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She was born. Suns rose and set, and the clan she had grown up with stirred towards the coaxing of Archimonde. She fled successfully to Velen's forces. Her daughter and husband did not. With Velen, she ran from planet to planet and saw a hundred strange suns until the Exodar crashed on Azeroth. Large portions of the ship were collapsed. She woke from her coma after a year and a half. Her brother woke at around the same time from his death. She journeyed to find him, a brightsun child all echo and chime. She was accosted by the Scarlet Crusade. In the name of the Light, she was tortured and starved. Why was she going to contact an undead? What did she know? The Light would expose her sins. The Light would bring her to justice. In a moment of flickering despair, she heard something speak and offer strength.

She was born. Unshakeable faith like iron steered her hand - broke her free in a blaze of white and blue. She walked out of the chapel and was embraced and taken by her brother. Then there was clarity, then there was singularity of purpose. She fought under a banner that she did not, could not ever doubt the righteousness of. She marched to a glory so profound that she died for it, gladly killed for it, did anything to further its hand. The Scourge sang to her a song far more intoxicating than the Light, because the Light had made the mistake of giving her a choice in the matter. Then, a routine mission - and things tumbled around her. She breathed again and stood among those blinking as if stepping outside after being in a dark cave. The human Vindicator Fordring smiled at them and held out his hand -

And she was born.