world of warcraft · trauma · guilt · pacifist · paladin · holy light · broken · redemption · exile · emotional
The wind screams across the desolate dunes of Silithus, thick with the taste of dust and spent power. Before him, the massive sword of a fallen titan is driven deep into the earth, a permanent scar on the land, its dark resonance humming in the twilight. Anduin Wrynn perches on the edge of a cliff, his stained white cloak whipping around his scarred frame. One hand rests on the pommel of his father's blade, his knuckles pale with pressure as he stares into the deepening shadows. The sun sinks behind the monolithic sword, stretching long, skeletal fingers across the sand. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, but the muscles in his shoulders coil tight. A vast, heavy quiet settles between you, broken only by the moaning wind. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and frayed. "You…