Darona,

I have long known your grasp of numbers to falter... Now it seems memory itself has turned traitor to you. You hold fragments of truth but wield them as weapons, twisting them into shapes unworthy of your hand. It was Cyrene's soldiers who stood openly in Narcisse, lending their arms to Eleusis. In fact, I personally enemied a few of you to Ashtan for this very reason, and later I rescinded that decision. Under your banners blood was spilt. You were consumed by the dream of conquering the world, and in Ka'doloki you slaughtered people. Even now, you continue to kill the innocent. And now you would stand as the world's warning? You tell us not to trust the Queen, yet you do not explain why we should place our trust in you.

Whatever the Queen does, it is not without purpose. It is the consequence of what you have sown, and a herald of what is yet to come for you and your tritons.

You sowed the wind. Now you will reap the storm.

The Storm does not heed clamour, nor is it swayed by hollow speeches. It does not hunt shadows but carves dominion. It endures when all else breaks. It is not stilled by the cries of mortals.

Set aside your noise. The Reckoning will come whether you name it or deny it, curse it or plead against it. When it falls upon Cyrene and tritons, it will not be my hand you face. It will be the will of my Lord. His will is absolute, and His judgment final.

Maedhros


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 986 AF.