I suppose at some point I might wish to pen my past. Why do I do that, though? Is it through a need for someone to know or simply so I can remember it better? Ah well...I may as well start...

I was born to a simple family in a simple home in Ashenvale. There wasn't anything particularly special about it. I had an older brother, Treganyn. A number of years later I also had a younger sister, Iiavasi. Now, if anyone is reading this, their eyebrows have likely shot up in surprise. Yes, it's the same Treganyn. Yes, I know it was wrong. Feel free to put down my memoirs and walk away, it's not like my feelings will be hurt. I will explain things later.

When I was a baby, I became very very sick. The priests and doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with me. I cried all night, up with a harsh cough and a high fever. My parents, in a fit of grief and torment, decided that it was perhaps better to put an end to my suffering. I can't fault them for that. To them there was nothing that could end my suffering and their faith was lacking. It often was. They took me to the moonwell closest to our home and held me under the water until my cries stopped. How could they have known that I was a gift to them? They had prayed for a number of years for a baby girl after Treganyn was born and one day I appeared to them. They told me that Elune appeared to my parents then, and drew me from the water.

As I was drawn up into the arms of the Goddess all the color seemed to drain from my hair and eyes. In fact, even my skin seemed to be lighter. They say that Elune was quite angry with them and chided them loudly for what they had done. It was in that instant that elune became my true Do'rah. My real mother. She breathed life back into my body and I didn't cry. I simply blinked my eyes and stared back up at her. They said I would do great things. That I had a purpose I would know when the time was right. I'm never sure if I managed that purpose or not. I do know my parents always acted strangely around me after that. It was as if they expected me to strike them down, or perhaps explode with magical energy. Our relationship was always tense.

Not much noteworthy happened after that. My sister was born and I was immensely jealous, but we got along well. The three of us,Treg, Iia and myself, we seemed to form a tight and close knit group. We excluded most other kids, preferring to stick to ourselves. though that wasn't entirely by choice. It was quite a way to our nearest neighbor as my parents enjoyed their solitude. Mother always seemed worried about visitors, I never knew what she was hiding. I suppose I'll never know. As we entered our 'teenage' years, Treganyn and I grew closer. We talked in many a hushed whisper and we wandered alone for walks into the woods. Believe it or not, dear reader, but our intentions and actions were always pure. We behaved ourselves, though we never quite understood why.

When my father died there was little we could do to console our mother. He had been out gathering and the raiders had captured him. There wasn't anything to even bury. She was so heartbroken that she simply didn't have the will to continue on. She knew we were strong enough to survive without her and I suppose without that obligation she didn't want to hang onto life. She withered away slowly, not eating and not drinking. She simply sat in her chair by the fire and stared. She never stopped crying. Once we had buried her I found myself drawing nearer and nearer to Treganyn.

I know now that this was not the wisest of choices. We were barely into adulthood and we had just lost our parents. It wasn't that we didn'tlove each other in such a way, it was the fact that in taking such comfort in each other , we both forgot about the comfort our little sister must have needed. She disappeared for about a week after mother's death and we didn't think to run after her. She was prone to fits of solitude. And well...Treg and I were in love. We gave into that love, taking the steps we had been so hesitant to before. Iiavasi returned and we told her of our plans. Of our imminent wedding.

She was surprised, and a little angry. At the time I had figured jealously, but Treg told me it was likely because we had just lost our parents and Iia didn't think it appropriate to be moving on so quickly. Regardless, we were in fact married. Iia was my maid of honor and our witness, along with our Priestess and one of the acolytes at the Temple. It wasn't a spectacular wedding by any means but it didn't need to be. I had the man I loved and he had me. What more did one need?

It was magnificent. We lived in what seemed like a wonderful dream for many months. That is, until Treganyn fell ill. Many of you perhaps know this part already. No one knew what was wrong with him or why he had fallen ill so quickly. I could find no answers, and many people believed it was because of our 'sinful lifestyle'. With no help I picked up alchemy and began trying to find something to fight off this strange new disease. Very slowly a black sludge was filling his lungs and from time to time he would cough much of it up. It took years,all the while I studied, I tested and I stood by his bedside. Iia took up the mantle of his caregiver when I would hunt for herbs and fashion new potions to try.

I did not know of her duplicity then. I don't know if she was poisoning him, and I pray in my heart that she wasn't. But the next events made it hard to ignore the hurtful doubts in my mind. Just as I had managed to find the herbs I needed, just as I had finally discovered what I could use to fight off this invasion of my husband's body, he died. Iia was upset and tried to keep me at the door, but I was never one to listen. I didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be, he just couldn't be dead. Yet there he was, lifeless eyes staring up at the canopy above the bed.

This was my first step from Do'rah.

His burial went cleanly. At first. I said my peace, part in anger at broken promises, part in anguished grief from the loss of the man I believed to be my soul mate.Iia said little and chose instead to rush me into the house. As I pulled away to argue with her about it, I realized the reason for her rush. An undead warlock had appeared atTreganyn's grave. And he was casting a spell. Lacking any sort of weapon I grabbed a large tree branch from the ground and rushed at the man, but that of course didn't work. The world faded away for a moment and I had trouble breathing. When the world returned I was quite a few feet away, on the ground.

As my head was clearing I could hear Iiavasi talking with the Warlock. She was making a deal. She had traded my husband, her brother, for our parents. The warlock had promised that in exchange forTreg's soul he would return our mother and father to Iia . As the man I loved clawed his way free of his grave he glanced at me. He had no memory of me, he didn't know who I was. As the two of them disappeared into a dark portal, I turned on my sister. I remember the look of shock on her face as my fist connected with her cheek. I walked away, determined to find a way to bring my husband back to me. I still remember saying, 'I have no sister.' Those words were, I think, uncalled for. Given the situation I suppose many could not fault me, but I do.

I traveled a great many distances, to a great many places. Perhaps this is the part where the reader wishes to hear I stayed faithful to my dead husband, too focused on his potential rescue to think about my own needs. I am afraid I shall be letting you down. I was a young adult, I was on my own and I was curious. None of them are worth mentioning terribly much. That is to say that they were special in their own way, but there wasn't much I would be willing to share, except to my own thoughts. Suffice to say that I had my fair share of men, and my fair share of races. Except the undead, that was just a bit too creepy for my liking.

The only one worth any mention was a Tauren man. To be honest, I had thought he was going to kill me at first, but that was before I had gotten a good look at him. He was badly wounded, and likely about to die without medical attention. I have always had a spot in my heart for those in need and so I cautiously approached him. We didn't speak the same language and it was clear he was confused on my intentions as he tried to raise his sword to me. I held out bandages and poultices to him and he seemed to know what they were for. It took me quite a while to stop the bleeding and get him bandaged up with any hope of survival. I cleaned myself and made a fire for him to warm by, but as I stood to leave he grabbed my arm. I remember thinking to myself how strange it was that such a big and almost brutal seeming man could have such a soft touch. He grunted and pointed to his pack that lay nearby. I brought it to him and he bug out a bit of rations, gesturing for me to sit and eat with him.

Though we couldn't speak, he taught me much about his people. I could see the reverence for the planet in his movement and in his gaze. I am not entirely certain how the next events transpired, but we ended up curled together and I spent the entire night with him. Yes, reader, we did in fact lie together. This is not quite the notable part.We parted ways that morning and I never expected to see him again. I did however. I came upon a horde town and what I saw had shocked me, and perhaps is the reason I set myself on the path I now travel. TheTauren that had loved me, that I had bandaged, now hung from the tall wooden stakes that made up the walls of the city. He looked to have been dead for a few days, hung from the neck and stabbed repeatedly. I can remember being very, very ill in the grass but it was many moments before I noticed I was crying. I managed to find out from a passing Goblin that he had died because of me. Because of the kindness he had shown to me and the night we had shared.

This was my second step from Do'rah.

After that I met the family, the guild that called themselves Tel'Dae Vakhar and they took me under their wing. I shared their vision of a united Azeroth. Peace between all races and tolerance. I learned of the importance of balance, the balance of all things, of light and darkness. I think now that this was the first step toward letting go of my husband. I spoke with the Guild Master and told him of my story and my quest. As I spoke I began to cry, it still hurt to think of all that had happened. He held up to me a Star Ruby and as I was crying he had captured one of my tears within the jewel itself. It was given to me with the rather cryptic message that I would know what to do with it when the time came. Mother was always so cryptic.

During my time with Tel'Dae we had captured the attention of Treganyn. It seemed that he had gathered back his memories of his past and wanted to 'speak' with me. He sent a regiment of undead out into Ashenvale after me and managed to capture myself and a friend of mine, Shialuna. He took us all the way to Grom'Gul and it seemed harmless enough for a kidnapping. At first. As the conversation progressed it turned out that Treganyn wasn't interested in being cured, and as a matter of fact, he was actually preparing to turn me. To make me like he was. That's when my intense hatred of the undead began. I wanted them all to die, to be wiped off the face of the planet.

Our guild master had brought all of our guild to rescue us. I wish I could say I felt bad about a man I looked up to fighting my husband but I didn't. I was outraged. Angy with Treganyn and angry with myself.As we were drug away I fought to get back toTreg , screaming at him the whole time. He swore to me that I would come around, that one way or another I would die and then I would be his. My response was simply that if I could not, or if he would not be cured then I vowed to do away with him myself. I would kill him with my own hands. And over the next year or so we both tried to hold true to our vows.

I met a new man then. A mysterious night elf named Roweadowyn. He was funny, always tripping over his ears, and he made me feel as if the world wasn't as bad as it seemed. I felt like I could do anything so long as he was there by my side. After an awkward and shy courtship we married. It was a lovely wedding down at Wavestrider beach in Tanaris, and there were many people gathered. My Guild Master walked me down the aisle and even a troll came to see. It was a lovely ceremony. I just wishthe marriage had been so lovely. Rowe didn't remember his past. Any of it. And that had always been a hard thing for him to recover from. So I stood and let him go on his quest to find himself. Even as I carried his child.

I told him about my pregnancy, but I urged him not to cut his trip short. It was important to him and I was willing to wait if that meant his happiness. The pregnancy was not easy by any means. I was always in the company of a priest of some sort, and I kept my face covered to hide the pain. Sometimes I would bleed for no reason, and sometimes I would black out. There were a few visits from Rowe as the baby grew, but they were few and far between. I met Elissa during his absence, and no doubt you know her importance. He showed for the birth of his son, which was good. I almost died. Something tore during birth and had it not been for Elissa's quick action I would not be here to write this story now. He was named Adanmel, and he was quite a beautiful baby. Yet, as expected, his father left once more.

Six months passed without a word from Rowe. I cared for my son to the best of my abilities but if I had not had the care of Elissa and those of Tel'Dae I don't think I would have had the courage to continue. Two loves were gone from me. One taken in illness, one abandoned myself and his son. I met a man named Aleros, a man with a silken tongue. It was a mistake, but I enjoyed the mistake. Though I regret what I did then, quite a bit, it gave me the courage to let Roweadowyn go. To mail him the wedding ring and a letter. The letter wasn't my preffered choice, but it wasn't like I had a lot of options.

My night with Aleros did open my eyes to the world around me. The suffering that was still going on, the loneliness of my dearest friend. Elissa was suffering her own heartbreak, while not entirely abandoned, her lover had in fact been avoiding her. She threw herself into drinking and no one else seemed to care. As I argued with her for weeks to get her to stop something strange happened. For the first time ever, I felt for a woman what I had thought I would only feel for a man. That same love I had given to my ex-husbands I now wanted to give to her, but I was afraid.

Time passed and it wasn't until the Circle was trying to enter An Quiraji that trouble happened once more. C'thun, one of the Old Gods, was using silithid poison to infest the minds of people all over Azeroth. As he did we developed an army for him. Through my actions under his control I was given the title of General. General Flamecoil. During my command I killed many, often in cold blood. C'thun preyed on my hatred of the Undead and my need to keep my son safe. I am not proud of my actions, but it was my body that paid the price.

C'thun had asked what my heart's desire was. What my one selfish wish was. That wish was to control my own flight of dragons. He promised that to me. Little did I know that what I had wished for wasn't exactly what I was going to get. Scales appeared on my body, my hands changed and my fingers developed razor sharp talons. I took towearing special gloves, the tips lined with steel, to keep from harming my son. Yes so powerful was the poison that I didn't mind the changes to me. I didn't even notice the subtle changes in myson's attitude . It wasn't until the Order of the White Tower stepped in that I was able to summon the strength to tear myself free. The took my son. As cruel as it sounds it was that act that made my hazed mind realize that no one could ever keep my son safe from everything, and C'thun's promise was a lie. I managed to tear myself free, though the Order kept a close watch on me until the cure was found. However, the claws and scales seemed permanent. I lost my sight in a battle with the rest of the infected, but the battle was won and many were saved.

Elissa was by my side, even still. I wavered in my mind, trying to decide what to do. I was a freak, but it was my burden to bear for what I had done. Constantly I hear the screams of those I had killed, those I had tortured, and I shove them to the back of my mind, but they are always there. I cannot make them go away, nor do I think I should. It wouldn't seem right to simply brush them aside as such. As I fought with my inner demons Elissa's faith in me never wavered. She cared for my son with me and we fell in love. We didn't marry then, mostly due to my skittishness, but little much changed after that. That is, until the Portal opened.

We both stood at the Portal, side by side. We knew what had to be done. Our order had been preparing for such a happening for some time. I had spent all of my life following the path of healing as a druid, and Elissa the path of a vengeful paladin. She rushed into combat and I hung behind in the medical tents, tending to the flood of wounded coming in. It wasa horrible sight. One I almost wish I could forget. Elissa received a grievous wound and almost didn't make it. I spent hour reattaching muscle and nerves, trying to get her arm to reattach so that it would still function. I actually managed it, I was surprised even in myself. Most others weren't recovering well. I learned then that demon weapons leave wounds that are reluctant to heal, and in fact, cannot be healed by magic. Many perished then, but once again, the battle seemed to have been won. The world is full of bittersweet victories.

Time passed slowly, or so it seemed. One night as I slept with Adan in the bed next to me, we were attacked. It was Treganyn and his henchmen once more. They were stronger this time, they seemed to know what I was going to do before I did and I remember little of the combat except for myself lying in a pool of blood and unable to move. It wasn't me he was after this time. It was Adan. He had taken my son. I am still unsure to this day why he did what he did. Adan was placed into a sort of stasis. Inside of the stasis time moved at a vastly accelerated pace. In a few months for the rest of the world, over five hundred years had passed for my baby boy. He was brought up believing that no one loved him, that in fact, his family wasbetter off without him. He was led to trust only Treganyn. I do not know why.

He was released once he was fully grown and his first action was to seek us out. He was cold, distant and yet angry. He accused me of adandoning him, leaving him to live on his own because he was a burden. I wish I could remember what I said to him, but I only remember holding him in my arms and crying for quite some time. There were many discussions with him afterward, and I am glad to report that it worked out for the better. Adan now lives a happy and fruitful life, even if I do disapprove of his choice in partner. He is a good son.

Arcaene had visited me once afterward. He was the Guild Master of Tel'Dae, and I called him brother. We spoke for some time and he informed me of a great many things. He feared for his own death and he wanted to say good bye. I was at the time, pregnant once more, with children from Elissa. Ah, there is a bit of confusion no doubt. Magic can be used for a great many things, and if you know where to look and who to ask, you can get items enchanted to do just about anything. Back to the point, Arcaene helped me into the bath and we talked for a while. After a bit we fell quiet and he turned to his lute. I gestured for him to bring me my flute from its shelf and we spent an unknown amount of time playing together. I asked him what his home had been like, if he could show me Eldre'Thalas. He agreed, reaching over to me and placing a hand on my head. He had allowed me access into his mind to see and live in Eldre'Thalas as he had. To see its beauty and grace first hand. I wept then, for the gravity of just what we had lost had hit me with the weight of the world. As I wept he began to play once more and with trembling hands I picked up my flute and joined in. A lamenting song for the people and places we had lost for foolishness.It is my fondest memory of him.

My second pregnancy was not without its complications. I couldn't be in elven form for the majority of the pregnancy. So instead, I spent my time as a feline. For the most part it was uneventful. I gave birth to two kittens, all of us quite healthy, named Alissa and Aeardin. Yes, I said kittens. They were both druids, but preferred to spend all of their time as a cat. They ran, played and even aged as cats might. Though they have the ability to shift, they do not have the desire to. Even as the time passed and the years went on, they were rarely seen as elven. They were always by my side, one hiding in theshadows, the other right by my side. Even now Alissa is always there with me.

In my musings I wandered the cities, often just walking with my children by my side. My home had become a place for all to feel welcome and safe over the years. Food was always there at any time for whomever might want it, tea for the soul and a shoulder to cry on. People I had never met before were asking for a moment of my time. To be honest I didn't mind at all. It was nice to help and it was nice to share my food with the world. There was one girl, a sweet young rogue by the name of Ilanna. She tried as hard as she could to keep people at a distance but try as she might she always ended up back home. I ended up adopting her into my family, she didn't seem to mind and in fact seemed overjoyed. Despite the fact that she was much older than me.

Much happened to poor Ilanna, and there was little I could do to help, but I'm never one to sit and wait. There was much that happened to her, but that would be a tale for her memoirs, not mine. Eventually she left our family, her reasons her own. I spoke with her at length about it and she was dead set on it. She believed it to be the best thing for her, and so I let her go. Our home is always open to her.

Once, while in the Exodar, I met a young Draenai who's name I cannot remember. She was crying and in obvious distress so I sat next to her and we talked. She asked at one point to see my hands and I obliged but I was worried that she might run in fear. I was surprised when she didn't. As it turned out, she believed she could heal me if the Naaru would allow it. I gave her permission to try and she began to chant.

There was a warm light, and a feeling of safety I had not felt in a long time. It reminded me of Do'rah. As the magic began to work I realized I had not been to the temple in years. I had not said a single prayer in a long time. I watched my hands turn from claws back into fingers, I saw the scalesreceding from my skin. I realized then that I had been blaming Elune for all that had happened. My husband's abandonment of his family, my brother's disappearance into the Dream, my own altered condition and the kidnapping of my son. Vaguely I remember thanking the young woman before staggering off. I had to think, the whole world seemed to be spinning.

I think that at that time, I wasn't ready to let go of my anger, but by acknowledging it I gave it power. I became more outspoken against my Mother, I questioned her actions openly and often. The Star Ruby lie in my bank, gathering dust. I had begun to forget about it and in fact treated it as a painful relic from my past. I didn't even mention it to anyone. How could I? I had failed in my mission. Treganyn would die for what he had done and I would be the one to do it.

I received a letter from him, but it wasn't like his previous correspondence. He sounded like he had when we fell in love and he wanted to speak to me, alone. I realize that this was a foolish thing to do, but I snuck out that night to meet him in a secluded part of the Ashenvale forest. We spoke for quite some time about both of our actions, about our desires, and he confided in me that there were two conflicting mindsets within him. The one that simply wanted me to be happy and prosperous, and another that wanted nothing more than to destroy me in any way it could manage. He explained that he could no longer control himself, and even now he was spending all of his energy trying to keep it in check. He begged for me to kill him. I had prepared for years to do just that but I hesitated.

He was so much like he was before his death it took all the strength I could muster to do what he asked of me. I cried, for such a long time that I remember Elissa came to look for me. I hadthought then that the trouble was over. Treganyn would never bother us again, and we would no longer have to worry about him. How naive. As time passed Lune'Mer, a dear friend of mine and the Matriarch of Tel'Dae, fell in combat against her fiancee. Though they both died that day, it was a blow from which Tel'Dae would never recover.

What few of us were left took solice in eachother, supporting eachother through the harsh blow. It wasn't long after that I recieved the hardest blow to my heart. Elissa was murdered. Stabbed through the heart by someone unknown and unable to be saved. As I buried yet another person I loved so very much part of me was buried with her. I withdrew from the world around me and turned away from my healing nature. I picked up a bow as my father had taught me and I walked the path of a Huntress. I took jobs as an assassin, a bounty hunter, with Alissa by my side in all my endeavors.

Explaining the next part will likely lead to some confusion, but I will try. I threw myself into my work so completely that I didn't care if I lived or died. Eventually the choice was made for me. I floated about in the Nether, so deadened to things that I neither felt nor cared about the things that happened to my spirit. I cannot tell you how long I was there, time is not quite the same there as it is here. I remember feeling a warm light once more, a familiar sense ofsafety and love. It wasn't Do'rah, it was Elissa. She wasn't dead after all. Hope blossomed in my heart and it was painful. I drew on the power of that warmth, I drew on everything I had within me andbegan to claw my way back to the world of the living. I'll spare you the details of that, they were quite gruesome, but I managed to make it out with minimal loss to my self. Even with as hard as it was it still seemed easier than it should have been. I lost my eye in the process, but it was nothing compared to what I could have lost.

Elissa and I danced around eachother for quite some time. We were neither sure what to think about the other and there was only one way to set all our fears aside. Using a bit of forbidden magic, we linked our minds to eachother, it was something we had done years before and it was the fastest and most trustworthy way to understand eachother. It's not something I would reccommend unless you trusted them completely. What we found then put all of our fears to rest. Elissa as it turned out, had joined a group known as "Hand of the Faith". Since I could not stand being apart from Elissa much longer and I asked to be allowed to join The Hand. It was a kind enough place, but no one knew me. It was a bit unsettling of a change but I didn't mind it terribly much. I couldn't help my motherly ways though, and was soon lecturing others who were a bit too reckless in their adventures.

I traveled often with a Death Knight named Salakayin, as odd as that may seem. My intense hatred and rage toward all undead seemed not to extend to him. In fact, as time wore on and things became difficult, I confided in him. Something I did with no one. It was a friendship I would need in the next few days. Something had come with me out of the Nether. Or rather, I should say someone. It seemed that Treganyn was not in fact as dead as we thought. He had floated around the Nether with me, and during my escape he clung to me, helped us both to leave that horrible place behind. Yet he was angry, very angry. He felt abandoned and he had spent so long in the Nether, constantly tormented by what was there that he had been consumed by the hatred he had carried before.

Many of you likely know the events that transpired. Treganyn grew in strength and was able to possess me. As he grew he became more and more creative. He hopped from body to body, possessing Iia, Sal and even Elissa. He led on quite a chase and I paced back and forth trying to figure out what we could do to stop him. None of us could talk toeach other about Treganyn or where he was headed, there was some sort of mental block. We were literally unable to. Salakayin proved my closest and dearest friend during those times, often I found myself crying on him in moments of weakness. He would be one of the few people to see me actually cry as such. I regret this to a degree, as the impression it gave to others and even to Sal was not what I had wished to portray. I was engaged, and I had no intentions of that kind of a relationship with Sal. It was an unfortunate thing that was realized too late.

Elissa, ever a self-sacrificing idiot, had traveled as deep into the Tanaris desert as she could. It took all of my skills as a hunter and the mental link we shared to find her. Before we headed into the desert after her I had Sal retried the almost completely forgotten Star Ruby from my bank. I waited outside Gadgetstan as he fetched it for me. I wasn't comfortable in that place. It was where I spent much of my time waiting for Rowe to return and the memories it brought back were still raw and painful. We wandered into the desert after her, and I knew what the ruby was intended for. I remember finding Elissa in the sand and speaking at length with Treganyn. I told him that Ihad forgiven him, but this would have to be done. I shattered the ruby, and from there I have no memory of the events that transpired. My next memory was of waking up in the Gadgetstan inn. It wasn't a place I was keen to be at, but that is where I was.

It was then that I decided I was tired of waiting. I had put off marrying Elissa for so long, for reasons even I don't know, and I couldn't take it any longer. We married within the next few days. A rushedceremony with a few friends and even a few people we didn't know directly. I didn't care, I just wanted to be her wife. I wanted to be Ithildin Leonheart. And I am. I always will be. Elissa has brought me more joy than I thought possible, even when she manages to mess up from time to time. Dear Reader, we are soon reaching the current time of my life.

There is a boy I care for, and have tried my best to look over. His name if Fearinal and he means well, but he is quite accident prone. He frightened many of us when he was trampled nearly to death by a Devilsaur in Un'Goro. Thankfully we managed to track him down without much trouble and brought him to the Cathedral, but he was quite obstinate. He fought me at every turn I tried to care for him, and I regret rising in anger to his actions. Much happened but it is not necessary to mention what it was. Suffice to say I had thought Fearin had come to trust me as a healer and caregiver, that is to say, until the most recent event.

Fearin had been kidnapped and he had managed to sneak letters to many of us. It wasn't hard to figure out where he was if members of the hand talked toeach other about their letters. Once we knew for certain where he was Silveria, myself and Salakayin all rushed to Eldre'Thalas. Somewhere I never wanted to be again. We did manage to find him, and we escaped rather uneventfully, but the worst trouble was soon to come. Elanstowyn, a priestess of whom I still cannot make my mind up about, was the only one there we could trust to heal him. Fearin still wore a collar from the man who had captured him and Sal insisted that he try and cut it off. The very act nearly killed them both. Perhaps I was a bit cold in worrying more for Fearin, but I knew just how tough Sal was, and how tough Fearin was not. I fed the poor man a healing potion and Elan placed a burn salve around the charred flesh where the collar had been.

An argument ensued on if we should move him or not, and Elan had tried to take him right out from under me. I promise you, had she tried, I would have filled her full of arrows in an instant. I do not trust her onebit when it comes to the welfare of others, simply for the fact that her bitterness and anger seem to have consumed her. I could not trust that she mightperceive some slight to her and dump Fearin right into the ocean. As we talked, Fearin begged for a knife. I knew better than to give him one, but as he continued to beg, I thought perhaps he would want one for protection. I was prepared for what happened next though. Fearin attempted to take his own life. I tore the knife from him and tried to explain that I knew how he felt, but I couldn't. I didn't want toreveal such a  thing to Elan or even Sal. Perhaps I shall tell him at another time. This is something I have not even written about here...something I haven't the strength to write about just yet. I mayamend this later to add it in, but I will say simply that it ties into my hatred of the undead.

And that is where we come to a meeting place, reader. For now I am sitting in the moonwell at the Temple of the Moon, watching over Fearin as he soaks up the healing energies and rests from his ordeal. As much as I would love to rest right now, I simply cannot. There are people who need me right now, I can rest once they are safe and well once more. I will update this as things happen, but I do not know when that will be. All I ask is that, perhaps, you do not judge me too harshly. I have summed up my good and bad choices in this, trying to keep an objective view of it all. It is very likely that some of you may hate me for my past and I am prepared for that. I will go now, it is time for my prayers.

Asha'falah, Friends.