If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it
Note From the Editor
A true story that held its ending this June in Stormwind with the verdict of the High Inquisitional Court of the Holy Church of Light
MAY LIGHT HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL
The Story of a Witch
A woman of respectable age came to the Abbey very late at night. She was slowly moving to the gate, supported by a staff made of dark wood. An unusually heavy for that time of year velvet dress was covering her from the neck down. The guard could see her long crooked nose from under the black hood. She spoke slowly and chills ran down the soldier's back for when she opened her mouth an owl made a loud noise somewhere up in the trees.
"Do the holymen have a shelter for such a poor old woman as myself?"
"What is a poor old woman doing in the middle of the night on the road? It is not safe and unwise. And why did you not stay at the inn in Goldshire? You seem to be coming from that direction."
"I am simply making a pilgrimage to this holy place. I will spend the night here and in the morning I will ask to see the clerics of Northshire."
The guard felt a certain discomfort when speaking to the woman so he allowed her through the gates and to the Abbey, reluctant to continue a conversation. A bird quickly flew away from a tree above the gate in the same direction as the old woman. The guard felt a mixture of curiosity and fear when he locked the gate again. "I'm not staying on vigil at night anymore..." he thought to himself.
The woman introduced herself as Porena Malkin, a widow from the Duskwood area. She claimed she decided to spend the remaining years of her life helping others and wished to become a nun. She said she knew how to cook although the recipes she listed seemed barbaric and unusual to the monks. Slug soup, spider eye pie, darkberry cake and venompetal tea did not sound too delicious to the priests who said they would instead send her to Stormwind where she could work with the orphans.
Sister Malkin seemed satisfied with the decision so the next day she arrived to the Cathedral where she was greeted by Brother Joshua. Porena refused to go inside the Cathedral, saying the high steps will be too hard to ascend at her age. Instead, Sister Malkin would rather live in the orphanage where Matron Nightgale found a bed for her.
The old woman spent her days knitting clothes for the children. She sat on a bench near the fountain in front of the church and observed the priests, paladins, and pilgrims who visited the holy place. Porena liked to talk to the monks to get to know them. By the time a week went buy she knew all the regulars at the cathedral by faces and names.
Yet something was not right about her. Sister Malkin hated crossing the bridge whenever she went to the Trade District to buy bread for the orphans. Whenever she crossed the canals she breathed heavily and held her hand on her chest as if her heart was about to jump out. Porena never spoke about her family or where she is from and, as some children noticed, she slept with her eyes wide open. She sometimes spent hours in front of a mirror staring at it as if she could see something more than just her own reflection. But the strangest thing was the way she aged swiftly. When she arrived to Stormwind she had a straight posture, grey hair, and nobody gave her more than 65 years. By the time two weeks passed since her arrival, her face became terribly wrinkly, her hair dirty-white, and her posture became like that of a woman who spent her whole life carrying loads on her back.
On a cloudy, grim night in the beginning of June, a young matron assistant Eva was gathering mushrooms at the side of the road near the gates of Stormwind. She noticed a figure clad in black quickly moving south from the city. When the figure passed a lamp post on the road Eva noticed that it was Sister Malkin. It was strange that a woman who said she could not climb up the Cathedral steps would move so swiftly. Eva suddenly remembered how her father always tells her "Your curiosity shall be the death of you", yet she could not resist following the old woman who now went deeper and deeper into the dark forest, heading south.
To be continued...
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Main Editor: Benedict Doloscicki