Ah, Amalia—our blessed Mother, our guiding light in the darkness, the Bride of the Divine. There are no words that can truly capture the depth of her love, her sacrifice, and her endless kindness. She was born with nothing, a humble slave with not even her own name, and yet she became everything to us. She was chosen by the Divine, not for wealth or power, but for her heart—her great, boundless heart that saw not the flaws in others, but the goodness that could be.

In the darkest days, when the Golden City turned black and the Divine turned away from us, it was Amalia who convinced Them to look upon us once more. They had every right to abandon us, for we had sinned greatly, allowing the maleficar to tear open the Veil and unleash the horrors of the War in Heaven upon our world. But Amalia never gave up on us. She saw the spark of goodness in every soul, and she begged the Divine to save us from the chaos and destruction that threatened to consume us all.

And save us They did, through her. Amalia led the Exalted March, a crusade not of swords and blood alone, but of love, unity, and faith. She gathered the scattered peoples of all races: men and women, humans and elves, barbarians and kings; all would be brought together under her banner, and taught the ways of the Divine. She showed strength in the face of suffering, kindness in the face of cruelty, and forgiveness even to those who had wronged her the most and kept her in shackles and slavery. It was her love that united us, her faith that gave us hope, and her teachings that showed us the way.

But not all followed her path. Even after the Veil was closed, there were those who rejected her message, clung to their old ways, and turned their backs on the light she offered. And in the end, it was those same souls that betrayed her.

Her own husband, a man she loved and trusted, handed her over to her enemies in the Kingdom of Verdantine. There, in the heart of darkness, the Dragon King Junot I—may his name be cursed and forgiven in the same breath—condemned her as a heretic and sentenced her to the flames. But even as she faced the fire, even as the world she loved so much turned against her, she gave us one last teaching: "Love each other, as I loved you."

These were her final words, a plea to us all to remember the love that had guided her every step. And even King Junot, in his cold heart, was moved by her. As the flames rose around her, he fired an arrow into her chest, sparing her the agony, and in that moment, he saw the truth of her message. He converted to her faith, joining the Exalted March, and yet, his betrayal, like all the others, proved to the Divine that we were a lost and sinful people.

But Amalia did not leave us. No, she was raised to the side of the Divine, becoming their Bride in the afterlife, a deity who watches over us still. She is our mother, our protector, and through her, the Divine remains connected to us, though They wait, ever patient, for the day when we will finally turn from sin and embrace Them fully.

How it grieves me, even now, to think of her suffering, her betrayal. But I find comfort in knowing that she is with the Divine, that she has found the peace she so dearly deserved. And we, her children, must strive to live by her teachings, to love each other as she loved us, in the hope that one day, we too will be worthy of the Divine’s embrace.

Brother Caius
Humble Servant of Amalia