"A Shot in The Dark"

Edwin sat still in his high back chair, him rubbing his forehead; he stood from the chair and began to pace madly about the room, all these thoughts racing through his head “Will she survive childbirth?”, “What shall we name it?” “Will it love me?” these thoughts may have appeared “Silly” to the common bystander, but to a father to be? The priestess burst from the ward, a bright, young smile on her face. “Mr. Bordros?” she stated, Edwin jittered nervously “Y-yes?” she straightened herself “Your daughter would like to see you.” She almost blushed, leading Edwin into the brightly lit room. His wife, ebon-haired and beautiful lay with the wee babe in her arms, she gently lifted it to Edwin “Her name is Anita, dear.” Edwin smiled, cradled his newborn daughter in the cloth, nearly overwhelmed with a sense of pride “I love you… ‘Nita.” Edwin blinked his eyes open, the dream had brought a sense of disappointment and regret in the pit of his stomach, his self proclaimed ‘New Wife’ lay on his chest, her eyes still shut. Edwin exhaled quite loudly, him delicately sliding her off of him, standing and looking out to the window. The Plaguelands seemed like a new place to call ‘home’ to Edwin, he stared down at Arian, forcing a smile. Arian was quite the beauty in the right light, her hair whitened with the chill of death, Edwin saw her as his –true- retribution. He crept down the stairs of the house they had commandeered, sliding on his plated boots and mounting his steed, he set off toward the Scarlet Enclave, a place he would’ve once called his ‘turning factor’, back then he was merely a pawn, a tool. Edwin, still mounted on his deathcharger, set off for the decrepit dock. As his steed clipped onto the dock, he wavered his fingers, the horse dissipating into ash, fluttering back into the pit of his pocket. As he gazed upon the plagued water, he clutched his knotted chest, if his tear glands still worked, he’d be bawling. After the long chat he had with that quel’dorei priestess, Edwin found true purpose in life; he plucked a stone from the ground, chucking it into the water with a surprised rage in his actions. He began to choke up, though no tears fell from his rotting face, he made the sounds that would suggest sorrow. His hand twitched “I-I… Nggh.” He spoke, though no one was there, he jabbed his rune blade into the ground “How does one deal with his child’s death?” the blade glistened with energies, a spirit flying from the blade and resting his hand upon Edwin’s shoulder. Edwin gasped, turning to see a ghostly John Greycall smiling at him “Ed? Something seems to be bothering you.” Edwin was overwhelmed, patting his friend on the back “My –new- life confuses me, Jo-.” John interrupted, shushing Edwin “Take these words of wisdom, friend, John looked into Edwin’s eyes with a bright, yet eerie smile “-Everything- happens for a reason.” The spirit sprung back into the blade. Edwin chucked another stone into the water, turning and setting off toward his ‘home’.