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   Artur Lionheart | October 28, 2011 - 07:14 AM

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   Artur Lionheart finishes writing his final letters, and hands them over to Alessandra. "Here you go loyal one. I have never had cause to question you or your dedication to the Princess, or myself. Even with certain...playful indiscretions. Take these to those few that I managed to call friend here. I will take this one myself to Princess Winter. I wish we could spare more time, but I cannot. The window we have is narrow, and I cannot be detained. To many lives, perhaps all faerie depend upon me passing through the veil. Do not dally, and hurry back to the Sithen. I am not going to wait long." Artur turns and holds out an arm to his wife, his love, and his life. He hates risking her, but they are bound together, soul to soul. Should he die, so would she. If she were to die, his would not be long off. He cannot leave her behind, and an army of Winter and Summer was better protection then anything this cesspool had to offer. No, it was time. Time at last. The Prince and Princess of Twilight's exile ended this day. It was finally time to go home.

   A letter is appears to many. How it got there is a mystery in itself, be it desk, night stand, mailbox, kitchen counter. The letter is in the unique ink, the midnight blue with the flare of starlight, the elegant bold hand of Artur's.

   "Friends,

   I regret the haste of this letter and how if finds you, but events beyond my control have brought me to this decision point, a crisis point if you will, some within what transpires in Legacies, and beyond, that requires haste, haste before the opportunity before myself and the Princess closes."

   "Many of you might be unaware, but in the court of the Tir Faoi Thonn, their King has passed away and faded into the west, and the Queen, Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is clearly insane, and is now waging open war in Faerie. Already the Court of Vanhelm has been sacked, its temples burned to the ground, its Sidhe, its demi-fae, its people given over to the Sluagh and Red Caps for rape and sport. All courts among the borders of Winter to this realm are threatened by an army lead by Mab's heir, Prince Cael."

   "All does not seem to be lost. Word reached me this evening that right now, Prince Telfer, half brother to my wife Katarina, and an army from the courts of Summer and Winter alike hold the last open Way, the last bridge between Faerie and here. While their army is large, they do not wish to be exposed, and caught with their backs against a preverbal wall, to be the piece of metal caught between anvil, and the hammer that would be Cael's army. They hold the portal for Katarina and myself."

   "They hold the portal for their now and future Queen, Katarina Mhic Lionheart de Morhban, the now rightful Queen of the Tir Faoi Thonn, Queen of Seasons Twilight. The courts of Winter and Summer agree that Mab, and by his slaughter and actions, Cael, cannot rule. So the war banners have been raised for her, and for her King Consort, her First Marshall of the Sword, her husband, me."

   "If Mab were to prevail, the unbalance it could cost the natural order would be severe, catastrophic beyond measure. It could mean the start of another ice age for the mortal realm, or perhaps a era of eternal growth for all things, lice, rats, vermin, predators, plagues, all vying for dominance with humanity on the mortal realm. Such a thing would destroy Faerie. We cannot let that pass."

   "So we leave now, at the height of Twilight and go forth, to go forth and take up the mantle of responsibility, of duty, of destiny that has been tasked before us. We go forth and fight, for all that we hold dear, for all we love, for the very future. We go home at last to fight for what belongs to ourselves and our people. Pray for our success, for I do not think you will long survive if we fail. The Goddess comfort you and ease you into the Twilight. May the Consort always ward and guard your way. May the last embrace of the Mother give you warmth and comfort, always."

   "Artur"

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