The days of exile seem to have worn heavy on you, old friend. Your
memories seem to betray you, and so you seek to lay blame on someone.
The Ignihawks of old disbanded, one by one, when we could've changed. I
didn't know why, but I stayed. Ryax left to Stavenn, as did you. Sani
turned on the very council we had tried to change. Raekyn and Indica
left for Stavenn as well. Kraeyn and I stayed behind in Celidon, doing
what we could to carry on what you had started. Kraeyn eventually delved
into a deep slumber, unwilling to continue our mission any more.

I did everything I could to have us win, so we could create that strong
Celidon we dreamed of. Our losses of contestions were a lack of
coordination, a fault of us all. I did what I could for Celidon, as I
watched all of you leave. And oh, how at times I was tempted to go with
you. But yet, I stayed, deteremined to shape Celidon into the a strong
standing council.

I had trusted you, and the rest of the Ignihawks. I waited for all of
you to return, but I was betrayed. None returned. No one came to help
achieve the sacred goal we fought for, strived for. It was not I who
left, but you. You and the rest of the Ignihawks.

And even today, you threaten Celidon, the council we wanted to change.
You wish to attack us, and take this by force? So be it. We'll meet on
the battlefields. And I'll show you exactly what I've been doing in
Celidon with your absense. Your glaive will be pitted against my spear,
Iriaen. We'll see who's been doing what.


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ultio, in the year 541 AD.