My God, if you knew me in my first life, you and I would not agree. I achieved greatness by stepping over everyone and everything in my way. The fact that I was stepped on and put down by them all until I made it to the top was irrelevant. It does not justify what I had done. Hating everyone that wasn’t like me made everything easier for me, even slaughter and rape. I was nothing more or less than a cold hearted monster and I died nothing more or less then a cold hearted monster. I committed war crimes, hate crimes, and unimaginable atrocities with enthusiasm and pride to the point that I was executed as a condition for a peace treaty with every other race in the lands except one. Sergals have been hated and demonized by our race since we discovered them, yet against our kind you fought for them. You stood for equality, liberty for all, and you fought for peace. Lord God, if you knew me in my first life, you and I would not agree. You knew this in your first life, and yet you idolized me. You saw not what I was or what I had done, but what had come from me. My legacy, the Iron Ram Knights. The only Knights Order in the Northlands that had ever accepted mixed breeds of our race. Even though I never did. You took that to heart and decided that you would always seek the good in everything and in everyone even when it wasn’t there, and so, you saw what our people believed was the worst and you asked why. Why are Sergals hated? Why is their magic feared? Why must they be destroyed? Those questions wrought you my well deserved fate. A fate you did not deserve. Then, the Kingdom of Heaven herself gave you a second chance and put her faith in you. You used your second chance to finish what you started and now all the races of the Lands live peacefully with one another. There are no more Northlandish Fennecs in the Northlands and there are no more Southlandian Sergals in the Southlands, but you should be proud because those extinctions paved the road for the rest to grow and to build. To work together. To live together in peace. There has not been a single war on our homeworld since then. Still you believe you failed. I have traveled the Multiverse and have seen entire worlds of Northlandish Fennecs living in the north, the east, the west, and the south. I have seen entire worlds of Southlandian Sergals living in the south, the east, the west, and the north. We are not extinct. Sergals are not extinct. You did not fail. I have learned that no species truly goes extinct in our Multiverse, because there is a Wyyvern for every single one of them and that Wyyvern carries their soul through the Void to see countless generations. You did not start this. You did not create any of it, but you do stand for it. You serve it and do not ask for anything in return. Oh my dear Lord, not a day goes by that my entire first life does not haunt me. I do not deserve the fate I have been granted. I do not deserve the new world I now call home. I do not deserve the loving husband with whom I have settled. I do not deserve the unborn child for whom we now wait. I did not deserve the second chance I was given. God, I know you find yourself unworthy to be called God, but I cannot think of any other way to describe you. For I have come to idolize you. I am your faithful servant and will come to you if ever you need me, even though we both know you never will. Edward Michael Dimir, in your name I pray, never stop believing that people like me can become more than what they are, as I have become more than I ever dreamed I could be. I will always believe in you. Thank you for everything. Amen.

-Sarah Iron, Lord of the Iron Ram Knights-