I am so very sorry to force my personal trials here on the public
boards, but those who have the power to see justice done, have refused
me the right. So, after many hard years, I bring this here for all to
see.

I was voted into the Secretary of Internal Affairs position in the Guild
of the Druids, winning by only one vote (over the very worthy opponent
of Hawk). I had not asked for the position, but was nominated by someone
else so when I won, I accepted it with joy.

For the next few months I worked hard, organizing patrols to watch over
the plants of the lands and groves of the forests. With help from
Chammilla, Evantiser, and Tristark (my excellent aides), I was able to
plan social events trying to bring the Sentinels and Druids together. I
worked hard trying to implement fair and yet serious policy to ensure
the guild grew with safety and wisdom. I did none of these things
perfectly, but I did them all with a clear conscience, serving Nature
and the Druids.

And then one day, I tracked to my husband. And there was a dear friend
with him talking. It was merely hours after this fateful tracking that I
was cast out from Oakstone, enemied from the forest, stripped of my
Secretary position and probated. All with -NO- trial whatsoever.

I was horrified and shocked. No one asked me a thing about why I was
standing with Shade and my friend. No one said they would give me a
trial. I was just punished as if I were a criminal and humiliated with
only the secret word of some 'divinity' who was not even truly present.

Crushed, heartbroken and bleeding my very spirit, I quit the guild and
sought some comfort in solitude. And if you have spoken with me since
these days, you will know that I have found none.

No one has made a move to rectify the situation or even apologize. I
have had one apology from an Oakstone hierophant since their enemying of
me. And I am ever grateful for that one who asked me my story and dared
to believe the truth.

So what do you want, Violet? I can hear the question being asked among
others of course. What do I want? I want my life back. I want all of
those tears returned to my soul. All of those sleepless nights restored
to my life-cycle. I want all of the lies about me refuted and my name
cleared. I want the last few years of my life back behind me. I want my
position, my dignity, and my Guildrank restored.

And then I have to laugh. Because those things are not possible...they
are gone forever...and here this is what I am left with..nothing...

Oh, but I do have something. I have the assurance of the character of my
true friends. The comfort and freedom that comes from grasping hold of
what it means to be strong and independent and full. And even though I
ache inside when I am reminded of what was stolen from me, I can breathe
in the air of resiliance and steadfastness and know that I am innocent.
Thus Utopia is born...

If you understood what I have said on a soul-level, expect a letter
soon.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Scarlatan, in the year 299 AF.