Once upon a time, I sat and listened to your stories.
You, who my mother trust to care for me and my siblings.
You, who I looked up to, once upon a time.
The havok you caused, the chaos, all for everything
you once told me you held dear.

My dear cousin, cousin no longer.
Die many deaths and any that defend you, meet
that faith. You have more to make up for then
burning some forests. Your family, friends,
all those that trusted you. Gone now.

Yes, there is a faith worse then death.
You are in it.

Wylliam

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Variach, in the year 163 MA.