Dawnsky · Chronicles

*The words that cover this page are no longer elegant and neat, but shaky and almost unreadable.*

Trell is dead is a Banshee Forsaken. It was Ambassador Aianar who told me she was...dead, and that her corpse was in Northrend. I set out. I met her Banshee self. My anger almost drove me to insanity. I attacked her, roaring and screaming incoherent things. This wasn't my dear friend. This was a monster, and the voice was Arthas himself.

Soon, however, I was too weak to fight anymore. I fell to the ground, and my mother's nightingale smashed. I wept. But, as the Banshee said Trell belonged to her, my anger instantly flared again. I jumped up, and cannot for the life of me remember what I said. With that, the Banshee attempted to leave. I forced her to tell me how to get Trell back. At first, she lied. But the second time I demanded an answer, she gave me what I was looking for. I let her depart. 

I saw Trell just recently; no, she was not hungering for my blood. But she had shadows swirling around me. She was furious with what she was, and the fact that she was using shadow magic. I swore to her that I would help her, at any cost. She said I had too good a heart, and that I cared too much. I replied that caring for one's friends is completely normal for most. She disappeared.

I told Mynai. She set out to find Trell. For once in my life, I have no idea how we will solve this puzzle. And, as the days grow darker, I realize that we all must stand together against the darkness that rises so high.