When one story ends, another begins.

The sound of vials and clattering can be heard rustling around in the early hours of the morning in the sleepy pastoral settlement of Arcadia. Countless physicians and doctors wearing the armband of the once Kingdom of Londo can be seen transporting medical supplies and goods from the clinic they worked upon, whisked away to their chief medical directors manor- and then moved from there. Standing among all them, laced in gleaming white and gold vestments, a familiar figure to Arcadians can be seen directing her staff. Speaking in a calm, cold tone. Her platinum white hair refracted the sunrise off its sheen.

Quote: “Today is the dawn of a new beginning for those under my wing, those who have been by my side- learned from me and grew into wonderful followers of our practice. Together under nearly forty years of blood, sweat and tears- my friends, my companions and my coworkers have saved and rebuilt countless lives.

 Be it through the power of miracles, the use of mundane- or absolute perfection of the basics; our clinic has thrived and even grew to what it was today.

 When I had arrived after the destruction of my kingdom- Arcadia had welcomed us with open arms and compassion, taking in my people with naught much left but the clothes on the back and what the brave soldiers of Londo managed to save.

 From there I perfected the arts of Curia, learned from the progenitor of the ability Sasha Cron and using my teachings I returned in kind my love and passion to those of this sleepy settlement. 

For who can understand loss better than a kingdom built upon it? Those from all of the lost cities gracing its walkways, building back what was shattered, stolen from them.

 But as time passes on, and things age and change- so do the faces and the leadership- as those once who gave you a guiding hand step back into a well deserved retirement. Of that I cannot complain.

 What I do not accept under any circumstances is disrespect. Which leads us to today.

My dear co-workers, family and friends. We leave today not because we have grown to dislike our home, we move today because we can be better used elsewhere. Its as clear as day that we are not desired.

 Through my demotion- a position handed to me by Svengalf himself as proof of Londo and Arcadia’s companionship, to the dismissal of my adorable granddaughter, who wanted nothing more than to be a priestess at Koretheia's side. Should these be the only transgressions? I would happily put my pride to the side, for it has never been about me. But this is not the case.

Through inaction to act upon their own laws- violence breaks out under the boughs of Solais, ‘Allies’ bring in prisoners to assault Arcadians in front of the eyes of others, with no repercussions for said actions. Just angry smoldering words. 

The once regularly held town halls now hold ear to only a select few, appointed not by the people but by a select few with no council thereafter.

 I'm aware of the bureaucracy, the schedules and the constant besetting of those against my free time as I was a Queen myself. I understand the struggles and the problems that come with it. But this is unacceptable. I will not allow us to turn the other cheek and ignore this any more, for ample time has been given. Months and months in wait for a response.

 Sweet words can only go so far my dears and darlings, we won't heal Meranthe sitting idly here any longer. And for that, to those of Arcadia- my dear friends, those who had put faith in me even after discovering my past ties as a witch. I bid myself farewell and hope you hold no ill towards us, for our lives as mortals are short and there is still so much to do.

 Through the virtues of Kindness, Understanding and Respect- may Jiuweihu bless you all.

 Until I am dust, until I am in her arms once more.”

- Queen Fulumi H. Thorruhn