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KAHLI I’ve been stewing and festering and just angry. I’ve considered how to begin to enact my revenge, but I haven’t been able to find any suitable victims yet. I have been hovering within the forest by the cliff for days now, happy to escape the yelling and screaming and overall bitching of the newcomers who just coming and coming and c o m i n g. The rain was unbearable here, and I couldn’t even transform long enough for the pain to be worth it, otherwise I would be haunting these woods like the ghostly woman I could be which had its perks with the whole rain-falling-me-right-through-me thing. Whatever. But now, this is where things begin to get interesting. Like the rain had begun to whisper, something urged me through the forest. I could hear voices echoing through my trees, real voices, not some weird apparition like the voices I’ve been hearing since the beginning of this trial or whateverthehell it was to fix these stupid horseshoes. I step through the trees, remaining in the shadows, watching them flock. Some appear to be dragged by invisible forces, others follow diligently, and others creep meekly behind. Like I said, it’s interesting, because for the first time since being spat out here, they seem to be moving with some sort of purpose. So I shrug my shoulders and begin to move with them, curious to see what they are being called to, and remain hidden for as long as possible before I must break free from the treeline. Some huge amalgamation forms, dark and glowing and ominous, and a corner of my mouth twists into a half-smile. Whatever that thing is, it has a certain flair for the dramatic, and it looks as though it’s going to deliver final judgement. Perhaps this will be a good show, after all. This guy is snide and critical, and I love it. And then, there it was. It was confirmation, affirmation, pure righteous condemnation, as the god-king placed blame of the deicide upon the shoulders of these newcomers. It was their fault. It was proof. He casts his gaze over us, the loyal remainders of the once beautiful Rift, and again a smile spreads over my lips. Teach them. Oh, I could teach them. I could show them a whole new world. I could show them the pain and suffering and torture instilled upon us when they had killed our gods. I could pluck their feathers, crack their horns, break their bones, show them how cruel and unforgiving this place had become. I would be more than happy to become a teacher for the masses. It would be my honor. I look out over the crowd, noticing how many children mingled among the crowd. Wow, had there been some sort of orgy before the end of the world? Regardless, it is perfect for me. I just need to gather my students, and then the lessons can begin. God help anyone who disrespected the queen

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