There was a gown Anita had to wear. It looked like sheets were taken off a bed and placed over her. It was pure white. Even her long black hair had to be covered. The place she was going to play beloved instrument was run by holy priests dedicating their life to The Light. It was custom there for priests and nuns to dress in white with gold seams. For these colors were usually the effects a person sees when casting the holy magic.

On the grounds of the cathedral was a hospital. This hospital was strange, because it was for the strange. It was for the weird. It was for the corrupted and it was for the possessed. And during this story, it just so happened that the gates of the underworld were opened, and as a result many, many people were hearing too many voices.

Some spoke of hearing their ancestors, others heard a prophet, and most people just heard random war cries. Unlike the other wars, this one against the forces of darkest had too many people becoming possessed. Rather than fighting the war with a sword, this war was fought in the mind. More people became distraught and needed mental healing rather than a physical amputation. The demand for healing the insane was extreme. And our poor little Anita had no idea how valuable she was. Some children, never know.

She was told to play a new device called a grand-piano. This one had eighty-eight keys more than the one before it, the harpsichord only had forty-nine. But then again this is not counting the organ: the master of instruments. The piano, was a more delicate piece. Perfect for a woman's delicate hands. And beautiful it was, and beautiful is the woman who plays it. If a man discovers one, he is a fool to leave her.

This device allowed a person to play all octaves, no other device in Azeroth allowed this sort of music. If one mastered this piece, then they could easily master them all. But what was more unusual, was how excellent Anita was at dancing her fingers across the keys. She required little practice. Some god had trained her.

Her hands were large for a girl. Not knowing who her parents were, the mother nuns assumed they were very tall.

"I have been looking relentlessly for anything related to her lineage," said a man dressed in a crystal white robe with a sleek golden cloth cap covering his shiny head. He rubbed his glistening ruby staff while watching Anita look over her new piano. "IT IS SO BIG! It's white, what happened to the wooden one?" she asked. "We 'donated' it to another church. This one is louder" responded the same man. "Oh, so she is going to play in front of more people? I thought this piano was simply for service" asked Michille who looked ever more beautiful even fully covered. "No, no, she will be playing here. And the benches will be removed. I simply wanted to hear her practice." He sighed slightly noticing Anita was already placing her fingers on the sleekest surface in the entire room. Michille giggled "well it was spotless for a few minutes." The father glared at her.

Then, out of nothing Anita began to play. She lost herself in the new sounds. She stopped here and there noticing some keys sounded clearer than her previous board. Her foot reached something she had not touched before "what is this Mister Stevans?" "It is Father Stevans little one. And that is a pedal it will help...smooth the sounds together so they say. The left one muffles the sound too be quieter." She pressed the pedal and began. Both adults marveled.

"I see this was custom made. And the lion engraving is...well, how much did this masterpiece cost?" asked Michille. Father Stevans stroked his clean cut beard. "I don't know, it was given. With a letter 'in loving memory of our master craftsmen.' I have no idea who it could be." "And neither do I. We had a rich looking man show up at the orphanage wanting a large some for her to play." Stevans looked intently at Michelle. "Please tell me you said 'no'. She is too young to immediately be thrust into the industry. And we're just recovering from the war." Michille sighed then listened to a trance in the melody, "I said I will have to ask her."

Anita stopped "IT'S WONDERFUL!" She spun back around in a silver wooden chair with real gold etchings. "Are the helpless coming? I don't see them. And are they coming in here or are we gonna move the piano back to where the other one was." He had to briefly regain consciousness "The patients will be coming in here. We will be handing out papers for them to draw while they listen." Michille cut him off "WHAT! We have no idea what the patients will DRAW!" Completely off guard by her brazen reaction "please Sister, it is simply to get their minds off of the past." In defiance she crossed her arms.

Anita, smiling and rocking her feet "maybe they will...all just draw doves? I like doves." "You only like them Anita because they always come when you feed them." Michille shook her head "it takes so much time cleaning up their filth. It doesn't matter if they are cute or not I am tired of their poop!" Realizing there was no reason for her anger she looked back at Stevans "I will go prepare the food Father." She slouched away.

Once she was outside the building "Sister Michelle has been angry lately. Do you know why Father Stevans?" Not knowing how to answer because he didn't want the girl to know too much "I am not sure little one. Maybe ask her." He was about to leave until the entrance doors opened again. An extremely tall individual entered.

"The prophet what is he doing here?" He said loudly. He strengthened his throat "High Elder Velen what graces us with your presence here?" The words penetrated the hall as The Man glanced around the hallway admiring the large ribs on the ceiling. He paused in the middle "I was looking after the sick, to see their new signs of illness. All of the patients seem to be whispering…" he trailed off in thought while looking at a painting of an old priestess that had turned into the Scarlet Crusade many years ago. "Odd painting for a place like this." He said in a wispful tone. He turned his head and looked squarely at Anita and smiled.

"I saw you yesterday. Were you there the entire speech?" Anite leapt from the seat "YES! It was amazing. There are really nice flowers around the great fountain and I heard a person say 'Lady Jaina was going to be 'sworn', she didn't swear during the speech though." The Prophet chuckled "no, that is a term used to put a person as...leader of a kingdom." Her eyes became very big. "I think she will make a great queen." The tall man looked a little sorrowful then stated "she will. But what is this?" He said while looking at the masterful piano.

"It came in yesterday, it is a new piece of musical instrument called a grand-piano. It was donated for her," responded Stevan. "And what is your name my child?" asked Velen trying to crouch to make himself not look intimidating. Anita responded with her approximate age as a fraction rounded to a whole number. "I am The Prophet Velen, most people call me Prophet, but I am a servant of the Naru. Are you familiar with what they are?" She shook her head. He seemed extremely disappointed and glanced at Father Stevan.

"How often do you play little child?" Father Stevan butted in "she plays every day, the patients sleep better, when she plays." He stroked his mouth with his long fingers "and when does she play?" "Every day after dinner. Unless she is…" Father Stevan glared at her and Anita giggled "adventuring."

"I will be here. I would love to hear her play and see the responses from the patients. Best we know some remedies for the veterans from fighting the Jailure. If we know what cures the sickness, then this is the best weapon we have against Him. Farewell all." He smiled at her specifically, almost ignoring Father Stevan who was jealous.