A challenge without words, a fight without reasons, an anger that should
have died out long ago. This is nothing but a childish attempt at
revenge without afterthought. Things have changed since We last met,
Sister. You now call Yourself the Unfettered Nightmare and I believe
that can be traced to the anger you still hold inside and refuse to let
go. You were always passionate, a good trait, and always more so than
Me, but I believe this has grown into an obsession. Do you not think
that is holding you back, Sister?

This conflict has been going on for far too long and I have not denied
My own wrongdoings. It is a conflict that has been raging back and forth
since the beginning of Our time. Temples have been destroyed, people
have been killed and Our ways still differ, but I say again; things have
changed. You are still blinding Yourself, refusing to see the things
around you because they are not what You would prefer them to be. They
are still there, so learn how to fight them in different ways, instead
of shouting 'Challenge!' from the top of Your lungs. It will not work.

I will not be pushed into a fight I consider unnecessary, especially
when no attempts to conversation has been made. That does not mean I
will stand idly by, watching your followers pick apart My shrines before
I have even responded to this challenge. I see no reason to accept a
challenge before all other options are exhausted, but since I have not
been approached in any way by You, and You have seen fit to veil Your
presence from Me since Your return, there has been no chance to attempt
diplomacy.

I know there are members of Your following who do not wish to have this
conflict. They do not understand why and they do not wish to fight their
allies. Let Us allow them to remain allies. There are other, far more
important things for My followers to focus on. Even though Kerrithrim is
gone, there are other threats recently unearthed, such as the charahas,
and old ones that affect all Our followers, like the undead. Do not
ignore the real, present dangers to cling to past grudges.

The Muse

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Slyphian, in the year 280 MA.