Literature
60 years gone..
Private journal of Celia Walker, High Priestess of Ezrulie Today, I watched my old and dear friend, Queen-Mother Katrionna, laid to rest with full honors in the royal crypt. Many speeches were heard, including from her son King Corban, who reminded us how Queen Katrionna led the kingdom into an era of peace with a strong yet gentle hand. Many praises were given to the late Queen, her husband Prince Samail, and so many others. But I noticed two names weren't mentioned at all. I know the reason all too well. Someone worked a long time to cover her movements, and I keep smiling as my sister keeps erasing her own name from the history. I have a feeling my dear sister was there too. I know she walks different paths from us nowadays, but she was once close to Katrionna, her most loyal advisor over the years I knew. She would be around today. I felt her presence in Katrionna's room when she finally passed. Maybe my dear sister will grant one last visit to me, when it's my turn. I'm not
