winds from the east billow into my bedroom window blowing out the candle in the glass. I feel chilled and full of trepidation as the sounds from the hills tell me they are here and that it is time. I have known for awhile of this day and though having not dreaded its coming, I haven't really relished the moment either. It has to be this way; it's preordained. So who am I to buck the system?
It wasn't as if I didn't get fair warning or didn't have enough time. I had a fast go at it and it was time for me to go. Behind me I will leave a child not completely grown though a full twenty-two and my beloved companions. I will take nothing from this world with me as there is no use in the next for such treasures. I just wish it wasn't "them" and I wish they hadn't been around to volunteer. I don't really know if they had and I could think of a more suitable approach to my end than to use an instrument to which I consider myself "kin" to as well as fond of. My friends of the wood will carry out the vile deed and it will be told I will be reborn unto their flesh and "never really gone from this world" but you and I know better don't we? The chances of people realizing the other worlds to which we inhabit without the added aide of death are slim and very few save our own kind who are even in touch with the creatures that exist there at this time. As ethereal as it sounds it gives me great comfort to know that I still can taunt and smack the back of your head when you need it, and it gives me greater pleasure in knowing you will feel it and possibly even hone that skill so we can converse with one another when the timing is right.
I can smell them near now and knowing this day was upon us I sent you away. I didn't want my last memory to fill you with visions of macabre and gore. It won't be a pretty sight unless you're into that sort of thing and I have requested that my brother be the one to make the pivotal blow that surrenders my body back to whence it came. He has assured me of this and promised swift cause, and I have bade him to spare me nothing his enemies for I would rather a noble end with a bit of fight in me. I even reassured there will be words spoken to make sure he makes good his task. I only hope he forgives me some time later when he stops to think upon it. I know things I ought not and some have been quite useful and I can make and enemy faster than you a friend and I can make a friend out of an enemy and vice versa too! I want this one last fight. The noblest of Wamphyrii and Wamferani locked into a death embrace. Two brothers, two sisters, two siblings in a painful union where only one will survive. Above all else I want you to love my brother and your kin and to see this is as it was always intended to be. I must fall to pay for the sins of my father and you, my blessed child, will be a new generation along with kith and kin to which will go places only the winged and clawed dare dream of. I will be there and so will he and we will make room for you at the stone to sit and sing and enjoy meal and grovel in the moon's grace. I have no more to do this world and only to wait for you in the next. No sadness or tears or vengeance. You have so much to do and I will be watching you. Be proud little one and be strong!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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