The events which followed the return of the Legend begin to blur which each and every passing day, just like my time spent wandering throughout this vast, and seemingly infinite space. The things that I have come to know and hold close ever since the exile, are nothing in comparison to what was lost during those days, and so still I am haunted, despite now learning the truth, despite now accepting closure.

The void that once consumed me has been kept at bay ever since the return, however I can feel something much greater and much heavier seeking to seep it’s way in – for the fire that we once built have now certainly burnt out, and now I know I must begin to seek out embers once again, embers to in hope start one final fire, that will lead me through this coming darkness – that will lead me to the end of this all.

You speak of a light that you’ve reached, and all I seem to know now is of shadows that I have long since resisted. For their rising and their burnings throughout all of these ages past have long since taken a toll on me. I know now that I can no longer pretend that I have the strength, nor the will to reach where you now reside. My stomach turns violently as I struggle throughout this place, now filling more and more with shadows, ready to descend – and both you and I know for a certainty that this must be fought on my own.