Dear Perfectia Dawnlight,
I have decided to take over your body for a little while, so I can give you this message. I would like you to know how proud of you I am. It has truly been a privilege to watch you grow up into the proud adult that has stayed true to the Light for so many years and I understand why you needed to break your promise to Lirath. You are so beautiful, brave, and kind, I'm happy that I was able to protect you so many times, but I long for a day that you will no longer need the Ashbringer again, but as long as there is war I'm afraid that you always will. While the dark part of me has been laid to waste, this part of me wishes to rest as well, and be with my wife and son's. But I truly can't wait to tell them what you have been doing all these years, while my son betrayed me on that bridge, and my youngest changed into a Death Knight. You are the one I feel might do something great, I truly want to see you happy and not torn apart by the ravages of war.
I still remember that day on the bridge of Stratholme so clearly, so full of hate and despair, and a thirst for revenge. It disgusts me that I reached out to a young child to try to quench that thirst, as I look into your memories I know you felt my desperation, exhaustion, and faith in the Light to purge the undead of that city, but also the pain, and heartbreak of my son's betrayal. I killed two people that you cared about and turned them into my lieutenants that later tried to hunt you down like a dog. I can't apologize enough for what that other part of me made me do. I remember in spite of all the pain I put you through your heart has always stayed pure. I remember when you finally tried to take the blade from me, that purity, that will to protect, and your uncompromising sacrifice was something I wanted to be part of. I stopped myself, looked into those innocent elven eyes you had, so sad, desperate, and tears flowing like waterfalls down your cheeks and thought, "How could I do something like this? How could I hurt someone so pure?"
You were trying to protect your father and even after my own son had just killed me, I knew that that would never be you, but you started dying. I felt your life slipping away as your small body took in too much of the Ashbringer's foul corrupted energy. I was so full of guilt and desperation to save you, everything I could muster that day, all of my Light, all of my mercy, all of my power, I put inside you that day, so you could live.
I can never apologize enough for the terrible things I've done to you and I'm not looking for recognition for saving your life, I just want you to know that I love you, and when your time comes and we both become one with the Light, I would like you to know that there will always be a place for you at the Mograine table. I love you as if you were my own daughter and I truly can't wait for my wife to meet you. Thank you for the honor and privilege of being by your side.
With Love,
Alexandros Mograine