Artemiss

[bumbleebumblebee]

You won't be coming, will you? I don't know what happened, but I felt it-- the mana within the feather you gave me, fading into nothing. 

A tether cut.

Your presence lost.

So much has happened since the other artists and I arrived in Meranthe. We've made friends, earned a few enemies. We've learned of the land, its people, its culture. We got stronger. We discovered a trace of her presence. We did everything we were supposed to do.

Yet, you never came.

I was even arrested once, a funny story, one I'd meant to tell you.

Cordelia has found someone. Someone far better than the man who created her. I'm happy for her. Truly.

We watched a goddess die.

It was mesmerizing, beautiful in its terror. A spectacle of divinity unraveling before us. I heard her last song, a song that inspired, a song I wanted to sing for you. Varrach, her slayer, he was one of the first I painted, here. I wanted to show you that, show you, how much I'd improved.

But, it seems these songs won't be reaching your ears after all.

The last of mine, and Cordy's work, that'll ever greet your eyes, are the crude creations left in your possession.

Things weren’t supposed to be this way.

But, I'll endure.

For, if you were taken, we will save you.

If you abandoned us, I hope we never find you.