Argh, the sand where blistering hot towards the bare skin. It burned, all over him, the sun gazed down on his burned body form above. Stupid dragons, why did they attack? Damn them all, and damn the sun that persecuted him for being out in the desert daytime. He had gone there to
do a heroic deed and all he got was attacked by ignorant beasts.
“Lokkir, what are you going to do, she wont come and tell you to walk this time, she wont return. Get on your feet and walk it off.” He said to himself. He tried to arise *Crack*
“Aargh! Well Lokkir, your legs broken, crawl.” He said.
And he stared to crawl, slowly over the burning sands, it got in every where, in every wound on his body, every place where the dragons fire had burned his flesh.
”Lokkir, why did you do this? Why did you seek to change the past? You are miserable a weakling with the courage of a rabbit.” He said to himself. “Any why am I talking to myself, well no one else around so I guess it don’t matter. So just keep crawling or the vultures will eat you.”
“Why did you send her away? Why did you do that, honestly you needed her support for those times when Cathleen isn’t at your side. How will now keep you sane in your loneliness? You on your own with the world ahead, riding into the wilderness just to get attacked by dragons.”
He was sweating and the sun started to set in the horizon, and yet there was no sign of anything but the wildlife and the burning sands. Yet there was a sweet smell in the air. “Lokkir, do you feel that? That smell, that sweet sweet smell? Trolls Lokkir, they are sacrificing blood to their dark gods. And do you see that? Mountains. Head over them and you should be safer, perhaps some one will find you when you enter the land of Thousand needles.”
He crawled closer to the mountains, and in the cold of night he slept in the shadow of the mountain. When he awoke he continued to climb. And by mid day he hadn’t got more than another hundred meters.
Three days passed, and the thirst where unbearable and the hunger, the pain and the guilt. What had he done? Attacking the bronze dragon flight, the keepers of time. “Lokkir you fool, you are truly a masterful jester, your deeds will amuse those who hear of it in the past, but I guess I don’t have the heart to write about this. Now, go back to your Brothers of war, have your leg healed yet? Well of course it haven’t, three days hu? Well time pass slowly when you are alone.” He said.
Then he heard a voice, at first just a mumbling, then it grew louder. He crawled closer, a Tauren was walking on the road, better take the chance now when he had it.
“Tauren!” he tried to yell, but all that came from his mouth was a hissing whisper. He tried again with the same result. Then, the last time he gathered what strength he had left in his lounges and yelled and this time it came a yell from his lips and not any whisper. The Tauren was surprised by what he saw, a scorched elf covered in sand and blood. Then all went black.
Two days later he awoke at the Aldor infirmary… ((and that is where this story ends. This ends in the end of this week (week. 6) ))
Subject: Lokkir in Tanaris 
Mon 04 Feb 2008, 12:11
