Elwen vanwa dineth*
The last weeks have passed in distressing contemplation and exploration of the aether for substantiation of your presence in Calethria and your abiding comfort and weal. The possibility that I will never again attend upon your musical presence drowns my conscious in the surety of pain and suffering, and buoys my fears, haunting any attempt at serenity through prayers, blasting my focus and bearing. Only frozen rage shines in the corners of my hopeless soul, icy embers casting dim light to fight the shadows of the demons who have destroyed my world.
I have not recounted the most disturbing tales recounted to me in our journey to the dirty port of this barbaric land. Shock has given way to disbelief in turn followed by horror and now perhaps the death of hope. Only the prospect of revenge offers any relief to the aching misery of my convulsing pneuma.
What purpose in writing a journal of hope and exploration to those who may be lost to the bounds of time? I know not any such worth of action, and thus I have left these pages blank instead of inscribing the ghosts of my tormented wound. Never did I think it would be you who may be lost to me, and the new found affliction of the intellect haunts……..what blithe words to assume that only you may have suffered the unknown fates of my death if I had failed, and I reap the bitter crops of my arrogance.
A resolution I have formed, to begin anew what tragedy has delayed. Perchance this record may never be seen by any that I love, as the ashes of our people weigh heavily on my being. I will instead write forever more of the power I will seek, the treasure I will attain, the alliances I shall form, all in furtherance of the vengeance I shall take upon those who destroyed all but the shell of my life.
For those who captured me so long ago, for those who impersonated my presence, destroyed my prince and father, who conquered, deceived and ravished you, my beloved heart, I shall wreak destruction. I will reign fire and ice and horror upon their dominions until no rumor of their existence persists, wiping them from memory of all. I will dedicate my long centuries to the seeking and destruction of the demonic hordes of Belekai and Esmaraum, before obliterating all remaining trace of these evil creatures.
For those who may never read these words, why do I burn with such purpose? The master spy Dre’thius, may his spirit writhe in the winds of damnation if any word spoken were untrue, relayed the news of long ago. That Belekai, disguised as my being, lay waste to my princely father, lay waste to you, my heart, crushing the most powerful of our people, and the less mighty as well. I yearned for it to be untrue, because how could I have been captive for such a magnitude of timeless passing without memory, without hint, but the clues provide mounting evidence of his belief of his news, and his attempts to slaughter me add credence. Other visions and hauntings and encounters with evil support his assertions. My own limited divination finds no evidence of my heart’s presence within this world, although some small part of my being weeps with joy at the divining that your brother and my sister and mother continue to survive in physical being within the boundaries of our once great land.
We have now returned to Darviel Keep, where Lady Blackbird wishes me to swear fealty to her given the news, in hopes to protect me and offer succor to my wounds. We have destroyed many a foul creature during our journey through this benighted continent. So, I will accept her offer, and what balms to my spirit my new friends can provide, and I will build such a power that those who have done us wrong will beg for indulgence upon the altars of their crushing defeat…..and I will grant them the indulgence of death and destruction.
Last Dreams 