The Journal of a Liar - Valette Montelione / Naroa DeGray (Deceased)

[Whatever]

2025

Where to begin..

I got married a couple years ago. We took far, far too long to see it through. The original plan was to be wed before the Hive Tree in Dal'Thala as Vdalion's siege would burn it down. But then the King of the city had a moment of realization and destroyed it himself. As a second plan, we simply thought to hold a ceremony within Vdalion and invite some friends and family to it. I actually wanted to invite Ember, without the girl being aware of the face I wore. It would have been an amusing thing down the line to eventually mention to her, but we kept putting it off and the situation just never presented itself.

So instead, one day, in the middle of Vdalion's square, Shaggard whispered to me that he was, in fact, a priest. In a strange but charming moment, we stood before the entire city and exchanged hushed whispers.

No one was aware they had just been guests to our subtle wedding.

I'm a mother now. Although I already was before the wedding. I still cannot believe it. Sometimes I feel such a strong sense of imposter syndrome. I feel like Valette, holding someone else's child. Pretending to be a mother. Those moments are fleeting, however. I chose these children. I wanted to bring life into this world, to replace what I might have taken. It is a heavy burden to place on children. This world is a cruel place and the moments of hope can be scarce. But I will love them and I will teach them to pursue what brings them joy. Their happiness is all I hope for.

I just want them to live freely.

A deal has been struck. Or, it is on the cards. A blessing to cleanse Athelios from my system. It is no small thing. Part of me feels the might of a Nephilim to be wasted on me, the agnostic that I am. But it is the most accessible means of accomplishing this goal. I thought about it for a moment and decided to write to the Oracle of Aphros, Logan, to confess what I am. This was a move my younger self would have shied away from with the vigour of a stray cat avoiding a particularly deep puddle in the street. But I will confess further that it had taken a burden off my chest. I don't know what consequences will come from this. Perhaps nothing. 

It is such a conundrum, but within Vdalion I feel safe. I never had in Aphros...