Written by: Qeddwyn, the Wise
Date: Friday, March 26th, 2004
Addressed to: Spitfire Rosalind Ai'lyne, Wind Walker
Rosalind,
Your words seem to have the venom of a viper. I am not taking sides in
this event. I am merely waxing poetically on the loss of one of the
great products of this Divine Contest. It is because of the Grace of the
Lady Lleis that the trees will never be destroyed permanently, for She
gave them the gift of Rebirth, but I suppose that is a story for another
day.
Regardless of who runs the city now and what they have done in the past,
the physical city of Ashtan, the thing that Lady Iosyne created for all
mortals is about to be destroyed. You will have to forgive me if I
simply wish to present the history of how it came about to all of
mortality, so they might learn a little more about the world they live
in.
Qeddwyn, Last of the Ankyreans
Penned by my hand on the 16th of Variach, in the year 125 MA.
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