When Uther recalls his childhood, it's been so long that he always looks thoughtful. Fortunately, those days had a profound impact on his life, and even though they are buried deep in his memory, he has never forgotten them.
"He was a boy of very mysterious origin. The elderly Priests of the monastery treated him with great care, like a Prince. They fed him minced fresh meat, and even when he was unconscious, they insisted on bathing him every day and helping him move his limbs. Oh! Jaina, knowing Medivh as you do, you should know that boy. What does he represent?"
Jaina hesitated for a moment. A boy who was treated like Prince and was unconscious. Considering Uther's age and Medivh's experience, Jaina had a guess in her mind, but she was not sure.
Gazing at the gradually spreading greenery Plaguelands, Uther, in his Restless Souls form, continued:
"Because I came from a distinguished noble family, was polite and well-mannered, and knew how to serve others, I was assigned to take care of that boy. To my surprise, I discovered that the boy was actually faking his unconsciousness. When no one else was around, he would wake up and talk to me and play with me. The Priests at the monastery knew all this, but they turned a blind eye. At first, the boy dutifully played the role of a comatose youth, but over time he gradually became lax, only needing to pretend to be unconscious when there were visitors."
Jaina nodded; she had already guessed the boy's identity.
When Medivh was a teenager, he studied at the Sargeras Void Academy of the Burning Legion. So his father, Nielas Aran, found a boy to replace him, and fearing that his identity would be exposed, he kept the boy in a coma.
After Medivh became the Guardian of Azeroth, he did not shy away from this experience, often boasting to Jaina about his time studying with the Burning Legion and how he stood out among many geniuses from various planets.
"Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long." Uther said with a pained expression, "The boy fell ill less than a year after arriving at Northshire Abbey. First, he had a cough and fever, then he vomited blood. His complexion was extremely bright, like a peach blossom. Nobody knew what was wrong with him. Jaina, you probably know that there are many illnesses that neither the Holy Light nor herbs can cure."
"And then?" Jaina asked eagerly.
"The Priests at Northshire Abbey tried everything they could, but to no avail. The boy's illness dragged on for more than half a year, and he finally died. With such an important young man gone, no one knew what to do. After discussion, they decided to find a boy of similar age who was familiar with his routine to replace him. Since I had been taking care of that boy, this task fell to me."
At this point, Uther revealed a mysterious smile:
"That's life. Good fortune can strike unexpectedly, and you can't stop it. In the third year after I took that boy's place, a strange, eccentric man appeared. The Priests of the monastery held him in high esteem, calling him the spreader of Holy Light, a great Prophet. Strangely, even after I became the Lightbringer, I still couldn't figure out his identity. The moment he saw me, he said I was of immeasurable nobility, a person who would one day influence the Destiny of the entire world. I found it amusing. The person I was impersonating had such a distinguished identity—the son of the Guardian Aegwynn. Wasn't it inevitable that he would influence the world?"
"Unfortunately, that person didn't recognize me as an imposter, nor did he know that a dead boy had ever existed. He mistook me for Medivh and carefully handed me a book titled 'The Holy Book,' authored by A'dal. Who was A'dal? I had never heard of him before. The self-proclaimed Prophet told me that A'dal was omniscient, and only my noble status qualified me to receive the Holy Book's blessing. I found this even more laughable—omniscient, yet unaware that I was an imposter. Since receiving the Holy Book, although I couldn't understand a single word, strangely, the Power of the Holy Light grew stronger day by day, and I gained the favor of the Naaru of the heavens."
"Very good!" Jaina smiled with satisfaction. "You can tell me the whereabouts of the Holy Book now."
Jaina tossed the Ghostly Mask to Uther, Uther caught it and quickly put it on. Sure enough, he transformed into a different person, and could change into whatever he wanted.
"Jaina, the Holy Book resides in Northshire Abbey, but I must remind you that the Holy Light is a noble power, and only those of the highest rank are worthy of its blessing and the favor of the Naaru Holy Book. If it weren't for the establishment of the Orcs internment camp, this book should belong to Prince Arthas. Although you are a princess of the Maritime Kingdom of Kul Tiras, your status is far from illustrious enough; you should not expect to gain any power from the Holy Book."
"Thank you very much, Uther." Jaina smiled charmingly. "How did you know I wasn't here for a Prince?"
Jaina then opened Portal and left, leaving Uther completely stunned.
"Being able to transform into any kind of Ghostly Mask will make my life Restless Souls spirit much more enjoyable."
Uther donned the Ghostly Mask and wandered aimlessly through the Plaguelands as an ordinary ghost until he arrived at Darrowshire, the gathering place of the Undead.
In Darrowshire, Uther encounters a lovely Undead girl named Pamela, which reminds him of his own daughter and evokes a deep sense of sadness within him.
"Why can't I transform into a little girl? Who says an older man can't have a girlish heart?"
Uther was suddenly struck by this strange idea. Although he found it absurd and laughable, he could not resist the drive of his desires. He came to the vicinity of Darrowshire and settled in a manor that had been destroyed by war.
Amidst the dilapidated ruins and crumbling walls, Uther, using the Ghostly Mask, transformed into a cute little ghost girl, lying in wait for adventurers to arrive.
From then on, Uther called himself "Little Sister Pamela," taking pleasure in teasing and playing pranks on adventurers, bringing countless touching moments and memories to the adventurers in the Plaguelands. He was like a little Demons, enjoying the happiness that this identity brought him.
Garona, fresh from her bath, radiated stunning beauty.
She smiled and looked at Prince Anduin, who was standing to the side looking slightly embarrassed and shy, and ruffled Prince wet, messy hair.
Prince Highness is still young and his male characteristics are not yet obvious. There is nothing wrong with bathing with a trusted female elder. Over time, even the guards who accompany the Prince have become less vigilant.
When Garona approached the Prince with a specific purpose in mind, she carefully cultivated their relationship. The two, who were "completely honest with each other," quickly became confidantes who could talk about anything. Garona was a highly skilled spy; her words and actions were very tactful, subtly changing the Prince's perception of her.
"I can't understand Father," Anduin complained, dressed in a loose bathrobe. "Aunt Jaina is so beautiful, and Thrall, the Savior, is so kind. Why can't we cooperate with the Horde? The Lich King Arthas killed his own father and slaughtered all of Lordaeron. We should fight him."
In the young Prince's heart, there was only simple good and evil; he couldn't see through the conspiracy hidden behind it all.
Garona simply smiled and did not join in the Prince's complaints; she had to find the right balance.
"Mrs. Angel, people say you are the most powerful diviner in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Do you think I will become King?" Anduin asked anxiously. Although he was young, he already had high hopes for the throne.
Garona deliberately feigned a sorrowful expression, a hesitant look that successfully piqued the Prince's interest. She then patted the Prince's head again.
"Prince Highness, the future is not predetermined; it is full of unknown variables. I have seen countless Timelines, and sadly, many times, you are not King. You travel far and wide as a peace envoy, speaking out for the peace of Azeroth, but people only watch you indifferently. To become King, you must..."
"Only what?" Anduin asked hastily.
"Power. You must acquire the power to influence the world," Garona said solemnly.