We remember the dead, until we forget, but the Ivory Dove does not forget.
Andreia, The maid of iron.
Her fortitude, unparalleled.
She’s the strongest person I know,
and she’s stopped all interlopers
for the longest time.
She’s been bestowed many titles,
Called the Forge-of-days, the Caligine, and
the Keeper-of-Roads, among others.
Laetitia, the maiden of knowledge, her mind was Dantalian and Alexandria, all knowledge written with unlimited precision.
Her prudence was without compare,
her words saved us...
She saved us all too many times...
And yet, when the time came,
I couldn’t save her.
Titania...
Ah, why did you have to be so lovely?
You were the first crack on our system...
The reason we are were we are now.
The agent of temperance,
but the snake and apple made that title lesser.
I suppose I should’ve done more,
I should’ve searched for a replacement,
I was supposed to destroy you,
but even now, with our desire shared,
I could never bring myself to do so.
Done looking?.
Certainly, you might understand a little more of our situation now,
dear traveler.
Your heart...
It’s ours now...
At least I hope so.
This way, please.