Sins of the Mother

*Sitting in Dalaran, a young priestess writes in her journal. She is one of the priestesses dispatched by House Dayfire to tend to the blood elf Hauk Fenshire.*

It has been long since I've walked the streets of this city, or felt the breeze in my hair and on my face. It has been long since I've felt anything. The sensations are all new and exciting to me, after being gone for so long. This body, this form of mine is perfectly suitable for what I intend, and allows me to be close to those I wish to observe. Close enough in fact to make use of their resources unbeknown to them. This pleases me, as these resources were ever mine to begin with, and should be returned to me.

The apprentice that I now inhabit was quite easy to subdue. For some reason my foolish daughter had established an encampment in the plaguelands. After being forced from her body, I roamed those lands for quite some time before I discovered the tents that she had erected there. This foolish healer was wandering alone, unguarded. Her mind was weak, a pale fragile thing that was easily overcome. I have consumed her utterly, and her life force sustains me. I can even touch the Sunwell now, as this body was imbued with Light prior to my assumption of control.

Did that half-breed bitch think that she destroyed me when she drove me from my wayward daughter? Did the gnome really think I would allow him to walk away alive? They will learn their lesson the hard way. I've already threatened the gnome. Having touched my daughter's mind-link with him, I can speak to him at will if I'd like. Sad that I cannot strike out at him and simply remove his mind from his body. That will have to wait for his extremely painful death at my hands.

It is time for a change in silvermoon. It is time for those who have forgotten the past to remember the glory of the noble Houses, to remember the power of the Quel'dorei and the families that ruled for centuries. It is time for us to purge the unclean filth that my descendants call allies; the foul undead, the disgusting and barbaric orcs and tauren, and espeically the trolls, ever the enemy of our people. I cannot fathom how my daughter even allows such creatures to enter our city and live.

I will change this. I will end this foolish alliance of forces. I will put an end to the humans who destroyed my beloved city while I slumbered amongst the dead. I am Selun'athiel Dayfire. I am the power that should have been inherited by our people, if not for their own foolish failures. I will purge and cleanse our lands. I will undo the works of the weak minded, and usher in a new era of greatness for our people.

I am the true heir of House Dayfire. My pathetic excuse for a daughter will learn this soon enough. I AM scion. My will be done.

*The entry ends here, the journal tucked carefully into the priestess's robes as she rises and goes about her assigned tasks. For a fleeting moment, a malicious look of glee crosses the face of the young novice before her features smooth back to the peaceful and dutiful look she'd had. Selun'athiel walks the face of Azeroth once more.*