L E V I A T H A N S E A : FAIRYTHING FOR AMB

Do not weep for Ainur, Prince of the Faeries, for indeed he does not wish for your tears. He has been vindicated as only a true soldier can be, he has fallen with righteousness at the hand of his enemy. His life will not continue, for indeed he is passed, but his spirit will forevermore linger within the kingdom he loved so much. The golden child of the Savanylbeth, with hair of wheat and eyes of coal, shall no more wake to find his kingdom greeting him with open arms. He will be interred in the tombs of his fathers, forevermore lauded as a Prince amongst rabble; he is victorious.

And Ainur, grateful for the telling of his story, smiles.

c. Jessers 2003