Dark tidings once more,

First off, I'd like to state that I have no clue who you are, Jem. Which
means you are nothing and inconsequential.


Secondly, you speak of the Taint when it was controlled by Kethuru. By
doing so, you show that you know nothing of the Taint now. The Viscanti
were victims when the Taint first created us. Do you think we would live
as ever recovering weaklings sitting in sickbeds? Apparently, the Lighth
as blinded you, my dear, for you cannot see what is truly before you.
You state that those of the "Light" do not condemn the Viscanti, perhaps
you need to go speak with Your Lady on Her feelings toward my race or
are you saying that your Lady is not of the Light? That would be more
accurate. You say that it is the purpose of the "tainted ones" to bring
others into our fold. Is that not what everyone does? Those of Celest
wish to bring people into the "light." Those in Serenwilde wish to bring
those who love nature and hate cities to join them. Finding likeness and
common feelings between people is a part of life. Wake up, child. You
speak the words of a naive schoolgirl who knows only what her teacher
has taught her and knows places and people as pictures in a text book.
You think we chose the easy path? We were tossed into our way of life. I
do not question why I was born a Viscanti from Magnagora. I take pride
in my heritage as I pray everyone does for their own race. You take the
Light for granted, Jem. Question your surroundings and learn from what
you see. In modern times, the only tribulation your city has had to deal
with is Magnagora wiping the floor with you and your "light."

I will not speak of honor in response to your wild statements, because
it will seem that I make petty remarks. You follow your Mistress and I
follow my Master. You are transfixed by the light off her blades while I
am submerged in the flame of history and knowledge. Grow up, young one,
and place behind you your naive beliefs of light and dark. The only
crutch in this realm is the belief in innocence that you people hold to
so tightly.

I do not fault you, there is a time when all children must grow up. I
pray that that time for you comes soon so that you may fall farther into
ignorance.

Count Brona Feyranti

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Kiani, in the year 105 CE.