You speak of the Spirits. I have heard the tales of your people; the
Spirit Skies and their eternal wars. You may agree with me when I say,
the Spirits truly fill these realms with life beyond comprehension; in
the form of Diachaim, in the form of devotion, we may not be sure. You
may also agree, that magick indisputably makes it presence known in
these realms--whether for good or ill is objectionable, as is often the
case. The very forests are held in magick's sway; and thus, as an
irrevocable part of Aetherius, the Spirits have also been touched by
magick. Some, perhaps; those that we invite to our Wytchen totems may
seem more agreeable. Nevertheless, we rely on the same Spirits, the same
notion that they touch our everyday conciousness through our rituals,
your prayers.

You speak of the hardships, the treachery placed upon those who wielded
magick. But note 'wield': power and disgrace existed long before the
breaking of the moons. It is this 'malignancy' that seems to be placed
in the same sphere as magick. Whatever the Empire's intentions may be,
without their dark arts, I'm sure it would be no different.

You speak of your village. As the histories say, the plainspeople of
Aetherius were forced to fend off the Horde and other attackers with no
other assistance. I have grown up in the same uncertain circumstances. I
know, for certain, Anhir has a particularly hardy Spirit that protects
Its villagers well. As a Wytch, it would be dastardly, for any of us, to
ignore Its graces, lest Bi'Bax slay us in our dreams! Know that no
matter how you stop me, with mace or angel, I will come to Anhir's aid
as the Spirits will it.

With such a common thread, it seems hard to believe so strongly in the
force of Corruption.

Respectfully, with much realization of my youthful ignorance,
Eir, Apprentice Wytch

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Artificium, in the year 471 AD.