[IC Journal - Evariste] Veiled Song
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[IC Journal - Evariste Evensong] Written Journal Entry - "Veiled Song"
It's been a year or so since I left Kirin Tor after my sorcery training. Learnt my family landed on the side of Horde and began performing for the Quel'thalas nobility. Thought I could get out from the war, thought I could escape the battlefield just by being a mere musician but no, it was otherwise.
I enjoy the glorious days of Quel'thalas in bask of light from the Sunwell; singing on sun-bathed stages to smiling, hopeful faces of my people and performing reenactments of our war victories in a form of a beautiful, composed play. The theatre was my home. My audiences were ones who seek hope and inspiration to their lives. And they loved the soothing music that courses through their ears.
But no.
I returned to fight for my people, my land. The blood-filled grounds of the battlefield became my stage, the clashing of swords and cackling fire ablaze from spells became my music.
Then I have come to hate the war, at times. I want to go back performing in the theatre peacefully, without having to be called for duty.
And then, sometimes, I do not hate it.
Why?
Even from bloodshed, suffering, vengeance, struggle and hostility, there was inspiration; stories to be told, a song to be sung. A war song to rise.
From victories, sense of fulfilment and the peace and safety that comes after, there was celebration; a dance to delight and happiness.
How could I ever not open my eyes to that? Lend my ears to listen the song or part my lips to sing with it?