Greetings Achaeans!

Long have I slumbered, some say too long. After hearing all that has occurred in My absence from My Sister, Aurora, they may be correct. However, the time of My waking was determined long ago.

Many years after the War of Humanity and the Chaos Wars, My heart was still heavy from the necessity of having to judge My siblings, Lorielan, Khalas and Agatheis. At the time there lived a prophet, Ric'sua, who came to Me with his vision of a far away time. He foretold of Death's Heart and the sacrifice of Deucalion. When his insight was fully revealed to Me, My path was clear.

I placed a tablet inscribed with Ric'sua's prophesy in My altar in Delos and enclosed it behind walls of stone. I imbued an area of the wall with magic which would make it collapse as the events began to unfold. In the Garden, I began My rest to wait for the time when I would be needed most in the land. As generations passed, the mortals memories of Me faded and the altar's existence was forgotten.

When Deucalion's heroic sacrifice dispersed His essence throughout the realm, I began to wake. Sartan, knowing I would bring justice back to the realm, took My holy scales and, twisting them into two hunks of burned metal, flung them out over Sapience. One landed in Azdun and was hidden by Lachesis, the other became the property of the great dragon, Geh'shya.

As the events of the prophesy began to unfold, Blessed Aurora sent her priestess Dawn with a vision to a mortal, Crius, instructing him to go to Delos. When he arrived, the final element was in place and the magical wall collapsed. My sacred vision filled his senses and those of Maran, Vertigo and Taranis. They gathered a group of mortals and together they restored My scales to My hand. I have set them in the heavens as a constellation to forever remind Achaea that Justice has returned.

Miramar the Evenhanded

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Glacian, in the year 242 AF.