I have taken the steps
necessary to correct something terrible that I have done. Even as I
write in this journal, I can feel a power within myself that I've never
experienced before. It is a rapture, a bliss that is not comparable to
any experience I have had before this. I owe this feeling, and my
success, to A'dal and his teachings. How I could have moved forward
without him I do not know. I am at peace now within myself.
It began when I came to realize that I had a physical example of the type of power that I've wielded which has done me so much harm. I refer to my undead steed. Although powerful, I had created it using foul necromancy, and also had slain a two living beings in its creation. Surely then this was a prime instance where I could change my ways, or at least put the creature to rest. I decided to speak to A'dal about it, and approached him immediately.
He asked me to bring forth the creature, which I did with some obvious hesitation. I did not want to offend all those gathered to see this beautiful creature with the foulness that I had created, but it is best to display ones faults openly, so that they can be corrected and improved upon. That is at least what A'dal's teachings have shown me. I spoke the words in the Language of Death, and the steed appeared.
There were a few shocked gasps as the creature appeared, but A'dal did not seem put off by it at all. Instead, I heard his song within my mind. He told me that the horse had a spirit, and that it suffered and lingered on in undeath due to the magic I had used. I came to feel its pain, and realize the agony I had put it through. Again I was shamed, but I also saw a glimmer of hope; I could undo what I had wrought.
A'dal showed me the path. He taught me to use my arcane magic, the core of the power within me, to feed the spirit of the horse, and free it from the bounds of undeath that I had constrained it in. I felt my magic flowing away, my strength draining. I thought it would kill me, but I believed it to be a just punishment for the many things I'd done with such vile powers. Then and there I intended to make things right, even if it meant I had to pay the ultimate price.
A'dal sensed my commitment to undoing my evil work, and lent his strength to me. I could feel it filling me, as if I had touched the sun itself and held it against my chest. My spirit soared, and power flowed through me, burning hot and bright. I can feel it even now, in the core of my being. My Thirst still exists, but it is lessened now, and the peace I feel is something that has never been mine before. Not since before my parents died.
The steed itself changed. I felt its spirit as it finally went to its rest. It is at peace now, and what remains is a beautiful remnant of my arcane magic, the core that fuels my spells, mixed with A'dal's Light. It is beautiful to behold, and responds much like an Arcane Guardian would. I shall ride this steed now, and no longer be troubled with the deeds I have done previously. They are redeemed now, as am I.
I sit in Shattrath now and contemplate what I saw. I feel A'dal's Light within me even now. It empowers me, and my magic responds to the holy fire of his touch. I will not walk away from this experience unchanged, but I do not care either because change is something I desperately needed.
I only hope that the rest of the things I've done can be put to rights with the same ease. I fear that they cannot.
It began when I came to realize that I had a physical example of the type of power that I've wielded which has done me so much harm. I refer to my undead steed. Although powerful, I had created it using foul necromancy, and also had slain a two living beings in its creation. Surely then this was a prime instance where I could change my ways, or at least put the creature to rest. I decided to speak to A'dal about it, and approached him immediately.
He asked me to bring forth the creature, which I did with some obvious hesitation. I did not want to offend all those gathered to see this beautiful creature with the foulness that I had created, but it is best to display ones faults openly, so that they can be corrected and improved upon. That is at least what A'dal's teachings have shown me. I spoke the words in the Language of Death, and the steed appeared.
There were a few shocked gasps as the creature appeared, but A'dal did not seem put off by it at all. Instead, I heard his song within my mind. He told me that the horse had a spirit, and that it suffered and lingered on in undeath due to the magic I had used. I came to feel its pain, and realize the agony I had put it through. Again I was shamed, but I also saw a glimmer of hope; I could undo what I had wrought.
A'dal showed me the path. He taught me to use my arcane magic, the core of the power within me, to feed the spirit of the horse, and free it from the bounds of undeath that I had constrained it in. I felt my magic flowing away, my strength draining. I thought it would kill me, but I believed it to be a just punishment for the many things I'd done with such vile powers. Then and there I intended to make things right, even if it meant I had to pay the ultimate price.
A'dal sensed my commitment to undoing my evil work, and lent his strength to me. I could feel it filling me, as if I had touched the sun itself and held it against my chest. My spirit soared, and power flowed through me, burning hot and bright. I can feel it even now, in the core of my being. My Thirst still exists, but it is lessened now, and the peace I feel is something that has never been mine before. Not since before my parents died.
The steed itself changed. I felt its spirit as it finally went to its rest. It is at peace now, and what remains is a beautiful remnant of my arcane magic, the core that fuels my spells, mixed with A'dal's Light. It is beautiful to behold, and responds much like an Arcane Guardian would. I shall ride this steed now, and no longer be troubled with the deeds I have done previously. They are redeemed now, as am I.
I sit in Shattrath now and contemplate what I saw. I feel A'dal's Light within me even now. It empowers me, and my magic responds to the holy fire of his touch. I will not walk away from this experience unchanged, but I do not care either because change is something I desperately needed.
I only hope that the rest of the things I've done can be put to rights with the same ease. I fear that they cannot.
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