Lisaera,

The only thing different about Raven is that he now prefers to be called
Crow. He otherwise is exactly the same as I remember him. So too does
the forest of Glomdoring which was once known as Gloriana look as
magnificent and beautiful as it did before, thanks to the success I had
of remaking it. I have no idea what 'illness' you speak of, for I feel
stronger and more confident than I ever had before.

It is becoming more obvious to me, Lisaera, that you are jealous of what
I have succeeded to do in Gloriana--or the Glomdoring as it is now
known. You were always so smug, so self-righteous, so conceited in the
old days that you cannot stand that Viravain, who you had looked down on
as little more than a spec of dust, has done so much. Yes, I see it now,
you are greedy and wish to keep the fae for your own little pet forest.
I can see right through you now! You cannot bear the thought that little
Viravain has come into her own! And what makes you so special anyway?
Because you were so prominent in the old days? Ha! I have not forgotten
the Elder Wars! Did you really betray your lover or did you just make it
up to save your own wretched neck? I was always suspicious! When the
traitor Fain was exiled, we should have forced you--his whore--to go
with him!

I will find my own way to awaken the spirits of Glomdoring! And I will
speak to Maeve myself and see how you have poisoned her mind against me!
So, petty Lisaera, you can heed MY advice now! Stay away from me and
mine! Do not cross me! Do not advise me! Do not even think of me! For I
surely will no longer think of you!

Viravain

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Roarkian, in the year 114 CE.