We will visit each other. Share the burden. No one will sit alone again.
She stopped, pressing the tip of the quill lightly against the page before continuing, her writing growing firmer.
Do you see what this means, Vael?
It means I am not sacrificing my life to a stone chamber. It means this is not an ending. Someday far from now, yes, but still someday the weight will be divided. The work will be something we can endure together. I will not be the lone keeper of the world. I will be one among others.
Morwen carried it alone for two centuries. I will not have to do the same. The design is being restored. The circles are rising again. The work is becoming possible.
She leaned back slightly, flexing her fingers, then finished.
Hold the kingdom, sister. Keep watch over Selene. Use Hels
