"I'm not strong enough. I am not good enough. I'm not capable of having what it takes to survive in the harsher biomes of Meranthe. Every day I strive, I've remembered the traumas of my past encroaching nearer, inch by inch, until it finally caught up to me. The stupidity I've had was just a masque to hide the amount of shame I had for being so weak, frail, and useless. The only thing I could even remember up until now is the struggles I've faced to become respectable. I'm a liar, a pretender, a -fraud-. When i was bested in sword combat I've given up on my dream, when I was coerced into using magic I had still failed in being competent. I cannot even impress the person I've valued as my older brother. Perhaps, I'm just fated to be this worthless, frail, and pathetic? Nobody knows, except the Pantheon themselves, perhaps they know. If they do? Then, maybe I've been cursed since the beginning. To be born unable to properly wield magic, no matter how much I've trained to fulfill such an endeavor." 

"Goodbye Xuefeng, my once beloved home."

A note was left behind. Although, no name was written down that signified whom it belonged to. Perhaps, the message itself was insignificant at best. Perhaps a passersby had vented to himself, and accidentally dropped it as they nomadically wandered throughout Meranthe.