You reminded me how to hold the blade.

You taught me not to fear death.



I was just a girl by the fire.

You made me a fighter.



Brother.



My brother.



I called for you at dusk.

The valley swallowed your name and gave back silence.



I painted myself in ash.



I howled alone.



Only me echo greeted me.



There is no rite for this.

In history some searched for her stolen sons.



But you?

You were not taken.

Away from me.



Who will I fight by my side now?

Who will speak my name when I am fallen?



You were my torchlight.

Now I stand in the dark.



The circle is broken.

Your seat at the firea" cannot look at it.



I cannot.



Go then.

Go into whatever called you.



But know this:



Part of what I am,

you made.



Every scar.


Every hunt.



You.



The path to Eleusis is still there,

And I...



Your shadow,



your little sister...



I will keep the fire burning.



Until you remember the way home.

Go, and remember.

Please.

Remember.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 992 AF.