Lady Ravasha Witchhawk

Mercy and Forgiveness

Dear Diary,

Did you know you are my only true friend? After the trial in Stormwind they assigned me a court ordered therapist. I can't say her name even on your pages. She was a friend for a time... and then she was taken from this world.

I fell in love with a warrior whose hatred for demons scared and excited me. His battle cries were fearsome and his presence on the battlefield was undeniable. I helped disguise him as a wrathguard.

A teacher agreed to take on a new pupil. So yes, I had several friends and yet I still felt distance and disconnection. I requested a portal to Theramore to speak with Ms. Proudmoore about possibly negotiating with the Horde again. Because I wanted the fighting to end and for my family and friends on both sides to be happy. I wonder how Selerra is doing since I last wrote to her?

In the facility they isolated me. They claimed I was acting out, too emotional, not thinking rationally and a potential danger to herself. They used alchemists' concoctions to medicate me until I felt 'calm' enough that I could not perform magics.

I fear them even now. I fear that the guards that watch me shall take me back there. Not every part of it was terrible I suppose. I met temporary friends there too. And there were hypnosis sessions where I would regress to a teenager and chat aimlessly about things I don't remember, which my counselor informs me is helpful to understand where my addictive and emotionally volatile personality comes from.

Do you feel like I am crazy Diary? Do you feel like I'm a liar or a criminal? Peoples have called me these things like they were my name. And the truth is that I have lied and participated in deals with literal devils and succubi. One such deal involved giving up a part of my soul to Selrida so that I could detect if someone was lying to me. She occasionally laughs about how if she ever needed to she could just take control of my body and move me like a puppet.

My chats with Jaina's emissary did not work. I returned to Stormwind feeling somewhat shameful. I could never heal the divides between the 'high elves' that lived with the Alliance and the blood elves that lived with the Horde. My presence in the city was tolerated so long as I mostly stayed in my apartment or the Mages' Quarter. Occasionally I would receive missives about jobs related to my side business: Making custom perfumes.

I still think about my past. My mother is actually lying that our home life was terrible. I was with my coven or associates training the fire magics my family told me to train, learning how to calm my emotions, learning how to survive with an addiction. And when the Sunwell was restored I did not feel any differently. I still crave fel magics. Maybe that was the terrible part?

~ Ravasha Witchhawk *this entry is marked with a spray of enchanted perfume*