Bound within the pages of the holy text, the book hummed with a certain power of holy magic. Runes skittered along the edges of each and every page, flickering and flashing before the eyes. Prayers and incantations meticulously written out upon each page. Spells and guidelines. And on a few pages, some drawings of sorts. But, the last section of the book was left blank. No runes, no writings, no pictures, and no power made these pages special. They were simply extra pages for Zaria's thoughts, and she elected to finally use them. These writings would more than likely be unseen by others.
It all started when I met her sitting on the steps of the Cathedral of Light. Her back on the wall and her legs crossed. She was nose deep in a book and clearly more invested in that than she could ever be in a conversation. But, it was my first few weeks as acting Highlord, and I needed members, and good priests. Her robes suggested she might be able to fit a role such as that, and her curled auburn hair suggested she might have a bit of charming and simple flare. It was really unnerving to step up to her. Her preoccupation with her book made me not want to interrupt her after all. But stepping up to her made me a bit nervous, more nervous than I was regularly. But all the same, I introduced myself to the woman. And I immediately second guessed myself.
But, she was kind and courteous, honestly one of the more delightful people I had spoken with since politics had gotten in the way of life. She was a decently simple woman upon first meeting. We talked about a few minor things together, and she was looking for a place to move her orphanage from Elwynn Forest, and mentioned wanting to travel far and wide. This was my in. I told her of Alterac, and how it was going to become a shining beacon of the world once again under the rule of (ironically) Kormed Wolfheart. She must have heard some truth in my word, and I made certain the children under her care would be safe for the journey. It was a long way from home for them after all. After that, she joined the Citrine Eagle as a Cleric.
She fascinated me, to no end mind you. She was witty and kind, and after inducting her into the order, I found out she had a bum knee that she had earned when she was a few years younger. She spoke of not enjoying the rule of the Archbishop, and he has - ironically appeared just after she had mentioned that. We shared a few laughs about it later on. But even with those she held distaste for, she was amicable and kind. All in all, she was enrapturing, and I wanted to make it my goal to make her feel welcome. But that would come in time, I had almost thought she didn't really like me.
In her time in the Citrine Eagle, she became my inspiration, she actually became my one true love. We had paired off after I left Chrisana Rilke due some strenuous circumstances and - well love really struck between the both of us. I was in love with a woman named, Yoes Andra.
She became my inspiration. I had learned about her family, her mother, everything. We came across an old portrait of her mother with Yoes as a little baby in-arms and, we took it back to the manor. There it sits today. She fell down the steps of the Cathedral far too many times to count with two normal hands, and Alonsus Secundus himself helped to repair her bum knee.This was the woman who gave me the drive and encouragement I needed when the "Kaiser" sought to justify his unvirtuous actions, and she stuck by me through everything. She did everything to impress me, even going so far as to try to become a Knight of the Silver Hand under tutelage of Kavid. We had a plan for the future, to retire and be happy together on the beaches of Stranglethorn.
But, she is not presently my wife. I'm not spending my life with her. I look back and know what went wrong, and this blame shall be pressed on myself for all eternity. I write this before visiting the place where her spirit lies, to pray for her and her life in paradise. If not for me, perhaps she would be alive, if not for my ambition, perhaps we would still be happy together. She will always be the auburn haired spark that lit my fire, and I shall never shrug that off lightly. I go now to face my maker.