Frozen Rose

The Dream is a curious thing... Just like visions it shares with you.
The night is close... I wonder...

I never understood the "cold" other races talk about. All the stories about chilling darkness, overwhelming despair and loneliness never matched my experiences here in shiverpeaks. The air is so... refreshing.
Few weeks ago i've met an asura. A member of the Vigil order if i recognized the sigil on his shield correctly. Poor little thing passed me with fear in its eyes, the pact set a camp nearby, he probably was heading there, searching for bonfire to escape from this "cold". I tried to sit with them but whenever i came close, the fire was dying out.
Most races can't stand this environment, not unlike those so called "Sons of Svanir"...
Just like me, they seem to be getting stronger by the presence of the ice. I tried to comunicate with them, but they were hostile to everything around.
I wonder if that "Jormag" could be the beast from my dream...

Mother Tree was more than worried when i revealed my visions. The "dangerous path" she called it. In those visions i see overwhelming darkness, ended by a roar coming from a peak of a mountain. I see an icy beast so big and powerful, it wings cover the land with chill and despair. And from that wasteland, a single blue rose blooms, untouched by the beast's icy breath. Mother spoke to me, that it was my destiny to slay that beast, yet it didnt bring me any harm. Why should I ?

After the encounter with the svanir i followed the pact caravan for some time. I never came close to them, remembering the fire from that vigil camp. They feared me like everyone unfortunately and yet, one of them aproached me. An old charr, gave me a device, a blowtorch of some sort. Said that even though the cold doesnt seem to bother me, the device may help me during lonely nights.

Today i've met the asura from before, this time nearly dead and obvioulsy even more scared than before. He didnt have strength to scream and i bet he would want to when he saw me aproach. Then he saw the torch... In one instant the fear in his eyes turned into tears of joy. A little further was a destroyed vigil camp, probably the work of sons of svanir. I used the torch to lit a fire, to comfort the little asura in his dying moments. He passed away a few hours later just when the fire burned out.

The night is coming... I hear a roar from behind a mountain. I stand alone in the middle of the former camp, surrounded by the field of chill and despair, untouched like a blue rose from my dream.
The vision came true, and i wonder...