Prayer

Priest-Kings,

I do not ask you for guidance. I do not pray from my knees. I stand in the shadow of the Black Sardar at this, a moment of truth. I speak to you directly. Understand that I do not ask you for permission at this juncture, for any endeavor I choose to undertake. Understand, too, that my transgressions are not directed at you, but at those claiming to speak in your stead. I ask that you do not take offense. I do what I must. Do what you must. I do not fear you. I will not bow. I shall defeat those presuming to be your emissaries. I will not stand by while this fable of fate unfolds, accepting all without question. It is with a clear conscience that I move forward. Mark my name.

Lo Szol, Civititas Aria.