paladin one day, when they were older.
He was off on some diplomatic excursion south - to the Dwarves, she remembered - with his father, and wouldn't be back for some time. Months, even. The very thought made her heart ache - such a foolish young girl, she imagined her mentor saying if she'd ever told him these things ... which was why she was standing in front of the fountain.
Jaina sighed, but smiled anyway as she tossed the coin into the air, closing her eyes and waiting to hear the splash it made as it entered the water, and made her wish:
Arthas, my love, please come back to me.
...Why would... I dream about that?
How strange...