4 Years. I'm sorry the wait was so long. I was in a bad place when I started this and writing has always been a means of escape. When I get better, I stop writing. When I get worse, I write. It's a strange thing. I can't guarantee that what I do now will be anything better than before. I have forgotten details and plot points and am much too horrified to go through nearly 63,000 words because I cringe if I read a single sentence from before. (Oh, god, why didn't I proof read better? Oh god, I wrote that?)

But, here it is.

I want to finish this story. For myself and for the 70 or so of you that have waited and messaged and begged for me to continue for all these years. I do this for you.

Atra esterní ono thelduin. Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr. Un du evarínya ono varda.

May good fortune rule over you. Peace live in your heart. And the stars watch over you.

See you soon.

-Cadhla