It’s been such a long road.
I’ve explored most of the Eastern Kingdom; and now I find myself heading back for Kalimdor. So close to my homeland, yet it still seems so far away. Teldrassil; oh how I miss you.
I hate this place, this place known as Felwood.
It is truly abhorrent in every way. I can sense my Lady Elune’s tears being shed over the corruption.
It’s been a long road up to this point, and I’ll be glad to put it behind me. How long have I been in this cursed forest? Has it been six months, possibly more? I am sickened by it.
At least I can now walk through their sacred halls unmolested. I’ve already visited Moonglade, but now I must move onward.
Down this other path is supposedly Winterspring.
This has been my goal, has it not?
Didn’t that lovely elf say that this was the home of the Frostsaber pride? Is this not the area where I will meet the fabled Wintersaber Trainers? Is this not where Tundra awaits?
As I travel through the tunnel, I notice a distinct temperature change. It’s…it’s…it’s getting colder! I draw my cloak closer about me and proceed closer to the entrance.
It’s so bright! As I near the entrance, I can’t hardly see for the glare. And the chill; I’m not even outside and I can sense it seeping into my bones. Why does this suprise me? What was I expecting from a place called, “Winterspring?”
I shake my head an chuckle. I will have to craft some cold weather clothing. This is so different from the hot, fetid grounds of Felwood.
As I get to the entrance I take a long look around. So beautiful, so pristine. I can only assume that there are dangers here just as bad, if not worse than I’ve seen elsewhere. But, I must go on…for, Tundra awaits.
By my pen, Zwingli