I walked through the mist filled graveyard choosing not to take the winded road to Goldshire. Hallow's End was upon us and there was nothing like a stroll through some graves. The wind rustled through the trees as the sky grew dark and a menacing laugh pierced the air. It was midday and it felt like midnight as a streak passed by the sky tinted gold and green. "Prepare yourselves, the bells have tolled!"
'NO! Not now!.' My thoughts rang through and intertwined with the voices howl. "Shelter your weak, your young and your old!" I sprinted through the trees running in a blur and there it was. The fire...The Shade of the Headless Horsemen flew through the sky tossing Molotov pumpkins on the Inn and Smith. Settlers and patrons alike rushed to grab the water filled buckets to extinguish the flames. Children screaming begging to go home while sparks whizzed past their heads. Then the ground began to shake, but this was new. Last Hallow's End the ground did not tremor as it did today...
It is true that the 'quakes' have gotten worse. It has been many moons that they continue to stir up the dust in Stormwind. "End of the world!" a beggar would call through the streets leaveing that unsettled feeling with the locals. Something is definitally breathing, churning, and writhing in anger waiting to be unleashed into the world. For now however this Rogue will sit and wait to see what happenes.
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