Twenty-second day of Aquis,
First year of The New Age,
By account of Morenth, the first of his name; Paladin of The Church of Yuelith and third Paragon of the order.
Though only a few years have passed since my first encounter with the unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, it seems a lifetime ago. During those days I suffered from shortsightedness and the temperament of youth that led to many a hot blooded decision that I would later which regret. The years and the lessons therein have nurtured a deeper understanding of my purpose and of myself. For this I only have Twilight to give thanks.
I admit to a crisis of faith where She was involved. When first I pulled Her from the void left by the Archlich and later discovered King among his ilk I must confide I possessed doubt as to Her intentions. Though I was later proven wrong of my suspicions, it remained at the forefront of my thoughts; a lingering shadow despelled only after the razing of the free village of Hollodrum, and Her contributions to securing the safety of the remaining refugees. It is true as well that by Her actions during the battle my life was spared oblivion at the hands of the unnamed daemon knight marshaling the undead invaders.
It has been speculated that my strike against the Lich King provoked the retaliation and subsequent destruction of Hollodrum. Against these speculations and the victimized families that will forever bare the pain of loss I offer no defense. My actions were my own, and for the consequences of those actions I will carry the everlasting shame to my grave, and I expect to never be forgiven for the grievous wound I have carved into their hearts.
I cannot change what has passed, but if I were to be given the chance I would gladly take it. There are many a time to which I wish I could go back and rewrite history, if not for Her sake, then for the sake of countless innocents that became involved in the cataclysm that followed. We could not know then that our blind quest to send Her home would become what it is today, and if She knew back then what is known today I have no doubt that She would have chosen not to pursue it.
It was during the fortnight of our crossing of the Grey Flats that I began to appreciate and acknowledge her presense as what it truly was, a gift. Though I did not know it at the time, she would become a constant companion through countless dangers who would give me the strength to make some of the hardest decisions of my life.
Morenth,
Paladin of Yuelith
Keepers note:
Journals in regards to the first contact with the divines are to be stored in the Black Archive in keeping with the Celestial Accords, and are for the Council's eyes only.