It has been years since I stepped foot in these plagued lands. Years spent in regions of the hellish nether and the even more hellish cold. Years spent seeing true, unbridled horror at every turn.
Being here again brings back the memories of what could now be seen as a simpler time.
Yes, this land is not without it’s own horrors. And yes, when I first gazed upon it all I thought I saw was how the world would end and what the darkness held. But time brings with it experience and clarity. Along with aches, pains, and far too many scars of the body and spirit.
As I fought what I saw then as an un-winnable battle, I see now that the mere act of standing against the darkness is exactly what the land, and the people who once called it home, needed. It was exactly what they needed to see; that all hope was not lost and that even one person willing to give everything for a better future was one less person dying for nothing.
I can laugh inwardly at that thought now as well. Spending time around Fordring and his followers seems to have rubbed off on me more than I thought. I might use the light differently, but I fight with it, and for it, just the same.
#1 by Monstu on September 29, 2010 10:17 am - 10:17 am
plagued lands = NYC, nether = Texas, cold = Potsdam
Un-winnable battle = IT support (that may be the best part of the metaphor by the way)
This is where I get lost. darkness/light = PC/Mac?? sounds wrong but it is hilarious so I’ll go with it. Probably more like order/chaos or user/root…
That leaves Fordring = old boss?
Well, how did I do?
#2 by Weesa on September 29, 2010 1:46 pm - 1:46 pm
Wow! Monstu, I’m impressed. Even if you turn out to be wrong… I like it.