Letter from the Ottar’Khan

Ottar’Khan Transcript for a time to reflect

I carry it to now. The spark of the Prince in my chest. Many new skills are now allowed to me. Ancient thoughts are awakening within me.

That I am is an overcharge that I will master for my prince. His work has absolute priority.

It seems to be within the realm of possibility that I once was. That I once bore a name: Myrania. Deep in the core of the essence is knowledge to which I have access. It speaks of Myrania. of me? The nice of Prince Valar, daughter of Sephistikos. 

Can that be? Sephistikos, the great explorer and creator of the Black Ice and Alvinikos his brother an alchemist, were they not absorbed into the essence? Wasn’t it me? Is it me? What about Prince Valar? Is he aware of it? 

Hypothesis: Prince Valar is different from the essence, made me different. His spark in our chest the name of change. 

What is my Prince planning, my on…no. I mustn’t. I must.. I have a purpose!

So I will fulfill it and continue to grow the essence in the container. My prince shall have it. I will breed pure hatred for him as a weapon! Hate and pain we will bring.

But I fear something else ist stirring. I fear in me mourning for what I once might have had. Perhaps it is another weapon..at last a secret.