Today is a day I have long dreaded. Defying the Royals was one thing, my rebellious trip through the lower regions, but finally I have committed a taboo too great—soon, I shall be hunted, nay, I am even now, and exterminated like the lower insects with which I have… let us say, for lack of better terminology, conspired. Yes, I suppose it is that, for rebellion is not an accidental sin.
In that light, then, I endeavor to leave here the secret to this betrayal, that someone may come after me and find it, taking action upon my last words. Perhaps not last… I do have tricks up my loose sleeves. Perhaps I have been leaving extra hints in my journal as well. Perhaps that is intentional. And perhaps, O Femien Sinaar, you are the one who has found this. Perhaps I have known for a while, and taken measures to ensure a mildly satisfying revenge. It is well—take the book, and see what comes of it. But never mind this feverish rovvol trail of thought, O reader. I may not be entirely in my right state of mind.
As for these secrets . . . it all began before I descended, when my histories remained in processing at the Royal Court. And the first betrayal came from the family of one of the Royals themselves, and it spiraled outward from there, taking the lives of two of my own kind. Thus I rejected all long-held reverence for the Royals, removing myself from the Court with respectable reasons. Before my disgust could boil up to the surface and land me in grave trouble.
I, Enta Kuln, scholar of the worlds Above and Below, have renounced the Royals in these great depths, severing all ties. I know the consequences. Will they find me, even should I stay where I am and move not an inch right or left? I believe so, but there remains a possibility that I am too deep to reach, too distant from their powerful influence . . . and only time will tell. But I will flee, for the possibilities that await an Untied in the first ever event of continued severance are . . . enticing. May my works be a beneficial contribution to the world, encouraging the flourishing of mortal societies whom I will soon join. Or may they burn eternally. I care not.
Send the Taiyoths, O Kings. Send, and we shall see who finds the other.
The writings of Enta Kuln are ended.