So much dust my old friend. I hope you can forgive me for not writing in you for so long. But now the time has come for me to pull you out of your musty storage in my vault and start writing in you once again for so much has happened but it shall not be the past that I dwell one, at least not the far past, though for me the future I have longed for began anew just a little over a day ago, with the return of Him.

My lord, my god, Drakon, has made his trimuphant return to all of us, to his Seekers, though as was to be expected not everyone was pleased by this. After all was said and done, even some of those that purported to be His Seekers, seem to no longer be certain of following the path of Knowledge that He has opened before us. This past day though has truly shown me the way people see me, already a death threat from one of my closest friends, as thinly veiled as it was, and then the accusations from perhaps the one person I thought of as my best friend in all of Valorn, none of them understand what I am doing, none of them understand what I do, what I know. They will soon see the error of their ways once Drakon has ascended and His followers has risen with Him, when we stand besides Him and watch the fall of the goddess and god that want nothing more than to control us mere mortals. They will soon learn, all of them, for Our time will come...