A Week or Two in Review

The past couple of weeks have been... eventful. I haven't had the time to write in here for quite some time now! I made contact with the spirit, whose name is Aedan. From what I could learn before I fainted from keeping the ritual to see him powered, he is a middle aged man who worked for the Scarlet Crusade as their librarian. He wished to tell me that he is keeping himself there because he doesn't want to cross over until he has done one good thing in the face of all the atrocities he has witnessed and/or committed. The Bishop is behind me on this, and wants me to help the man. Needless to say, I was rather sore after the ritual as it required much holy power to keep active.

A few days later, Sister Ruvias came by and she started to teach me the shielding spell she had promised to. Painful though it was, I managed to make a semblance of one over the target... a giant stuffed bear. I hope to continue practicing soon, though after my hand recovers from the burns.

The worst part though, happened a night ago. Kruega and I were talking and another tauren came up and started talking about strange things. He then started to get very angry, and wheeled about and called me Scourge... and then everything went downhill from there. He moved to attack me, but Kruega defended me as best he could. I was struck in the jaw, and my leg had been broken before my friend had to dispatch the addled man. It turns out, that Kruega had to kill his mentor that day. If he was taught by that tauren, then clearly he was not in his right mind when he attacked me. Kruega is too noble to have been taught otherwise.

Both he and Annjia (once I told her about it) feel awful that they could not prevent the harm that came to me. I told them both they shouldn't be mad... I felt no pain when the man struck me, and the man is unfortunately dead. Kruega told me he felt as though he had failed me, and Annjia became angry herself at not being there. I did not mean to raise their ire by getting involved...

Regardless, I pray the Light watches over that tauren. He was not in his right mind, and I forgive him for the assault. May he have the eternal rest he deserves, not the damnation his recent events would entail.

Doesn't That Hurt You?

This is the question I always hear when I tell someone that I use the Light to heal others. It's normally followed up with some comment about how strong or stupid I am, for using a power that hurts myself. I am rarely asked why I do this though. Most are content to be healed and be on their way. I don't mind this, sometimes healing can be a thankless job.

Why? Because there is a feeling, an addicting one, in knowing that an injured man or woman can return home to their family and friends to enjoy them another day and to spare those people of the loss of their loved ones. That alone is worth bearing the pains of channeling the Light. And as dark as it is to say this, I have endured suffering before. More than most people have, I imagine. And if a man has broken his leg and suffers from the pain, then I will bear his burden instead through the Light. For I personally feel that I am better equipped to endure such pains.

Unlike the Bishop and other undead that I have met who act as beacons of Light, it physically burns me. For most it feels as though it were the case. I often wonder what will happen when there comes a day when a wound is too great, or too the gashes and pains become so numerous that I might die from healing so many people. I do not know what would happen or what I would do.

Please, if someone ever reads this, do not take these passages as a martyr's plea for help, or as some sadistic self-agrad aggrandizing of my gift from the Light. I only wish for others to know why I would their health before my own.

Brief Vacation

Tonight I was visited by Annjia again. I had given her a book previously, and she has yet to return it. Both she and her 'beloved' (as she always calls him) are enjoying it. This is always good news and they can take all the time they need to finish it. During her visit, Kruega stopped by. He had been in the plaguelands training himself with his skills as a Sunwalker. He said that he was going to be attending a lesson, and wished to attune himself to An'she (the tauren sun deity, I believe) further. I bade him to take my prayer beads, in hopes that the Light would shine favorably upon him later that night.

Which was strange, because I had resolved to deal with something that would require them. There has been a spirit moving books around since I've started working in the abbey's library. I wish to commune with them, and I realized moments after promising the beads to Kruega that I would need them! I had also said this aloud before to Annjia, that I had resolved to speak with it... so I decided I would leave, in case it had heard me and would try anything.

I'm not an expert in spirits or ghosts or hauntings, so I'm hoping I made the right decision.

P.S. I got a letter from Kruega when I arrived in Orgrimmar. The beads did bring him luck!

Far Cry From Before

This past week has been absolutely wonderful! I knew that once the Bishop and those that were with him returned, things would start looking up. My friend Kruega happened by when I thought he was banned from visiting. He's a proud Sunwalker, and we discussed the Light in tandem with his deity the Earth Mother. He's a gentle, caring sort... he carries a shield with him as well. I couldn't think of anyone more suited to defend others.

Annjia has been a frequent visitor to Tyr's Hand as well. I won't go on about what we speak of (because that would be terribly rude of me!), but she is always welcome. Someone that she cares for was sick for a while, but now they're doing better. It's so nice to see her happy. She even requested a few books from the library to take home, which I readily obliged.

I returned to Orgrimmar yesterday just to see if I could find some people I knew, and to my surprise just about all of them found me instead! The feeling is indescribable... I feel so blessed to know all of them, and to know of the comfort and confidence they all give me. It's a far cry from so many months ago. A time when I would be depressed at a moment's notice. A farther cry from when I had first re-awoken. A time when I thought myself a monster, scorned by all.

But it's not good to dwell too long on such dark thoughts. My last piece of good news for the day is that I'll be training under Confessor Ruvias soon! When the town was under siege, she used a shielding spell and she promised to teach it to me. I hope it won't be too taxing on myself! I mean, if I can shield others, then I won't have to heal them because they simply won't get hit! Right?

The Return

Late last night, I was blessed to see the return of the Bishop and the rest of the Gauntlet whom he took with. I can't describe how wonderful it is to have them all back and to know that they're all safe!

There are a few who did not return. Sir Barmand, the man who kept watch over my door when I had locked myself in during the attacks, has taken a leave of absence. Miss Earthbreaker, an Earthen Ring ambassador, has decided to stay in Nagrand for a while. I do not blame her in the least, I hear it is very beautiful. And Commander Verrus has resigned. I'm sad to see him go, he is a very kind man and he is strong in the Light. Wherever he goes next, I pray he is graced by fortune and love, and I hope he can continue the good works that he had started here, elsewhere.

I really cannot go into detail about how joyous it is to have everyone else here. Perhaps now things get settle down to normal... well, normal for life in the plaguelands anyway.

Home Again

It has been an interesting day today. I received another dress from a good friend named Beau and Annjia told me that her beloved is recovering! I'll still continue to pray for the both of them, since I'm told he still has a long road to recovery.

The Sunwalker who calls himself Core accompanied me on the journey back to Tyr's Hand. He's a good-natured sort, and has a wonderful family. I've had the privilege of meeting his mate and child before. When we got to the western plaguelands it soon began to rain. It was perfect... I always love it when it rains in the area near Tyr's. It's like a rain of mercy on the tortured land. We both rode on through the rain and arrived home swiftly.

From there I gave him the standard tour, save for the chapel and the cathedral, since I cannot set foot in those places yet. He seemed at least a little impressed by what the Gauntlet has been tasked with protecting. He wanted to meet the Bishop... but of course he has not returned yet. I can still hear the rain against the stained glass windowpanes. This weather will certainly make washing the windows easier.

Relieved, with Gifts

My previous entry was made in haste. Everything's worked out in that regard, and Miss Springbolt and I have buried the hatchet on the subject. I really should be getting back to Tyr's Hand soon. Something tells me that the abbey's gotten all muddy and dusty with all that foot traffic from the group that's taken to using it as a meeting place.

Over the past week, I've received several gifts. Most of them were dresses. I always feel so strange about getting gifts nowadays... I keep thinking to myself that the money could have been better spent elsewhere. I've a few good robes that I keep well mended. I don't need them, but eventually I'm coaxed into accepting them. I suppose it's nice to have something fancy to wear in case of some event like that dinner party. Don't worry, I thanked everyone profusely!

But perhaps the best gift I've received are my friends. Each and every one I care for, and in turn they care for me. I've had several volunteer themselves to aid me whenever I would need their help, just as I would do the same for them. It's funny... how people that I was raised to fear are suddenly some of the closest friends I have. For each and every one of them I say a prayer in the morning and at night. Even in my... darker moments when I feel down, they cheer me up. There was a time when I thought I was incapable of making friends...  I'm glad that time is passed.

I am truly blessed.