Diary Entry, November Fifteenth

I feel uneasy this morning. I do not know why I feel this way, but it seems to be as if I have been abandoned by my friends and allies. Especially my own family. I have done everything for Silvermoon, everything for the Sin'dorei, but my family cannot see this. They see only a monster, only the negative impact that my magic can have. Magic is good and bad, it has a positive and negative affect on things. I wish that they could see that I mean the best for our people and our city, but they can't.

I have done many terrible things, both in the past and recently. I have slain the innocent. I have destroyed things that were good. I take these actions so that my people, my way of life can continue without falling into the abyss of time. I will not let the Sin'dorei be forgotten, or our great works fade to nothingness. If I have to become this monster that everyone percieves me to be, if I have to stand alone, defiantly holding my ground until I too fall, then so be it. I will not change my course, even if it brings me heartache and I end up alone forever. I will stand firm in my beliefs, I will defend what is right and just.

My heart will beat alone. My feet will stand in the forests of Eversong, and I will take what joy I can knowing that I am keeping these sacred places safe. When the darkness comes for me at long last, I won't look back on my path with regret, even if no one is there to hold my hand at the end.

It is time to take steps that some may consider rash, but that are necessary none-the-less. My own family has betrayed me, and this terrible wound in our bloodline must be mended. I know what I must do, even if others would brand me a monster for it. I will press on. I will also continue the violence and bloodshed that we have begun against our foes. I care little if they think me a beast at this point. I do not require their love, only their surrender. I must be what I was destined to become. I am Magistrix. I am born of magic, and through magic I will prevail.