When a vision, a prophecy, is granted to a person, it takes immeasurable
strength of will to resist the impending euphoric feeling, which has an
undeniable tendency to awake the arrogance inherent in a mortal.

My vision, to see the Church in all her glory, ruling over Achaea as
does a mother guiding her children through life, not for the sake of
power itself, but because the Church is the primary force for what is
Right and what is Good, developed not as I had hoped it would -- that
is to say, my pride took me from my home, from my church, and placed
me in a land fouled by the presence of Evil and decay. I spent a handful
of days among the Kharon, and it resulted in fifteen years of isolation,
an attempt to atone for the sins that I had committed.

I have, however, come again to the land of the fair and the innocent,
and will spend my life working to bring about the prophecy that my God-
dess once smiled upon.

Israfel.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 269 AF.