*A note, the parchment smells of flowers and salt air*
The clerics here assure me this bird knows the way to you, though I know not how. I myself do not even know where I am. The last few turns are a blur. I recall feeling out of control, lashing out at friend and enemy alike. Then hopeless. The only way to protect those I loved was to flee, knowing this madness was about to overcome me completely.
I wandered aimlessly, eventually so consumed by insanity that I didn’t even know who I was. I woke in a small chamber with light streaming in, and the friendly faces of these few clerics who now minister to me. I am extremely weak, practically like a newly hatched initiate again. No longer can I call on the power of the Gods to bless others. I pray they will allow me to regain my profession when I am well enough.
In addition, all my gear and belongings were lost along the way. I probably threw them right out! Thankfully, Telmacha’s beautiful book-dress is forever imbedded in my mind. Hopefully she will be able to recreate it for me when I’m allowed to return to Valorn.
They tell me this madness will descend on me again. Their treatments can only keep it at bay for three cycles at most. I must return here – wherever HERE is - every few cycles to have my blood cleansed of it. I’m thankful to be returning to my senses, but it is it bittersweet because I can now recognize the foolishness and selfishness of my actions.
My dear friends - and especially my Twilight family - I am sorry to have caused worry, pain, or distress. I grow a bit stronger each turn and hope to be restored to you soon.
All my love,
Valya