I know many of you may hate me, and many more not even
know me or of me, but please take the time to read this
and if you do, I thank you.
An occurence happened to me recently, I was slain by
a squire of the light. Attacking from hiding he killed me
for what crime? None, save that of where I live and who I
follow, my race.
I am a pacifist, I don't kill people, I will defend
myself and my friends, but never with letheal force, and
never with the intention to consign that persons soul to
eternity.
What is it about people in this realm that makes you so
willing to consign others to eternity? To look down or
even pick up and take another person's, someones mother
or father, a son or a daughter, a husband maybe or a
wife, still steaming body and offer it in morbid sacrifice
to what ever god they hold dear to their hearts.
Do dreams never plague any of you? When you kill someone
they die, their time in this realm over. I have had the luck
just now of one of the aspects of fate intervening for me
when this paladin killed me. Had she not, I would never
again see those I loved, I would never get to breath
the sweet air as I fly, nor smell flowers or taste food.
I would be dead, would that paladin even care?
Does he even know what he has done, does he see me
as merely a name? I've a life I've lived, things have
happened to me, their are people who care about me. I've
never done any harm to him, in fact this was the first
time I had ever even seen him, though I did not see him
until my soul was floating, reft from my body, not yet
gone to eternity.
Why must things be taken so far that you take them to
the point where they can never be taken back. No matter
how much I try, I cannot take someone else's pain if you
murder their beloved. You have scarred that person for a
lifetime, until they too meet their death. Is it right that
anyone can do such a thing to another for no reason other
than hate.
What allure, what power, what strength do we give hate
that we allow it to control us, to make us murder others,
to allow us to make a child cry. To betray those who were once
friends. We dislike, we say look tainted scum, or look a
zealot of the light. To dehumanize, to take away their
identity, to make them less then a person in our eyes..
If you have an enemy, honour them, if you must kill them
do so, but do not forget the consequences. For them, their
loved ones and that girl who was looking at him with eyes
and just that day had finally worked up the courage to ask
him if he felt the same.
This life you have, it is not some game you play, those
around you are not toys or uncaring beings, they are flesh
and blood, with souls and feelings just like you.
Please, don't ever forget this. What you do, you may
never be able to take back...

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Klangiary, in the year 116 CE.