Lost and misguided,


In your recent posts, I have kept my tongue between my teeth and endured
your deranged attempt to insult the great City of Light. I, who have
stood with you, spoke for you, during the your outcast from New Celest,
have oft sought friendship with you, but no longer.

You have casted down your birthright as a Merian by taking on a hollow
shell of a Viscanti, yet still unpure for you were not born to it. You
are merely a mutated and weakened Merian warped by the foul powers of
the Taint.

Your sense of duty. Your born instinct of purity. Your gifts of wisdom
and honour borne by the Holy Supernals. All discarded because of what? A
petty vengeance rampage for your infantile tantrum.

Your echoes of duty bound to your new liege, the scouring wasteland
known as Magnagora, comes into form as simple threats to molest the
simple and innocent creatures of the Realms of Faethorn. Yet to nought,
for your weak dents to perpetrate against the Fae and to the Light,
strengthens us with new fervour and we seek daily for respite.

Insults written by the simple scribes for the public eye shows the
mangled worm that you have become, from the mighty warrior of the Light
to a lapdog for an ill-begotten power.

I remember you as the fighter who would sacrifice all, even your pride,
to the honour of the Light of Celestia to repulse the Taint. What has
changed? From a simple dissent caused by our fair city upon your Lord
Lacostian, whom I respect amongst the Divine, and your outcast due to
several rash misjudgements, you have caused yourself to against all you
once believed and trusted to fight against and backing the same power
your once fought against?

You state you possess no fear. Fear is the result of the great power of
imagination. Imagination begets maturity, change and improvement. Yet
you have stated against this - I pity you.

So misbegotten child of Celest, aberrant son of Meridian, in all that is
the Light, I cast you farewell.

Friend no longer.

Until the day you return as a lost child of the Light,



Aebrin



Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Estar, in the year 110 CE.