Dear Journal,
Last time I left you, we were going up the tower, right? Immediately, I could tell something was up with him. Call it instinct. The coward summoned this huge undead thing, and fled. Sparky and I had it handled though.
We returned to the Bravo Company, and Mr. Troteman dropped down in thus huge tank thing! Keeshan manned shot gun, and I was driving. It was amazing! Best moment of my life! All these orcs coming, Keeshan screaming his head off, gunning the dragons down while I was squishing orcs with little -squish squish- sounds! It was really, really, really cool. You just have to -see- the destruction.
The Bravo Company and I went up to Stonewatch to finish this, once and for all. Even if I wasn't a true member of the Bravo Company, I felt proud to be fighting with them. They were great company to chat to with, as well. While we rested for the final confrontation, we talked about all sorts of nifty things.
And then, disaster. Troteman was shouting, but chaos came upon us. We had to run, but I couldn't tell what he was saying.
Darkblaze came upon us.
We fought him, and we had him, we had him! But the coward scorched the Bravo Company to oblivion, and picked up Keeshan. He flew to the lake in a suicide attempt, taking Keeshan with him. I ran back to Troteman, hoping for good news. They could save him, couldn't they? Couldn't they?
They couldn't.
I'm the last member of the Bravo Company, now. Guess they did like me, the rookie, after all...
And, more bad news, journal...During the fight, Sparky...poor Sparky, was roasted to death. He took the flames meant to kill me. He'll never meet that cute little spider he liked ever again. It's all my fault. What did I do to deserve this? As I hearthed, a small fox ran up to me. She looked injured, and I decided to help her. After all, Sparky would want me to move on...
Rest well, Sparky and the Bravo Company...You all fought bravely. They found Keeshan's bow and bandana. I'll wear the bandana, and the bow...I'll keep it with me. To remember. I'll...keep fighting for them. And the Black Dragonflight will pay. For everything.
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Dear Journal,
I had the weirdest dream ever last night.
I wasn't even -really- me. I was like some sort of cat thing, sort of like a druid, but not quite. I was trapped in a cellar with a large wasp bug thing and a huge dragon. There was a loud, painful buzzing, and voices were screaming in my head. Everything hurt. The dragon told me to run, but I couldn't. I don't know why, but I wasn't going to leave that dragon -Carrion- behind. But the bug called for help, and we had to leave. I couldn't do anything. Anything at all. I left him, and despite not knowing who he was, I felt a great sorrow for that poor dragon. There was a scream of mourning, I think from the dream-cat-me, and...
...Then nothing. I woke up crying, and Shadwyn rested her head on my leg, trying to comfort me.
I'm going to stop writing for now, journal...We're on the move soon, and I should rest up.
((Aw, Redridge. I hated this ending, and it was a brilliant point to make a reference.
