My Loves and My Family,

The journey back to civilization has been long and hard. My old hands
can barely write this long goodbye I have to say to you.

Many years ago I faded into the wilderness with the promise to soon
return. Each time I returned the news of my old place in this life
seemed to fall deeper and deeper into obscurity. My mind has retained
much knowledge, but my memory falls short, and my eyes can see this
world no longer. My children no longer need me to be a mother for them
as they have little ones of their own, the Sentinels have taken a path
from which they may never return, my parents have since gone on the long
walk into the wilderness never to be seen again. The two people I have
ever loved more than myself other than my children have taken this walk
also. Now it is my turn.

I have been known as the Flitting Hummingbird, Oleander, Peony, Most
Fragrant, and Proponent of Decay. I was one of the many that took Decay
and Corruption into herself in order to cure the Morgun. I followed the
rituals of Chakrasul's Death and Decay as it is apart of nature to die.
I was thrilled at becoming the predator and later on prey in the cycle
of Haern's, Eadha's, hunt. I reveled in my first dream sequence that
Omei granted me and my first visit to Her garden with my first wife. I
loved everyday of my service to the Sentinel's as the Secretary of
Nature and Secretary of Internal Affairs. I never had any cubs of my
own, but every cub and lion I loved and nurtured as much as I could.

My children have granted me the greatest happiness. I had and lost many
before them but they allowed me to be the mother I wanted to be. I
regret that I was never able to be a grandmother to their children but I
am sure that they will be raised and handled with tolerance and
understanding. There is nothing more I can do for them but let them go
and thrive.

There is nothing more for me to do here in this world. Maybe one day as
a Sentinel patrols the wilderness or my children walk in the woods they
may find my bones where I have taken the long sleep. Goodbye my loves,
my family, this world. I am taking my long walk into the wilderness, the
desert, the woods, the savannah, the mountains, and the jungles.
Goodbye.

Inaris

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Variach, in the year 265 MA.