The sixth question a traveler is likely to be asked in a number of different ways both when they are away and when they finally return home is "Was the journey a difficult one?"

Now, as when I told my story nearly three centuries ago, I will say yes.

While I have not gotten and will not get the justice for my people that I've craved for so long, I have lived long enough to see the young ones throw off the yoke the First Ones have placed on them and tell them where they can shove their endless cycle of war.

I've lived that long and no longer.

A Lurker who had mistaken my vocal dislike of the Vorlons as my being a Shadow sympathizer has managed to do what the Carthaginians, the Egyptians, the Celts, the Visigoths, the Anglo-Saxons, the Chinese, the Vikings, myriad alien races, the French, the English, the South, the Germans, the Japanese, the Indonesians, the Russians, the Dilgar, the Mimbari, the Shadows, and the Vorlons have failed to do. It wasn't due to any skill on his part however. I've been ready to die for a long time, and with the Vorlon's gone, there was nothing holding me back.

I held on the longest and I was the last, and you'll never see my like again. If your children hear the ancient fairy tales or read the accounts of prominent fantasy authors and ask you where all the Elves have gone, odds are that you won't have the answer because you didn't listen.

Yes, the journey was long and arduous, and now it's over.