World of Warcraft Community Magazine Issue 13 | Page 76

FICTION

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COMING OF RITES

By Leanne Dugan

s I sit staring out into the

of what is out there. I only have

summer. I could play and wander

vast abyss, I dream of

moments each morning to let my

around aimlessly throughout the

a life that I have heard

mind wonder before the bell rings

many corridors. I would stare at

stories of for years. One day, I will

and I must hurry down the stairs

the walls and the towers in the

get to see what is outside these

through the silky, blue curtains that

skyline, dreaming that I was one

gates, I swear it. The sun shines

line the doorways of this great city.

of the heroes that was proudly

brightly every morning as I climb
out my window on the rooftop to
stare out there... there, I dream

displayed. I would stand tall and
A few years ago I did not have as
many responsibilities during the

pretend to march around; I’m
sure I looked absolutely ridiculous
doing so, but in my young mind, my
dreams were bigger than the world.
This summer is special for me, all
those dreams I spent years upon
years wondering about, frantically
making plans that likely made no
sense, they all start to come true.
Will this be the last morning
that I sit staring into the watery
blue, endless ocean? I will finally
get to see if anything actually sits

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