And so it was, our years went by. She did the usual as every child does. She played and played, then occasionally did some schoolwork. She was taught the basic educational necessities. The mothers had her focus on music. The only other instrument she tended to gravitate towards was the harp. This Queen of Instruments was so rare and so expensive that not one Elven-strung harp existed in Stormwind. Yet, one seemed to have magically appeared on the other side of the stage: opposite of the piano.

The priests and priestesses were baffled with how this eleven foot tall masterpiece arrived in the cathedral with no disturbance, sound, or trace of footprints. Except! Another strange letter which read thus: "To our little queen. May this divine gift bring ye comfort. May the world rest on your shoulders."

Matilda dared not tell Anita there was a card for her. Then, the little girl would possibly go looking for her real parents: if there were any. And would the mysterious funding immediately end if Anita was gone? This must never happen to the Holy Church of Light, the last bastion of The Light in Stormwind. This, and Matilda's stomach constantly reminded her she couldn't live without frosted-covered lemon-filled sweet-rolls.

But then something happened. Her playing music gradually made the patients more insane. No longer did it help them sleep, instead the melodies turned the war veterans into nightmares. So, the mothers and Stevan decided she must stop playing, but they never told her why. Over the years, the number of patients increased. Now some of the patients had nothing to do with the war; nor were they married to one of the veterans nor were they a close relative to them. The ill and possessed became quite simply…random.

This was too large of a threat to remain inside of stormwind, so Jaina ordered the hospital to be moved to Northshire Abbey.

Meanwhile, the cathedral in Stormwind was completely renovated to train new priests. On the same grounds, the orphanage was replaced with a splendid proving grounds, for the new priests to test their magic. The orphanage building itself was rumored to be older than the cathedral. There was no need for orphans, they were now the suns and daughters of The Light.

But, who was in charge of this new fortress of priests and priestess'? Well, it was none other than Prophet Vellen. The next day was his first class, and his first student was our little musician. The young girl he heard play: oh so long ago.