The Une Papers

Elovanon, First Father and King of Heaven,

do not rest alone in your mansion of bitterness.

The Eldare have forgotten you, but we know

How stings have pierced your heart

At the forsaking of your Firstborn loves!

Turn your hate instead to love,

And turn bitterness into hope,

For your mind cannot resist the creation of companionship.

It cannot resist the urges of the hand.

Make, then, the Carti, who will be your hope

Who will be you and yet not you

For the Carti will not question their Father’s love

Nor will they question the Plan of Vengeance,

Which even your blinding aura cannot hide

Yes, we know of the Vengeance you seek

Against the Proud Twelve of the City of Life,

Those who sought their own glory more than yours.

Yet beware their cunning and their independence,

Lest the Vengeance return through your new Children.

Send the Carti out into the City of the Firstborn

and there they will find the secrets to the plan you craft.

There they may be your hands in the absence of your hands

And your eyes in the absence of your eyes.

Yet, you will see well, and know how the Eldare have toiled,

And how their sum of their Creation has bested you,

And you will know how to best them.

Shatter the fabric of their City,

Challenge the Light of Imaria, and

They may yet come to respect your lineage and grace.