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[Merci d'Rue]

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Dear Journal,

I met a young man in Serpents hold this day he was a handsome fellow. At least to my eyes he was, his build showed strength, he carried a sword. Much like mothers, and it made me long for home seeing the way he carried himself. We chatted for a while and he was quite shocked it seemed when he heard that I was from Umbra. He actually seemed to pity me for having been raised in what he termed such a dreadful place. I almost split his guts open right there in the tavern. Yet my fathers sense of casualness kept me calm. After all he was raised virtuous poor soul…

I expressed to him some of the views I had been taught in my homeland, my hopes were that he was intelligent enough to keep an open mind. He seemed reluctant to believe the truth about the virtues and the unification of the shards, the massive amount of death that would bring…... His name was Mathew, and he had a shock of white hair, it made me realize that I preferred darker or brighter haired fellows. I was so used to seeing Varrius’s blood red locks, or the blue of my brothers unruly hair, and of course staring in class at Tyranis’s dark braid, long and… But I digress.

Mathew in the end, seemed to begin to absorb a few of my ideas, yet I suspect it was more nodding and staring at my chest than agreeance. Much has changed, I suppose, I am not the girl I was, in fact I would be so bold as to call myself a young woman at this point. Men have quite often underestimated me of late and received a swift arrow to their hearts for their lusty ways.

It is odd to leave home and find the view of Umbra so different than what it truly is. Yet it doesn’t matter, this is what I train for. One day Umbra will be viewed very differently. In any case it didn’t matter in the end as I walked back to the ship Mathew accompanied me and asked if I would want to go on a picnic tomorrow. I turned him down, not so much with words but I think the sharp edge of the small dagger I had produced from my belt made him realize more clearly what I was. He looked up at the tall mast of the ship that we stood before and I saw his eyes flicker over the black flag for a moment then back to my face. It was sad really cause I could see all hope drain from his face as he realized he had not found the sweet obedient loving mate he sought. Instead he had walked smack into a pirate.

Mathew, my friend, I loosely call him, readily handed over his possessions, I took his sword and the rest I tossed aside. I wanted only the sword, for it made me think of home, my family, my friends and yes Tyranis. I wet it with blood, Mathews blood, and I felt better than I have in months, not quite so homesick. I am going to send it to Tyranis, I paid a messenger to deliver the package to the War temple. I hope he likes it, I left it preserved as it was the dried blood still shone upon the blade.

The note said simply: To Tyranis ab’Arawn, Prince of War
You are in my thoughts,
Kelei Kilana, Dread Arrow, Queen of the Seas..

Indeed a childhood joke but still, it made me feel good to call him so….
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May destiny guide you...