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I call upon the power, grace, love, and serenity of my contemporaries, my sisters:

Sherry McGuinn, Sterling Page, Stark Raving, Tracey Folly, The Garrulous Glaswegian, Gillian Sisley, Melinda Crow

From near and far I beseech you. Send to me the Mother’s Light. I need Her to light my way at this hour. My soul is weary and my body is marred with battle scars.

To my brothers in arms:

Charles H. Roast, Jason, Simon Dillon

I beg of you, please. As I lay on the ground this night, caped for warmth, hand on the hilt for the ready, brothern… I am so weary. My arms ache and scream in agony. From sunrise to well past sunset, I have swung my mighty blade. I have injured many, but alas, slewn too few.

If you ever loved me at all, stand the night watch. Encircle me with your backs to me as then you can clearly see the enemy should it try to encroach on this midnight hour.

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The song you believe you hear falling from my lips is no song this world knows of. It is an invocation. I am invoking my ancestors of not so long ago. This battle is making me weary. Come to me in my slumber and revitalize me to my very soul.