Defender of the Light

The day before yesterday , I received my hammer, my armor, and my blessing of Light. I’ve been living at Northshire Abbey for a while now, ever since moving there to finish my education and become a member of the Order of the Silver Hand, but that day–that was the day. I became a Paladin, a member of a sacred order who holds to truth, justice, virtue.

To say I was proud would, of course, have been an understatement. I couldn’t keep my hammer in my sheathe, as I kept wanting to hold it, a physical token of my hopes and dreams. I just had to hold it, turn it around in my hands.

I was given my first official duty this morning–run a letter to the mailbox in Goldshire.  Oh, I admit to thinking this was rather anti-climactic.  After all, I was a Paladin now!  I was officially a Knight of the Order of the Silver Hand–and Brother Thomas wanted me to run to a mailbox?  Ahh, but I’m glad I did.

I’d heard tales of Lord Ghodfrey Valorsworn, leader of the Knights of Lordaeron, as anyone who hangs around Paladins at the Abbey for any length of time will do–but I never thought I’d ever meet him, much less so soon after being officially inducted.  Yet there he was, arguing with another man about the Light, and about mercy.  This other man, whose name I never learned, seemed to think that a Paladin’s only duty was vengeance, to be nothing but the sword-arm of the Light.  Lord Valorsworn strove to persuade him otherwise, to speak of the Light’s mercy, kindness, compassion, but to no avail.

Some Knights of Ebon strode by, and incited an argument with this man.  It was–unsettling, I admit.  I am still uncomfortable around them, both for how they were created, and how much like a thumb-bite they are to the Holy Order.  They spoke of peace, of the alliance with Stormwind, of their aid given to overthrow Arthas–yet I still remember the looks on the faces of my neighbors, as their families fell to the Scourge–only to get up again, as unholy demons.

Lord Valorsworn counseled me against such rash reactions, and I knew that he was right.  How could I profess the mercy, love, and saving grace of the Light, when I refuse to accept even the Death Knights?  It is not easy, but I hope to come to a point where I can do more than simply fight by their side.  May the Light guide me to this end.

Lord Valorsworn, his right-hand woman Lady Harmona, and I spoke at length.  He asked me what I thought of my duties, and I told him.  He then–well, he offered me a position in his order.  I thought about it, prayed to the Light about it, and had to accept.  So now, I am offically also a Knight of Lordaeron, as well as a Knight of the Holy Order of the Silver Hand.

I’d best end this now, as I’m on break from my kitchen duties.  I was expected back nearly an hour before I actually arrived, and though they understood my reasoning, I still was told to be back promptly, and I wasn’t.  I’m not complaining, though.  Lord Valorsworn and Lady Harmona have shown me such kindness, and–well, my roommates in the Abbey were jealous.  A day of kitchen duty is a small price.

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