It has been many, many months since the events of the trial in Shallam
told all of Sapience what truely happened on that dreadful day when the
second box was opened. Yet here we stand at nearly the same place we
were when this all started. Yes Dresden was finally removed from her
minister position. But Charlotte still clings to hers and Ryvern is
still Sultan. And yes, the war is still here though it has turned cold.

Understand that in life Fate gives you windows of oppurtnity. When she
does this for you, you must leap through said window before the chance
passes. Shallam currently has two windows open that it seems be content
to allow to close.

The first of course is the war. You now know that this war was wrong. It
was fought to protect your corrupt politicians from answering to a
horrible mistake. And you paid dearly for their mistake. Hashan is
sympathetic towards this. You were used. The fact that it came to war
wasn't your fault. That being said you must understand that we will
continue this war until such a time as those who were involved in the
catastrophe that was wrought on our beloved town have been removed from
office and suitable justice is served upon them. Though the war is cold
make no misunderstandings, it can thaw in an instant either towards
peace or back to a violent blood bath. And the longer you delay in
meeting these highly reasonable demands, the more chance that the war
will erupt violently grows. You have the power to end this. Not a select
group. You the citizens elected those who are in office. Cry out
"Enough! End this!". Those who say no, replace. Rarely in life will you
find something as cut and dry as this. It is not complicated. It is not
beyond your means. And if you feel that it is, then you need to
seriously look at how your government is set up because it has taken the
power from you, its citizens and placed it in the hands of a select few.

The second window is the oppurtunity to learn from the mistakes that
brought you to where you are today. Understand that a great deal of the
troubles brought down upon Shallam were born of ignorance. Ignorance of
the world around you and ignorance of what those you elected were doing
to you in closed door sessions. Look not at the smoldering hole that was
once the Bascillica in despair. Look at it as the greatest oppurtunity
the church has even known. The symbolism is staggering. The walls that
confined you are gone. Do not retreat back behind new walls. Go forth
and learn. Go forth and see the world as it is. Learn about the
different Gods and Goddesses. Understand them for what They are. The
world is not black and white. Its also grey, and purple, and red, and
green, and probably some very odd color that I can't even begin to think
of for Eris...but I'm sure it will be unusual. But anyway...understand
that the world is not Good vs Evil. Yes its there. But there is so much
more to the world. Send out missionaries to learn from those around you
and to teach them about yourselves. Do not withdraw into your own world
again. Do not put faith in what the few tell you. Go and see. Go and
learn. Go and nurture the world. That is what Good is all about. To hide
behind the walls of a town, to put blind faith into your leaders, to
follow them no matter what they tell you for fear that speaking out will
bring retribution is not Good. Its Evil.

It is true I am a dreamer. No matter how hard I try to look at the world
through the eyes of a realist I fail. And my dreams are not for
everyone. They are my own. But Shallam seems to have lost the will to
dream. To believe that they can be greater than they are. That they
believe that they have always been the underdog and will always be.
Beliefs are powerful. They are very difficult to change. Dare to dream.
Make your belief an idea. Ideas are fluid and can change. Good deserves
to be a wonderous idea planted in the minds of the young. Just as evil
is a wonderous idea to be planted there as well. Life is about choices.
Let the people choose what is right for them. Be that which will give
Good a voice. Evil is a single horrifying voice that drives the strong
to their knees. Good should be the chorus singing to uplift them.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 292 AF.