It is time.

We, the Consanguine, stand before a great trial,
maybe our greatest ever. Divided we might be,
but if we want to keep our place in the world,
if we want to survive, we must unite in this matter.
We all share the same Blood, we all greet the night
with affection, we all gain our energy from the
warm blood of our prey.

The time for the choice is here.

It is time to choose the path of our future now.
Either we stand strong and reject this new threat,
or we will perish. Maybe not instantly, but I promise
you that if this threat is not met, our whole race
is doomed.
There has always been, and will always be
weakness, even in our great race. We must at all
cost prevent the weak minded from meeting this new
threat.

For the ones unknowing of this threat, it lies in
the possibility of returning to mortality. There is
still not many who has done this and therefore I
asume we still have a chance. But if we are offered
a way out of our gift, our curse, we will never be
the same. Our fate was eternal, with this threat, it
no longer is. If the Consanguine are allowed to enter
mortality again, we will lose a part of our force,
our powers.

Stand strong and do not get tempted.
The whole world is watching now.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Niuran, in the year 149 MA.