Two most miraculous things have happened to me today. Please pardon if this entry isn’t as well thought out as my others (as much as my often sleep addled brain and scarred, corrupted soul allow clear thought) but I simply need to get all this out.
The Light truly touched me today, embraced me, loved me for who I am. I say this not for self-aggrandizement, but it’s simply what I was told by Sir Luther. I encountered him on my way to the Cathedral for my usual prayer, we exchanged pleasantries until he started asking me about my journey for repentance. I told him that I was doing as I could, explained what I was doing, and that I had been told by a few of our order that I was on the path. He laughed a little at that, then tried to explain the different to being on the path and truly following the path. I did not understand, and so he took me to A’dal.
I have only been to A’dal twice, and I have never actually looked upon the Holy being. As… sinful as it feels to write these words, I had simply viewed the gentle and caring Naaru as a nice background (Please Light, don’t strike me down yet). But to truly look upon the being, initially at least, was too much for my dark, tainted body, and I struggled to approach the platform above which A’dal hovered.
Thank the Light that Sir Luther was there, for if I had gone alone I simply would have passed out in awe of the Light and the Naaru’s radiance. He spoke to the Naaru, explaining my situation and asked it to show me the example of when the “Light saved one of its Champions from the Plague of Undeath”. My heart had stopped (if it still beats, sometimes I’m not sure) in my chest and for a moment I thought he was jesting. But the pure Light of A’dal entered my head, showing me a beautiful scene of which I shall try to explain.
Upon the icy ground of Icecrown lay a fallen Crusader, beside a feebly burning campfire. A helmeted man approached, and the Crusader, Bridenbrad I believe, explained in a weak voice that he had succumbed to the Plague during battle and had fled to the mountains so his comrades would not suffer the same fate. The helmeted hero returned to Highlord Fordring, who commanded the hero to first seek out Keeper Remulous, then the Life Binder herself, in failed attempts to save Bridenbrad. My heart ached for the man, for I knew too feeling of my life leaving my body, the feeling of the chill of undeath slowly taking hold of me, I knew his fear, a fear not of death, but of eternal damnation and subservience to the Scourge. As a Crusader, the fear must have been tenfold, to be denied the Light he lived and would die for.
But the Light would not abandon this Crusader. Highlord Fordring commanded the Hero to hurry to A’dal, in a final effort to save the man. Bridenbrad ultimately died, but A’dal and two other Naaru appeared, their Light radiating in a land that never seems to be kissed by the Sun. And instead of rising up as a Ghoul, as would normally be his fate, Bridenbrad stayed dead on this physical plane, but his soul rose up to the Light, where he would feel eternal paradise.
Tears streamed down my face and my breath was labored as I saw the glorious triumph of the Light in the Lich King’s very realm. But I did not understand, this seemed to not apply to me. Bridenbrad was a champion who lived and died for the Light, and I was a Death Knight, an abomination in the face of the Light. But A’dal seemed to look down at me, as it also looked down at the Hero, and said these words:
“The Light does not abandon its champions.”
I fell to the floor, tears streaming down my face to fall in icy crystals on the floor (I’ve lost even the ability to cry normally). I couldn’t breath, but my body was filled with the Light it felt. I could have died then, and even if nothing happened to my blackened soul, I would have been happy. But Sir Luther was there to catch me, to hold me in the way only a great friend and mentor could. And under the glorious shine of the Light, A’dal sang to me. To ME, diary. It was a marvelous sound, and I almost collapsed again if I hadn’t been leaning against Sir Luther. I opened my heart and by soul to the Light, and now I truly know I am ON the path to redemption.
And with that, I had to leave the comfort of A’dal and Sir Luther, of Stormwind, Giyanni, and the areas frequented by the Candle. I will return to them soon, but as I told Sir Luther, I must return to the Plaguelands, to the Scarlet Enclave. I must free the men, women, and… children… yes, children… that I killed and added to the Lich King’s ranks. Those souls, like Bridenbrad, they must be return to the Light, and I am the only one who can help them, since it was by my hand and my sword by which they fell.