Last month, as the Ashtani were trying to regain the icon territory
back, I heard a loud voice in my head that spoke the same message twice.
The odd thing that scared me was that there was no name to the voice.
What the voice said was, 'IT IS TIME'. This was said on the Lichlord
channel and my head instantly. I blinked once, cried Damn it!, and moved
to an adjacent room. I was promptly summoned to a dark room where I
could not move save rolling my eyes and breathing. Thoughts raced
through my mind, Did I do something wrong?'What time? I dont know the
time!
After a few seconds, a soft glow appeared around what looked like three
doors. To my left was a black door with a red glow that radiated from
the cracks between the frame. In the center, there was a smaller dark
green door, with a glaring white light. To my right was a perfectly
round door, with a knob in the center. Its yellow door was bathed in a
purple light was open slightly. I suddenly realized that there were
three paths in my life similar to this. At first, the thoughts were,
Which girl do I marry? The Heralds way or the Crusaders way? (This is
referring to a path in the Guardian house) Do I serve my purpose as a
serpent? As time went on, I started drowsing when a large shout rang
through the room. TIME!.
I woke with a start and glanced around the room. Suddenly, a portrait
appeared on top of each door. Over the black door, I realized I was
looking at a portrait of Lord Shaitan and Lord Apollyon. Over the green
door, I realized I saw Lady Artemis, the terrible force of nature. Over
the yellow door, a portrait of Lady Tarah and Lord Pentharian standing
at the Gates of Shallam was displayed. On each door, a name started
standing out. Letter by letter, the black door read Lichlords. On the
small green door, it read Arthela. On the yellow door, Lighthawk.
I realized this was a room where I had to make a choice between my
childhood, my family, and my current life. The first door held my life
when I was younger. I thought back to the days when I was a Serpentlord
with my father, dashing around Sapience holding the respect and dignity
of a Lichlord. (Quite often, I would also feel the oppression of the
others that have hated this family) The next picture that came to my
mind was that of when I was a Eleusian. Althought the time was short,
the memories spent in my mothers grove, fun friends enjoying a mug of
liquor after a monthly ratting contest sprang into my mind. The third
door brought me the most recent memories. Holy dawn rites, the
Shallamese defense party, friends within the Guardians...
Shortly after the last thought, a portrait appeared on the floor. It was
of Lord Thoth, with His six arms pointing each in a different direction.
As an apprentice within his pre-order, I thought at that point that He
meant that all three ways will lead me to serve Him. I still believe
theres a higher meaning to this that only I can figure out as I get to
know more of My Lord.
As I sat there listening to the voice scream TIME over and over again, I
saw the doors move slightly. The center green one was getting smaller
and smaller until nothing larger than my tail could fit in. The yellow
door with Lord Pentharians portrait opened a little further, washing the
black doors frame with a tint of purple. The black door seemed to get
larger as it tried to impress me with its gloomy red glow.
A sudden change came over me as I realized that Ive been living a life
unworthy of recognition. My path was filled with criss-crossing beliefs
that I never really thought about. I was a heretic living a life that
was against my family, my childhood, ME. As these thoughts grew in my
head, the black door seemed to reach out to me. The other two doors grew
to the size of peanuts.
As the door loomed upon me, I stared up high at the knob, realizing that
I had done a lot of things that were against this path. Suddenly, a
mighty voice shouted FINALLY, ILL OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR FOR YOU. I found
myself able to move again, and I walked through the dark red hallway the
door lead to, it reminded me of Mother Mayas temple where all the souls
walk. Someones portrait seemed to be upon the walls, and I pictured them
to be myself.
At this time, I suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, except I was
both blind and deaf. I knew that the experience was real, but a nagging
thought kept suggesting that I was dreaming. Once my mindseye was
working properly, I asked Bilca for a gate back to his icon area, and I
headed back out to the main world, to face my problems with a strong
start.
So... here I am. If youre reading this long post, youll probably find me
already gone from the Guardians and Shallam altogether. I sadly have
only a little bit of my memory intact before this incident. Most of the
parts explained here are what I know from the past.

To the people Ive known (I dont really remember everyone) - Thanks for
sticking out with me for the last 3 years. I appreciate it. Youll also
probably find me a target to kill after a while, since Ill have already
applied for unenemyship of Mhaldor and a member of the Cult of the
Serpentlords.

To my former "family", the Lighthawks - I am no longer one of yours. Nor
are you my family anymore. Let us end it at this

To my other "family", the Ar'thela - I am also a Lichlord while I am the
son of my Mother. I shall respect those within, but that is where it
ends.

May Death be a blessing,
Dairon Lichlord


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 440 AF.