Day 19: Winter. The winters in Stormwind were generally temperate with snow being a rarity. During his time in Kun-Lai Summit, Anduin had grown to love the brisk, cold air and the gentle snowflakes dancing to the ground. That time was too short, and he missed it.

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2020-10-22

Day 18: Roots. The Wrynn family legacy was well known, but Anduin sometimes wondered if he truly knew his roots. The only blood relative he had was his father, and now he had no one. All he ever knew were stories that felt like legends, but he treasured each one.

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2020-10-22

Day 16: Sacred. Anduin had so many duties, and he solemnly accepted the burden of each one with quiet resolve. These smaller duties amounted to one sacred charge he held above all: to protect the people of the Alliance.

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2020-10-21

Day 15: Metamorphosis. Anduin sometimes felt like he’d gone through a reverse metamorphosis; in went a butterfly, out came a caterpillar. That seemed to be how adulthood worked. He’d often think on his time in Pandaria, that youthful optimism now adult cynicism.

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2020-10-16

Day 11: Wings. On occasion, Anduin would hear someone exclaim, “Isn’t he angelic!” as he rode along the streets of Stormwind atop Reverence. He’d turn bright red, confused. Had he sprouted wings? Looking in a mirror, he saw only a tired man staring back. No angel.

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2020-10-12

Day 1: Flame. His fingers danced over the flickering flame. It felt warm, like the Light. He watched as each breath he took warbled the little candle light, and it brought a smile to his lips. He appreciated how something so simple could be so beautiful.

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