Duiran -

Who are you anymore? I do not recognize a Council when I look toward the
forests; I see only a city. A city. It nauseates me.

How did you come to this place? Was it my fault, when I took Feral Will?
I do not know who to point the blame at, only that you are not what you
were and few, if any, seem inclined to change this.

How do you change it? I do not know. Even if I were Feral Will now, I am
not certain that I could make a difference because you do not want it.
You have lost sight of what your place is.

What is best for the fight against what is unnatural, destructive, and
corrupted sometimes hurts your feelings. Life is not all happiness and
butterflies - there is pain, struggle, and sacrifice.

This, Duiran, -this- is what you have forgotten. I do not know what the
answer is - I beg of you, find it. Return to that which you are supposed
to be. It is within you. Somewhere.

A. Aquila


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Variach, in the year 413 MA.