Wednesday, 13 December //
On the day Mi'Sa found me, if someone had said to me, "Jehricka, someday, you'll be great," I would have to have pondered on it and, as I grew older, categorized it as a cliché in the back of my mind. And yet...

I don't consider myself conceded. Personally, I think that I'm far from it in all the right ways. But I'm honest... I am a Paladine; a Harbinger of The Light && Retribution, an honored ally of the Prophet Velen and all his teachings. And proudly so. I have worked from a common thief and criminal in the walls of Silvermoon to a true force to be reckoned with -- a warrior of the Horde and a superior to those who belittled me so many years ago. I abandoned my sect and turned my back on those who sought to corrupt M'uru. I was purified by O'ros. I assisted in the demise of the traitor Kael'Thas, stormed Karazhan, cleansed the Plaguelands of the wretched Scourge alongside the Argent Dawn, and have purged the Outlands of the Burning Legion under the orders of High Priestess Ishanah and the Shattered Sun Offensive. I've met death in the position of a witness and a victim, and have come back with the vengeance of a woman scorned. I have defended the Basin and the Gulch and fought gallantly within the Valley; the Eye of the Storm held no contest for me.

And now, there is more to tell.

I stand within the deepest, darkest reaches of Northrend, exorcising the Scourge and all its allies. I've spilled the blood of many a Vrykul and Darkfallen with pleasure, escorted free-willed Death Knights through Orgrimmar and stormed Utgarde by their side. I've pledged allegiance to Lady Alexstrasza and fought beside the Dark Lady Sylvanas in a battle for the Undercity. I have battled in the name of Wintergrasp Fortress and blown the threats surrounding it to pieces. I have defended and killed a person more important to me than most in one fel swoop, and have found salvation from corruption in the arms of Arc; my comrades, my family, my friends. As we venture farther and farther into the depths of the Lich King's dark necropolis of Naxxramas and push ourselves closer still towards the Wrathgate, I can't help but feel the importance of my being beginning to escalate.


Thursday, 14 December //
Perhaps it's all for nothing, but maybe it's all for something. To strive for excellence was never my life goal, but slowly it's become a pattern in the people I know, and even those I don't. I never wanted to be a part of some silly fad where people fight and people die and are burned at a pyre or reborn as a servant of a spoiled brat tucked away in an all-but-impenetrable citadel. With a chance higher than half, being slain without a name to your corpse is not pleasing to me. I need to make myself known. I realize this is no longer an option.

My mother a famous, late Magistrix and my father a late assassin. I am sorry to say that I took neither path, nor a path that my adoptive family would have chosen. If this is failure, then I am proud to be one. Winning is overrated and my job as a Light-Bringer is not done yet. And perhaps I am not a true member of the Horde. The Light is for Alliance. I am a High Elf. No. A Blood Elf, a Sin'dorei. I am 82 years into life with a serious identity crisis. Am I doomed to be forever "For the Alliance"?


Friday, 15 December //
When I think, I think hard. That is to say, I became deeply worried about my standing within this war. There's the Scourge, there's the Horde and there's the Alliance. I was once dead, and thought I may fall under the category of savage husk, but it's an irrational statement, for my resurrection had nothing to do with Arthas. I am not a member of the Alliance; my trust was shattered before I had even learned to value the concept.

I am, always and forever, a High Elf by heritage, a Troll by nature, a Paladin by choice and a soldier by birth-right. I am "For the Horde". Lok'tar Ogar! Blood and Thunder, my brothers and sisters! I'm a horned and tusked, green-skinned corpse of Fel Magick. I serve the Light and my faction with pride. I am war-torn and radiant; a Peacekeeper and an Oathbreaker. I am a leader and a follower. I am so much more than anyone could have thought - a far cry away from the young girl running care-free through the jungles of Stranglethorn and the Barrens of Durotar.

And yet, I have not lost track of reality. I am not immortal, nor do I intend to search for a way to become immortal. I will die as my parents did, and as Mi'Sa and Jek'Kal did. I intend to be no exception to the laws of the world. But I hope that I make a difference. I pray that when my time has come, it will be a stark contrast to how my life has been until this point and not in battle. Though this is the life of a soldier, I suppose... But I've come so far... And I've just done so much, that I can't possibly be forgotten... Right?

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Harbinger of the Light, General Jehricka Mel'Romen {Ambassador of the Horde}

Aka'Magosh, Brothers and Sisters of the Horde.

"May the Warsong never fade..."