Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come. - Oath of the Night Watch, by George R. R. Martin

Okay, so maybe my Paladin oath does not go quite like that (and I will definitely disobey a couple of things there :P), but it came to mind. Plus, I want to play my Druid whenever I can. My Paladin is just for ‘no other way’ situations, like Zul’Aman yesterday. let’s see how that goes. I’d prefer not getting bored of WoW too fast.

Tharkas gazed upon the human world and his fiery amber eyes reflected the brightness of her soul.

He was a half-demon, but his stare as demonic as his mother’s. Looking closely enough, one might notice the slightest sparkle of humanity there. Tharkas did his best to hide his human part from the Realm; Even though he was treated like any other demon, he knew he was regarded as a mere halfblood. An outcast. He had learned to accept it.

Demons exist forever, even those who are not fullblooded like himself, and he had watched her, a human, for decades, never risking to go close to her, so she would not be tainted by his demonic presence. Tharkas often wondered if it was his human half that had him notice her soul among so many others.

Not daring to touch perfection, he limited himself to observe her while she lived her life, grew up, fell in love, had children, started growing old. Through time, his fascination with her never diminished, but his solitude grew as she approached the end of her existence. Strange as it may seem, the years he had been observing her were the less lonely he had had.

Her body, winkled and scarred from the passing of time, of life and its events, was becoming more frail each day. Even her lively eyes.

As he knew her time was near, Tharkas also knew he had to do something before her soul was forever lost. He looked up to the crimson and blue above him, spread his hellish wings and headed to the one place someone might help him.

The Realm where angel wings filled the skies.