3. Diary of a Fuzzy Sorceress

Diary of a Fuzzy Sorceress


  • Lorelai stumbles to a bed at the Dancing Mermaid, looking distraught and tired. The half-elven woman sighs heavily as she pulls off her leather armor and strips to her clothes, setting her belongings in a haphazard pile next to the bed. She flops onto the bed, pulls up the blankets and closes her eyes to sleep.

    For the next few restless hours, Lorie fitfully rolls in the bed. Though she feels tired, a peaceful night's sleep seems to elude her. With a defeated groan, Lorie gets up and grabs a book, quill, and ink from her pack and carries them to the fireplace keeping the common quarters warm. She opens the book to a blank page, and in the light of the fire begins to write.

    Entry 164

    This day. I just. Dear Selûne, please give me some guidance on what's going on.

    Leena was pissed off today. I'm still not certain what specifically set her off today. All I could understand is that there's been an issue she's had to deal with for a while and something happened today related to it that was the last straw. Part of it is getting the blame for something that she tried to stop.

    And it frustrates me that this seems to be something I can't just come up with some words that will calm her down. I should be able to, I've done it before!

    So while Leena vented her anger at the ogres (I actually feel kind of bad for the beasts, she probably hit them with the fury of a thunderstorm), I decided to join Korra and a few others on a hunt of orcs and their wolves.

    Hours later, in the city commons area, some kids came by and started playing in the snow. Rary and Keerla started to help them build a snowman. I decided to join in. Thought it'd be nice to do something simple and fun. We built a snowwoman, making it look like the governess of the kids' orphanage, and a snow tiger. We were having a good time.

    But then Rary seemed to have sensed something, as he cast a few spells, the type one would cast if expecting a magically cloaked assailant. I then noticed a trail of paw prints in the snow. Wolf paws. They "walked" up to me and through me, continuing on for a little ways before disappearing.

    I could feel a presence then. All of a sudden I could feel my heart aching even harder. Sadness. Loneliness.

    Jerrick.

    I need you.

    You need me.


  • Entry 163

    Leena met another new druid I found but forgot to mention earlier. Sasa's her name, and she's quite the odd one. A feral looking hin. She seems nice, but can act very much like a wild animal. I also got to meet another member of the Circle, Wick. He's a friendly and cheerful hin. More like a farmer than a druid, perhaps he serves Chauntea?

    Leena, Aoth, and Wick were able to talk to Sasa in that silly druid-speak. You know, sometimes I wish I really was a druid just so I can understand that babbling talk they make at times.

    Anyways, we all had a good romp through the swamps hunting with Sasa. Maybe she'll join the Circle?


  • Entry 162

    I'm staring at a sword I didn't think I'd be holding again. It's a sword that I gave Leena when I felt she was old enough to have it. Forged by elven hands, meant for those with elven blood. I wanted to make sure she had something to protect herself while at the same time keeping a connection to our elven heritage. It's something I didn't get growing up, the barbarian tribe did all they could to keep him out of the village (not that they always succeeded).

    The blade served Leena well. And she served it well. I always knew there was something special about this sword, but never could figure it out. But Leena did. Of course she did. She used it to help rescue elven spirits from the old camp, and they rewarded her for it by revealing the sword's secrets.

    But years have passed since then and Leena has come to prefer scimitars. So instead of letting this sword gather more dust, she's letting me use it. The sword has come full circle. How druidic.

    I can't help but feel like this is my greatest legacy. Of all my deeds, the one that truly has left it's mark is being a mother.

    I wonder if Jerrick has similar thoughts.


  • Entry 161

    Leena and Arty are engaged! I'm very happy for both of them. They just belong together. When I look at Leena and Arty, they remind me of Jerrick and I. Dinner dates and cuddles in between adventures of slaying monsters and saving the world. Those were the good ol' days.

    They're her days now. Selûne and Mielikki bless her.


  • Entry 160

    Enough moping I suppose. I decided it was time to do what I do best and stumble into trouble.

    Seriously, I can do that. It's rather easy actually. The first step is to try to NOT look for trouble. Trouble always comes for you when you aren't looking for it. If trouble were an animal, it'd be a cat.

    So, I found myself facing trouble twice within only a day or so. Twice and a half if you count the people looking for Z. Told you it was easy.

    First, when I got to Peltarch, this wraith-like spirit started attacking a gnomish paladin by the name of Warziver. Between all the adventurers there (including my Leena), we managed to release the spirit from it's undeath. Oddly, the spirit looked like it was an orc in it's former life. Shortly after this, alarms sounded from both the south and west gates of the city. Warziver went south, while Leena went west. Since more of the adventurers followed Leena, I followed Warziver to help defend the southern gate.

    I bet you expected I'd follow Leena. Other mothers probably would. But she's not a kitten now (though she'll always be one of my Kittens). I knew she'd be fine. It turned out that there was probably more trouble on the west gate, but it was probably good that I helped Warziver guard the south, as there was only a couple of city guards, Warziver, Keerla, and myself. A spirit did show, this one looking like a kobold. It didn't hurt us too much, but it was hard to hit and when I did, it did almost nothing. Even the arrows blessed by Kelemvore only barely stung it. So we kept it tied up for a long time until Leena came charging in after the west was secured.

    There was some talk about the spirits being caused by some kind of lethal drink. I didn't catch a full description, but basically these beverages are tainted with the essence of undead and it slowly kills you and you become an undead. Pretty damn twisted. So the suspicions were that the orcs and the kobolds had gotten these drinks, and we quickly mobilized to stop this problem.

    To make a long story short, yes, both kobolds and orcs had those drinks. And we retrieved what remaining bottles hadn't gotten drunk. And that's when my (not so) favorite adventuring game of "Who Is More Stubborn" happened. On one side, we had Warziver. On the other side, we had Laerune, who is this elven woman who really doesn't seem to like doing what she's told. And I guess is deemed to be 'evil' by paladins, namely Warziver. All this because she had acquired one of the bottles and he didn't trust her.

    Okay, yes, if she's 'evil', then we probably don't want her to keep these drinks. And if she's trying to be a better person like she claims, she probably should have just handed it over. At the same time, I can't say I like it when paladins get on a high horse and throw out all tact in this kind of situation. Maybe I've spent too much time with the druid Circle. Just because she's evil doesn't mean you need to treat her like she's dirt. That's just going to make her rebel against you.

    I'm rambling here. Caling finally got Laerune to give it up. Leena blasted the collected bottles with divine fire and light. Hooray, the day was saved from further monotony.

    Afterward, Leena and I spent some time with a new druid to the area, Korra. She's a good woman, very observant and with a good head on her shoulders. She said she came from Lethyr to Narfell specifically because tales of what happened to our Circle had reached her ears. Too bad she missed the fun of closing the demon portal, but I'm sure she'll find plenty to help us out with.

    Then these shady people showed up looking for Z. Guess they were under the impression that he'd be delivering some girl to them in exchange for ore. He tried telling him he was planning to just buy the ore instead. Not sure they really cared for that. They want this lass and if I get the feeling were the lass I would NOT want to be found by these people.

    When those thugs left, Leena suggested going south to Norwick for various reasons. And so it was that Leena, Korra, Z, Hedia, Roslyn (halfling friend of Leena's) found trouble. And dragged Atel and Chaevre (I still don't trust that woman) with us. We found this gem lying on the ground and realized it was some kind of planar thing. That thing sucked us up in a whirlwind and moved us to someplace else.

    I still can't help but shudder. That whirlwind reminded me of that one time I got myself sucked up into a twister when I tried to visit Feather. I'm not retelling it here, go re-read it yourself. Considering that I was almost dead from that twister, I think I have every right to be scared of being sucked into a whirlwind.

    We found ourselves in a forest, with a bridge leading to lizardmen on one side and a village in the other direction. We chose the village. Unfortunately, what we assumed was a peaceful village was more than that. It was filled with the preserved yet dead bodies of everybody. It was like the bodies were frozen in time, but everything else wasn't. Grass overgrew everywhere, buildings were weathered with age. And at the center of the village was a big tree that had a corrupted dryad. We tried to reason with her, but in the end she summoned a swarm of stirges and we had to fight. It was a long battle, but we eventually killed her. The dead villagers immediate succumbed to the ravages of time and decomposed.

    After some rest and Z hallowing the area to remove the corruption, we ventured on into a cave and found ourselves facing some drow that we thought also had a captive. We killed one group of the drow, and the mage surrendered and asked us to spare him in exchange for information and possible offerings of wares in the future. We took the nicer option and let him live, and he showed us a secret passage that let us surprise the drow priestess and her body guards. Despite the surprise, she was a formidable foe who did not die quickly. But die she did.

    We couldn't find the captive though, but we followed the cave we thought he escaped through and then found ourselves in a desert. A short distance away from the cave there was an oasis, and there we found this strange blue skinned hafling. Or child. Really, he was a djinn, a minor one. The drow apparently were planning to stuff him in a bottle to force wishes out of him. We did get a wish from him, but since he was a minor djinn, all he could do was give us some wealth in the form of gold and gems. Apparently, it was he who created the gem that made that teleporting whirlwind.

    The djinn left us, but we were able to return home with Leena's treewalking spell. Chaevre opted to use her own magic to return home, which was fine by me. Like I said before, I still don't trust her.

    Once back at the druid glen from this adventure, I decided to sleep. I earned it. Maybe next time I shouldn't try so hard to not find trouble. More than enough found me.


  • Entry 159

    I've been spending some time alone this past tenday. It helps that things are mostly quiet now that the demon business is done. It seemed like the right time to pause and do some reflection.

    I've been re-reading this diary. While it's not my whole life, it does chronicle a good portion of it. Reading each entry really takes me back to how I felt at various points. The feelings come rushing back to me as I relive those moments in my mind. I find it cathartic and uplifting, even the entries that bring forward my low points full of sadness, guilt, or despair.

    Did I ever thank Nica for making me start this diary? I honestly can't remember. I should.

    Reliving my life through these words has made me realize a couple of things.

    First, I'm starting to get old. I feel years starting to weigh on me. My hair has some streaks of grey. There are wrinkles under my eyes.

    Second, I miss old friends and family that I don't see around. Some because they moved away. Some because they have passed on. A few because they are being even more hermit like than I am right now. Most of all though, I miss Jerrick.

    Can I be selfish now? Haven't I earned it? Hasn't he earned it?

    We are soulmates.

    This soul wants her mate.


  • Entry 158

    Well now. Leena bounced back quite well. Of course she did. Jerrick was never one to sulk for too long. Neither was I, I'd like to think. At least, not when something more important was on the line.

    She did it. The demon portal in Jiyyd is closed.

    Now, I know there were a lot of other people involved. Other druids, people from Peltarch, from Norwick, from the Legion, from the Wolves, from Spellweaver… and probably more I don't realize. But Leena was the architect of this whole effort. She led those people to the tower of Helm, to that demon-who's-name-I-cannot-pronounce, to the demon portal.

    The tower was opened. The demons were defeated. And the portal was closed.

    Albryana gave up the rest of her life here to become an Eternal Watcher of Helm. Her spirit will now keep vigil over the land and make sure this does not happen again.

    I'll miss you, Albry. You were always a good friend to Jerrick and I, and a wonderful babysitter to the kittens. Helm should be thankful he has such a wonderful soul as his Eternal Watcher.

    Leena finished what you started, Jerrick. I'm so proud of her. I know you are too.

    Seeing these young people (my daughters included) fill in where old friends used to be has me realizing that I'm getting old. Seeing Aelthas as an old wolf makes me feel old. I don't adventure much these days. I don't need to be here to protect the land. This land has new guardians. I think it's in good hands.

    That makes my heart ache for Jerrick more.


  • Entry 157

    Mothers have an interesting instinct when it comes to their kittens. We can just tell when something is wrong. I could tell instantly when I saw her walking through the Nars Pass. It wasn't just a normal anger. She was upset at herself.

    Leena led a group to find the lich's phylactery. I don't know the specifics of what happened. She told me they did succeed, but one of the demons managed to kill Leena with a spell. She was mad at herself for letting her guard down. She should have recast her Death Ward spell after it was dispelled. How could she be so stupid.

    She's not stupid. Mistakes tend to be more obvious after the fact. Glaringly so. She should be glad they succeeded. She should be proud that even when she fell, the people she led kept up and brought her back. THAT is true power. You can have all the magic or physical strength in the world, but if you don't have others who will fight at your side you will falter and fail. By the stars, I know Jerrick and I have made plenty of mistakes ourselves.

    As I comforted her and talked some sense back into her, I couldn't help but remember how I used to do the same with her father. How many nights had Jerrick stomping around upset at something and I'd be there to calm him down? It's tough when the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Tonight felt like that. Yet, she is not Jerrick. I have to admit it makes me miss him a little more.

    Arty also apologized to me for Leena falling to that demon. He felt like he should have done more to protect her. I told him too that they shouldn't beat themselves up over what happened. Could they have done better? Maybe, in hindsight. They did the best they could. Humble pie is hard to swallow sometimes.

    But I think I told Arty something more important. I don't want him to just try to protect Leena. By Selûne, keeping her "safe" would be impossible (much like her father, again). He needs to be there with her. To lift her up when she falls. To cheer her when she succeeds. To have her do the same for him.

    That's the way Jerrick and I are. That's what she needs.


  • Entry 156

    A marshmallow mountain. Tojan actually managed to build a marshmallow mountain (well, from a pixie view). And then she climbed it and tried to eat it. I should have known she was serious about doing it.

    But they weren't her marshmallows! By Selûne, that merchant was upset. Fortunately, I was able to calm him down. All I had to do was simply buy all the marshmallows.

    The things I do for my pixie…


  • // edit: Wrong diary, dammit.


  • Entry 155

    I'm a grandmother! I can't believe it! Oh, I can't wait for Tindra to find out.

    Leena mentioned Jonni and then let slip that he had a daughter with Elaine. Ah, I'm so glad to hear those two did finally get married and now have a daughter of their own! This is some of the best news yet!

    I met one of Tindra's new friends. She's a little elven lass by the name of Keerla. Something about her kind of reminds me of how I was when I first found myself in Norwick all those many decades ago. She's nice. She must be if Tojan already gave her a Name. That name is Sprout, by the way.

    I also met Atel's daughter, Tanya. She's interesting… a seer. She told me I have two fates. I wonder if what she saw was me and Tindra? Are we still connected? Even after all these years of being separate people? It makes me wonder...

    Bah. Enough with the self-guilt. I should focus on being a grandma!


  • Entry 154

    I got to talk to Arty more. Still need to get to know him more, of course, but we had a good talk. We've got some things in common. Both blessed with sorcery. Both left home due to that sorcery (though the why it was bad differs some). Both experienced being shunned because of prejudices.

    Really though, my biggest concern with my daughters finding mates of their own is pretty simple. Are they happy? If Leena is happy with Arty (and I very much think she is), then I'd say he's off to a good start on me being a nice mother-in-law.


  • Entry 153

    A couple of interesting things to note.

    First, Leena's got a boyfriend! He seems to be a nice fellow on first glance. Artemis is his name. Or Arty for short. He's a mage who likes lighting spells. And that's all I really know about him so far. Yes, I'll try to get to know him better. And I'll try not to embarrass Leena too much. Just a little bit. A little part of me can't help but wonder about the possibility of being a grandmother. Having little grand-kittens would be quite a joy.

    Second, another old Wolf has returned. I was quite surprised to see Dash. I hope Rasuil has a happy reunion with her.

    Also, Fadia's right, beholders aren't fun to fight. No, I didn't die, but somebody in our group did. Fortunately, her spirit answered Kathea's call to return to her body.


  • Entry 152

    Leena’s resting, so I figured I’ll not disturb her right now. There will be plenty time to be the doting mother later when she’s actually awake.

    I met an interesting fellow while I was up in Peltarch. This pixie by the name of Aniril greeted me while I was walking by the commons, remarking that he recognized me as Leena’s mother. Shortly into our conversation, the pixie turned into an elf, one I think I’ve seen about. He had some strange scars, I couldn’t read them but they looked like the Sylvan alphabet. We had a nice little conversation about shapeshifting. Which obviously you know is something I have some familiarity with. Well, natural and druidic shapeshifting at least. The arcane spells for accomplishing such I’m not as familiar with. I imagine there are some similarities.

    Nothing else of note for the day. A quiet day is a nice reprieve after the hellish battle.


  • Entry 151

    Wow, I never realized just how much time has passed by since I last wrote in this diary. A lot has happened, certainly too much to write about here. I’ll just give some of the personal highlights.

    Rith is back in Suzail dealing with a lot of family business. I’ve spent some time helping her with that.

    Tindra succumbed to more wanderlust and has been traveling all over the place. From one merchant caravan to the next. She finally got homesick, though, as she has returned to Norwick. I'm glad she's enjoying her life.

    Jerrick is gone. Not dead, but, stuck on a mountain being the guardian of something important to the Balance of Nature. It’s been rough on me and the kittens sometimes. Elaine was especially upset, and I dare say she held a bit of resentment to him for it. Leena was more understanding of it. As for me? I have my good days and my bad days. I know and believe he is doing the right thing, but Jerrick is my soulmate. To be without him feels like a piece of myself isn’t here. It helps that he can reach out to me at times through magic. Yet that is no replacement for having him physically with me. I need to feel his arms wrapped around me, to feel his lips on mine, to put my head on his shoulder…

    Did you know I tried to get up that mountain? I needed to be with him. So I tried. And tried. And tried. But I’m no druid, I could not find the way. The Nature gods must have taken pity on me, as they allowed him to come to the shore and spend some time with me. It was a blissful yet bittersweet reunion. I am back in Norwick and he is back on the mountain.

    It was enough to make me feel better. My heart still aches for him, but I can bear the pain.

    You know what helps? Seeing my daughters. Elaine inherited my sorcery, while Leena took after Jerrick and has become a druid. I must say, she has definitely become a force for Nature. I can't help but feel proud, and Jerrick shares that pride as well.

    While Elaine is away traveling, I was able to surprise Leena with my return. And she has surprised me in return! She has a boyfriend! I'm pretty excited by that. Artemis is his name. Hopefully, I'll get to know him more, but so far he seems like a good man. I wonder what Tojan will think of him.

    I know you might be wondering what has gone on in Narfell up to this point (whoever is reading this when I'm gone). But I'm still catching up myself. Recently, many adventurers took to slaying a powerful lich that threatened the land. I helped them fight up a mountain through undead frost giants, but then stuck with our druid allies while the others moved on. They were successful, but many died in the battle. Leena was at the front of the fight (again, she is so much like her father), and felt shaken by seeing all the casualties. I gave her the best advice I could think of. Take time out and spend it with loved ones. Whenever Jerrick felt the stress of his druidship weigh heavy, he would come to me to recenter. Sometimes with our friends like Rith and Fadia. We need to remind ourselves why we fight.

    I need to check in on her later.


  • Entry 150

    I officially took the oath for the Wolves of Narfell. In attendance were Eluriel, Sy'wyn, Jerrick, Faelar, Fadia, and Vilmar. Yes. Vilmar. As far as I recall, he's not Wolf. It was still good that he was there. He seemed interested in joining actually. Something about that makes me think there's irony afoot. Maybe Tindra would know why?

    I have no idea what he thinks of me. We haven't talked much. Granted, I'm still a bit scared to talk to him. What if he did become a Wolf? He would certainly fit in, I think. He's a ranger through and through. He certainly has made quick friends with the others. Maybe it'll give me more chances to prove myself to him.

    See, I just have to focus on the silver lining…


  • Entry 149

    <g>F A R K !</g>

    I have to remember NOT to say, "Oh, life is going perfect." That just seems to tempt fate to slap me across the face.

    I doubt I could have a bigger shock in my life than the one I had the other day. Rith came running up to me and mentioned there's somebody right behind me wanting to talk. I turned around and saw Vilmar standing there.

    Vilmar is alive?!?!

    I just froze. I mean, Tindra and Tojan both told me he was dead. We had his bow and ring even! And yet there he was.

    He's alive!! And he knows I'm not Tindra.

    I'm still freaking out a bit here, just trying not to show it. Don't get me wrong, I am happy to see that he's really alive. I'm sure it's made Tindra very happy. And since I share her early memories, I do see him as my adoptive brother too. So what's wrong?

    He also vividly remembers the pain and trouble I caused when the Dark Enchantress had me in her clutches. If he doesn't hate me, he's gotta certainly strongly dislike me. And the fact that I have his sister's body? That's like adding insult to injury, right?

    I've had trouble sleeping the last few nights…

    Maybe I'm getting too paranoid again. He did offer to let me prove myself to him. Rith is irked, of course. She feels I shouldn't have to prove myself to anybody. Jerrick too. But this is family. Family that I've hurt. Sorry, but it's hard to set aside the guilt I carry. Besides, he wasn't too unreasonable. One task was done already ten times over (pass on knowledge to others about what I know of the Dark Enchantress). Another was easy (give him his bow and ring back). The last? That'll be tough... find a way for Tindra to be a werecat again.

    Honestly, I'm doubtful that can be done. I've not heard from the werewolf clans in decades (neither has Tindra I think). Infection is out too, I won't have her suffer through what Aelthas had. I know of one mage who did it on his own, but Tindra knows more of that and as far as I know it was NOT a nice method and I'm sure she'd be against it.

    I promised I'd try to find a way though. I can't promise that it'll happen, but I'll try at least.

    If he can't accept that... well... I'll just have to accept it.


  • Entry 148

    Well… I haven't written too much. Too tired from chasing the girls around.

    Rith finally did something about her nightmares a while back. I was hoping to help, but that "Nightshade" fellow she had contacted did it without me. I'll have to get the whole story from Rith sometime.

    So then I figured my next focus should be on getting her to realize that yes, she should try to reach for what she really really really wants... motherhood. Guess what? She finally asked Lathander on her own (well, I'm sure SOMEBODY prodded her, but it wasn't me). Of course Lathander gave her his blessing on it (birth is part of his whole dogma, isn't it?). Now she just has to fix her body so she can physically bear children.

    And she and Micah are quite a happy couple. They just spent a nice trip visiting Suzail. Uncle Hammond can rest easy, I think. Rith's found her happiness, just like "she" (I) promised.

    Thorn and Fadia are doing good, too. And Tindra, I think (at least, I haven't heard any bad news about her).

    Life's just good I guess. Hope things stay this way for a while.


  • Entry 147

    I feel a bit silly. I can just imagine Fadia saying, “I told you so,” right now.

    Eluriel and I had our talk finally. It never occurred to me that she could be as nervous of me as I was of her. Ironic, no? I feel better now, at least. I'm still a Wolf, though she and I agree that I should officially take the oath. More importantly, we are better friends.

    What was so important? She wanted to know me better. Me as Lorelai, not as “Tindra's mental doppleganger.” I'll admit right now that is something I should have done differently. I should have opened up more to others, made myself and my intentions known.

    Oh wait. I have written that several times before, haven't I? Of course, there is no hiding it now. The cat has been let out of the bag and there is no way to stuff her back in. Not that we want to, it's easier to keep the truth free.

    Back to Eluriel. I think the simple act of having questions answered really is what was needed, though I think some answers also calmed some fears, like how I do share the same early memories that Tindra has of childhood and coming to Norwick. Eluriel compared it to Zeke and Zyphlin. It's a good comparison, I think. With Zyphlin though, he was fixed by the two coming together. Tindra and I didn't.

    Perhaps we should have been. After all, Jerr was quite adamant that we should be one whole instead of two halves. He could be right. I do notice a difference with Tindra gone, but is that a missing piece or just having been used to living in the same body for so long? And Tindra, not only does she not have me, but she is no longer a werecat. That must be uncomfortable for her at times. I know I would dearly miss being a feline.

    Actually, El did express some concern about Tindra being a bit different than she remembers. I hope Tindra isn't too different. Maybe I should ask Rith about that? No, I'll ask Thorn or Fadia. I don't need to trouble Rith with more problems right now. She's got her nightmares plaguing her again. Hopefully, we should soon put those nightmares to rest. Of course, it'd be nice if we could do away with that drow bitch. One thing at a time.

    ((Note: I had this written out a while ago and forgot to post it…))


  • Entry 146

    I should remember my old motto of "don't ask, you might not want to know." Bah, who am I kidding? It's not a matter of 'want'. I probably needed to know it.

    According to Fadia, Yngdir's harsh words about me aren't really about how I've caused Tindra harm in our past. He sees me as an abomination because of us two being split apart. Even though Mielikki guided Fadia on how to do it.

    Lovely.

    I have talked with Rasuil, Thorn, and Fadia about things concerning me. Each has had words that help. I'm still scared of what Eluriel is going to say to me. Maybe because it's hard for me to tell what she thinks of me? In one moment, I could believe that she takes my advice and opinions without judgement. In another moment, I'll feel like she doesn't trust me at all.

    She has every right not to trust me; I kept myself hidden for so long. I wanted to tell her sooner. I was just too damn scared to. She's one of the few who could probably remember how the Dark Enchantress controlled me.

    Selune, please give me strength.