• To whom who is reading this.
    These are my last words.
    I have watched as my entire race has been exterminated.
    In our overconfidence, we did not perceive the threat.
    That was our ultimate downfall.
    Now I am the last one left.
    To suffer as my race’s existence is banished to legends.
    Our flames will grow cold, our scales will lose luster,
    Our claws will be blunted, and our wings will be still.
    This will pass when I have breathed my last.
    But know this, I will return one day.
    My mind will find one whose soul will accept it.
    The one who will become one of us.
    His eyes will bear my mark.
    Their color will never settle, but be forever shifting.
    He will restore our race.
    To whom who is reading this.
    These are my final thoughts.