Warcraft Dimensional Brigade

Don't stand at my grave and cry for me I wasn't there I didn't sleep I am thousands of howling winds flying over the snowy Northrend I am the soft and delicate rain falling on the golden rice fields of the western wilderness I am the quiet morning that permeates the lush green valley of thorns I am the mighty and majestic drum stepping across the infinite grassland Nagrand I am the warm and shining star that illuminates the peaceful sleep of Darnassus I am a singing bird and I am present in all beauty Don't stand at my grave and cry for me I'm not there I never left This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.