#// It's called racism Shiverah

[dragonballnewstar]

{{ To Shiverah!

Be honest, do you ever get compared to Frieza and if so, what do you do?

"Tsk, being compared to that fool. If I ever was to be compared, the poor soul would clearly be blind. But, I am nothing but merciful and would have to correct their ignorance, no? Lest they continue to live their life in that bleak blindness."

[nadialosse]

Sept 2nd, 986 AB (Nov 23 986)

After being teleported to the Shiverah region, sitting in their make-shift cave, staring at the dimmed Elven Castle.

I need to go back to the castle. So much has happened since I left, and it’s only been just over a month… Everything that I have done since I left has ended in ruin. I feel as if leaving the castle the way I did, everything I put my hands to on my journey ended in chaos. My dear Fiona, who was like a big sister to me, died. Marco is lost, and I fear something bad surrounds him. I met up with some amazing people for whom I care dearly now, which is the shining light of my journey. But along with that is the release of Lashul, which is solely hanging on my impatience and insolence of going to that forest alone. The whole world is going to pay for my choice that day, it already has… So many towns have already been destroyed. In every battle I faced with my dear friends, I feel as if I have been a burden more than an aid. Everyone has to protect me. Silvyr has come to my aid more times than I can recall, as has Arcana. Since meeting even more of this extended group, Leo, a good friend of Marle’s, has done the same. Marle… The whole reason for leaving the castle, or at least that’s what I tell myself. Partly, I wanted to go, to see the world, to do something unexpected… But I did want to find my sister more than anything. To bring her back. To aid her in restoring Sivneal into the glorious place it should be. To end this racist, classist, and awful time. But as I have come to learn… She left of her own free will. She chose to leave. To leave our Father. To leave her home. To leave me… Upon learning of her choice, my quest is null and void. There is nobody to bring back to the castle, as she chose to leave. There is no wrongful exile to fix. Therefore, I must go back. I must do all in my power to amend this civil war. To send aid to the Halflings capital, all available elves, to rid the world of Lashul. He is an elf. Twas I who released him. There is no way elves can escape taking responsibility for this. My decision is made, my course it set. I will return home and meet my Father and do all I can to fix this world.

I fear for myself, but I will not let that stop me. I have a feeling I will not escape this trip back home, one way or another… I know my Father well. He will want me secured, safe, guarded… With those restrictions in place, if another assassination attempt is made… I don’t know if I can protect myself. With Fiona and Marco gone, I do not know who to trust any longer. How deep does the seed of rebellion lay? How deep does this racism go?

I plan to leave this journal with my dear friends. I do not want it to get into the hands of someone at the castle, to damn any of my loved ones. It contains many private thoughts, but feel free to read it. Though I will have no way of knowing if you do or not, lest with meet again.

But I fear that is unlikely.

I hope you all get this message. I cared very much for all of you, even those I did not get to know well. I heard about all of you. What did they call us? The Paragons of Fate? Something of that...

I fear this is goodbye.

Silvyr, Arcana, Tau, Gli, Oren, Leo, Lars… I enjoyed my time with you. I wish you all the best of luck. I will miss you. Let my love be with you.

Silvyr, if you’re reading this… I think I did it again. I swore to myself I would be honest and not go off alone, but I think I broke that oath already. I cannot let you join me, however, as it would put you in too much danger. You need to go back to everyone else, to protect them, to defeat Lashul. I believe in you. I’m going to leave you some of my items, if I get a chance... They will do more use in your hands than mine. The mirror... The mirror was a gift from my Mother. It saved me once, from assassination. I hope it can also help protect you, in my stead...

Arcana, I am sorry that I could not help you with your unique problems. I wanted to. I wanted to save you more than anything. I am sorry.

I will do all I can for all of you.

-Nadia Losse