15:

Many obstacles have been overcome since I last wrote and ….

I finally remember who I am. Who I was, anyway.

My name is Sparrow.

I lived on a farm, once, with my parents and my older sister, Rose. Those were happier times.

When I was a child, I tried to do good deeds, and help wherever I could – until the day that my sister was taken from me, shot and killed by Lord Lucien himself, to avoid some inescapable prophecy.

Some of the details remain hazy. I expect they always will. There are experiences I have lost that I may never reclaim. The Spire has left me … changed, from the person I once was.

I faced – and killed – Lucien in what he thought was the hour of his greatest triumph.

It was not without price.

The man, Dave, and the child, Rob. I remember them now. I remember the day my boy was born, his beautiful blue eyes – just like mine. I remember, he had his father's face. I remember loving, truly loving his father.

I remember my faithful dog. He followed me everywhere, showing me the wonder of this land.

I think I am cursed. Those around me, those I truly love – they die. My parents, my sister. My husband, my child, even my dog have been taken from me. The innocent civilians, people who look at me and see only the Hero they longed for – they live. They prosper, because of me. And I am happy for them. Theresa asked me to make a choice. It wasn't a difficult one.

If those I loved were brought back with my wish, when next would they die? In some bandit raid? An assassination, perhaps? My actions have not left me loved by all; certainly the bandits and scum I have murdered had families, loved ones, of their own. Their loved ones would want revenge.

No, better that those closest to me stay dead. They'll be happy, there.

I chose the good of the many.