Hello!

My name is Boube, I'm the apprentice you don't like. I have been asked to write this on behalf of the Lady Memory.

You suffer because of you're really stupid. In your delusions, you have put yourself above all others by claiming you are not mortal. She doesn't like that. Remember how you even said if the Divine couldn't kill you, how could I? I remember! And so does She. She's really good at remembering. I want to help Her with that, actually, I think that if -- oh, right. Anyway, this is a situation that you have put yourself in. Luckily for you, She kindly offered you a way to get yourself out of this situation. I wanted everyone to know how simple it is for you to fix this, how kind She is in putting this within reach, and how nice She is. You remember, don't you? Probably not. To remind you, and to explain to everyone your option to fix this:

You need only admit that you are mortal.

Y O U, N E E D, O N L Y, A D M I T, T H A T, Y O U, A R E, M O R T A L.

These are my suggestions on how you should do this:

You are to write this clear as day publicly. You are to apologize to Her for wasting Her time and attention. You are to offer Her a gift of your own craft in hopes of taking one step toward becoming a better person. You are to apologize to everyone you've ever considered less than you. You are to create a picture book showing the events that led up to, and including, your apology (this one is because you're kind of dumb so when you need a reminder you can look at the picture book). You are to ensure the picture book is publicly available.

Now, your other option is to prove Her wrong by simply breaking the curse of your own doing! That would be neat. Maybe you could figure that out. After all, you managed to ensure you weren't my friend, and that's a feat of similar difficulty. She's kind of still mad - not about you, I don't think you have the ability to make Her mad - so maybe this will help distract Her from that, but I don't think you're strong enough or smart enough to do that.

Well! Anyway, that would be dumb. You're kind of dumb so I wanted to repeat this for you:

You need only admit that you are mortal.

Y O U, N E E D, O N L Y, A D M I T, T H A T, Y O U, A R E, M O R T A L.

To summarize: beg Her forgiveness and submit to Her will. Do less if you dare. Don't say one unkind word about Her.


Okay I'm bored of writing my hand hurts and you're not worth any more time.

Boube the Great-to-be

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 14th of Lleian, in the year 0 AC.