There is something strange about this naaru that I've been communicating with. It keeps asking me if "I am prepared" is almost like some kind of bad Illidan pun, but I think there might be something more than a coincidence. The Light that I hold so dear is beginning to make me question its methods.

So, a fun fact about me that not a lot of people know: I never learned how to focus holy energy from any of those fancy Blood Knights or paladins. Nope, I'm completely self-taught. Well, okay, my aunt Telavani Lovewood did help me out a bit. But she's not your typical aunt - she was found off the coast of Eversong Woods and had to reteach herself how to use the Light. Oh, and she didn't even recognize me when we first met. It's like one of those Lifetime magazines, except with more healing spells and less drama (well, maybe a little drama). And honestly, I can't even tell if her memories are real or just a figment of her imagination. My dad used to say people thought she was crazy, which makes sense because... well, have you ever met someone who couldn't remember their own name? Yeah, it's kinda weird. But hey, at least she's nice and normal-ish now. Except for the whole amnesia thing. That part is still pretty strange."

But then as we were doing tasks in Outland she would just start laughing and I'd ask her what was so funny and she would say, "Nothing, just thinking." But it got so much worse from there. She would laugh uncontrollably, she would break into song from time to time, and she would dance, but not in the way you would think.

It was more fluid, more sensual, and you would think she would have been practicing for years with this sort of style of dance and she always had a smile when she danced.

I would see her with one of my broadswords when she thought I wasn't watching and I thought it must have been some kind of priest martial arts movement, but it got particularly hallucinatory when she put my sword on her head and she was still able to move around her arms, body, and hips.

She changed her outfit dramatically to emphasize her style of dance. More revealing clothing flowed with the wind and with her movements, sometimes balancing even up to five swords held in the fold of her arms, feet, legs, hips, breast, and shoulders. Also, plates on her head and it got to the point where she just smiled all the time.

But when she talked she spoke in rhyme and riddle, I couldn't really make sense of it all.

I told her one day, "You know, Aunty, I miss the way you were before."

She said, "You mean stupid? Are you sure there isn't a man behind that keyboard?"

She would say things like that all the time like she was in a play talking to an audience. I would see her talk to herself like there was someone listening. It was really creepy to be honest, but she did teach me how to do what she said was the basics of the dance. It was a style that emphasized complex movements of the torso, a lot of movements with the hips, and the way she moved her arms the Light would just flow through her.

Also, the dances not only help me focus on the feeling of the Light but really help with my sword swing. All of the hip drops, vertical rocks, lifts, and twists but also drops of the ribcage and shoulder and hand movements. But I've never been able to do the sword dance that my aunt did. I asked her if she could teach me the swords dance but she would tell me that that was for another time. That I need to master body movements first before I move to weapons.

People used to say when I was young and frail looking that they didn't know where all that power came from. Truth be told it came from the hips. I tried to teach a few of my fellow paladins these movements but most of the men thought that the movements were a bit too feminine.

So, for whatever reason this naaru is trying to convince me that Illidan should be the champion that destroys the Burning Legion. Are these naaru the essence of the Light that so many priest and paladins worship? It doesn't seem to make sense but, most peoples practice to the Light, my own included don't make sense. I guess my time with my aunty has had me look at any premonition with a sense of bias. Should we be worshiping these beings like gods? I don't think that we should, no, I don't believe that we should. While I do believe that these naaru believe that throwing all our eggs into Illidan's basket would be the right choice. I don't believe it is. The naaru Xe'Ra seems to have a lot of knowledge on Illidan Stromrage's past. Much of it I already knew already and some of it was new information. Today I got some new information about a battle in Black Rook Hold; Illidan took the lives of his own men to enhance his own power to stop the Legion. Xe'ra asked me a question. "If you were in his position what would you have done different?"

I've seen that red hot temper and impatience in a lot of Warriors, some Paladins, few Warlocks, and what would seem to be every Demon Hunter I've passed by on the streets. Why Illidan had been chosen to become a mage would seem to be beyond me, but I don't think it is.

I was thinking of that phrase "I am prepared?" might have not come directly from him. I think that it might have come from the naaru, Xe'Ra. For whatever reason that naaru was born or created, I'm beginning to think that Illidan's golden eyes, maybe even mine as well, this proclaimed destiny might have come through her, and just like Xe'Ra was able to speak directly into my thoughts, Xe'Ra might have been speaking to Illidan since he was a boy, preparing him to take on the Legion when the time was right. Illidan had or has, great power that involved sacrificing his own men but what other powers could he command? I couldn't really see. What I have seen are mage's, even less powerful ones, spending hours in libraries, in meditations, or just casting spell upon spells in repetitions. I have known more than a few mages, handfuls of immortal San-doria since I've been to the Broken Shores, and nothing of which spells were taught or practiced that involved sacrificing your own men to enhance your own power. I've only seen Warlocks do that, and those involve draining demonic energy, and draining your enemy's life force. So, who could have taught Illidan these types of techniques, these types of spells? Not a demon from the Legion, right? *sarcastic*

I want to smash that floating crystal contraption so badly as I begin to think of it, but it has given me a lot of insight on what Illidan is capable of and I'm betting that it still has more information it wants to give me.

I'm beginning to think that Xe'Ra can hear my thoughts, if she can invade my mind and say a few words maybe she can hear this, to answer the question, "If I were in his position would I do something different?"

The Ashbringer is capable of not just taking the energies from demons and undead. I've seen the Ashbringer change forms and become a weapon that drains power from all living things. This sword that I carry is capable of draining life and using that life energy as a weapon. I could enhance my power ten-fold as a death knight and drain all life that surrounds me, increasing it by 100-fold to be used against the Legion and if my back was against the wall, if the people around me are scared, trapped, and completely useless in battle. I would still not do the things Illidan did that night. The ones that would be willing to fight would stand with me to hold the line and the ones that were too scared would have a fighting chance to escape. The Ashbringer will never again be used as a weapon for evil; even in the afterlife I will make sure that the Ashbringer stays a shining beacon of Light. You can call whatever happened that night whatever you want to call it, but it was wrong. The soldiers, companions, and champions that I keep as company will end the Legion, not some predestined man child that believes he's entitled to greatness.