I have no recollection of who I am, or who my parents were nor do I know
what path they followed. It is all an enigma to me.

I beseech You, Goddess of Mystery, to shed some of Your wisdom that I
have been searching for since I set foot outside of Loom Island.

Allow me, just a humble little girl to tell You a small story that I
found myself stuck in. Mayhap my life is meant to be short, maybe long,
that is something I do not know though I am compeled by the disturbing
hypocrisy in this world to ask questions that my parents were not around
to answer for me.

While in Loom Island I was given a task to venture to a city to buy some
mutton to a kind man. I did so quietly, and returned to him with the
mutton, he was kind enough to let me keep it. This city is known as the
city of Light, or in other words the city of bright individuals, elite
if I may add. I made a mental note of that fact and went on my way.

Later on, I was asked to choose a city that I wanted to stand for and be
a citizen of. So, as I was instructed before about the maps, I pulled
out my map and started looking at the world. I noticed Bloodloch.

Goddess of Mystery, Bloodloch was a dark mystery to me. I decided not to
answer the question until I gave the matter some more thought and to my
luck, the leader of this city was walking around about her business so I
stopped her to talk to her. She was nothing short of a wise woman
herself and very respectful. She spoke of deadly creatures that eat
mortals in her city, named Indorani, she spoke of honourable Knights in
the city that lived by their sword and word. She spoke of minions and
entrouges that baffled me. I made a mental note of that and went on my
way to find someone in Enorian to talk to.

I spoke with young citizens that had no hand in politics and they seemed
oblivios to the nature of their city, the light I suppose is what I was
told they worship.

Later this day, I met a young man that has decided to give his will to
the secrets of darkness and become a Thrall. I met this thrall through
the Colloquium of Cognates and asked him to tell me about his House and
why he chose to give up his mortality and the protection of the Gods. He
told me that he found little honour in the mortal life. That sentence
alone went straight through to my heart and almost killed all of my
thoughts and observations, so I decided to make even more observations!

Later on I saw him slain by someone from this city of light, named
Hyeil. Feeling somewhat friendly to those of the light as I liked their
preechings thus far, I presented myself to Hyeil and asked him why he
killed my friend. I found a response that I was not expecting, in
disrespect I was told to shut up when I offered a simple solution to his
problems with my friend. I was somewhat offended, of course, but I
decided to keep that fact to myself and made a mental note of this
incident.

I listened to a lot of people shout, a lot of them from this city that
preeched about faith and truth and honesty and honour. I found hypocrisy
in what they do, they preech of good will and wet their hands with the
blood of the innocent and behave even more arrogantly than mobiles I
have met.

I beseech You, Goddess of Mystery, help me and those that are lost like
me see through this. Please?

I noticed that the meaning of becoming a Vampire is to forsake the
shelter of Your Divine Grace, but the Vampires start out from hard
working researchers that study enough to give up the dishonour that
people like Hyeil do.

What path does one follow then? I have a lot of respect for You and
other Gods and especially Lord Varian for creating us mortals and
blessing us with a mind to use and a body to shelter our minds. I am
forever greatful to this very fact, please do tell me, what part of this
mystery is true?

Those of the city of Light act like what they stereotype a Vampire is,
and the Vampires act like noble individuals as what those of the Light
should be. Why are things switched around?

I am a simple dame, of Your creation, guide me?

Sula

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Haernos, in the year 145 MA.