Guild Wars 2

Soft whisper of the dusk
Awakened her to the earthy musk
Of nightmare, and yet
Of dream.

Before her still-closed eyes she did see
A shield of the moon,
Gleaming silver-
’Twas but a flash.

Her first breath was a battle cry,
Her second one a sob.
“Was I only born for battle?”
She wonders, and within
Her chest, a tightening.
A sadness; yet it is also a curiosity.

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Now she journeys on,
Finding new adventures,
But one thing gave her pause-
It was an abandoned playset.

The dolls like fallen soldiers lay
Upon the ground,
Next to them, their pine-cone kingdom
Was tumbled over itself.
The only truly intact item
Was a simple swing of rope.

The sad scene made her realize,
“I have never had a childhood.
Thrust into war at my first breath,
Knowing only knowledge and the pursuit of knowledge;
When was the last time I stared at the clouds?”

The dolls were righted,
And lovingly dusted.
The pine-cone towers
Were straightened with care,
And a curious deer
Peered into the forest clearing
And saw the sylvari.

She was smiling.