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Chapter 27

It's been almost too long since the last time I'd picked up this journal
to write, rather than to read of my own experiences in Thera. The Path of
the LightSeeker has been a long one. There had been times when I'd very
nearly given in to anger and sadness from the loss of my friends.
However, had I done so then, I would betray their memories now. For
ninety years I have walked Thera. First as a Necromancer, a tainted
Spirit with good intentions, at least before my Spirit was cleansed of
the taint. Now, I walk as a changed man. Pure in both mind, body, and
Spirit.

For all my changes though, nothing has ever very easy, and always far
from simple. For years I thought joining the Tribunal was simply a
whimsical decision made out of a mixture of both boredom and a desire to
do something different with my life. I'd wondered for a time if joining
the Tribunal came as a betrayal to those in the Fortress I'd promised to
aid, though I am afforded many freedoms as a Magistrate on my off time. I
am still free to aid my friends, though part of me still wishes to see
the inner walls of the Fortress.

To others who would follow in my footsteps, your paths will be difficult.
There will be pain, anger, and fear. You cannot allow these things to
take root in your minds and spirits. For although you will endure an
entire world crashing down upon you, you must know that the path is well
worth the time and effort. As an official study of the Healers arts, you
need only the desire to do something good with your life. If your
training is purely a destructive thing, turn it to something that would
defend others you meet on your path.

Take the unexpected as it comes as well. You can never be sure whose eyes
are watching, and whose hand is waiting to help you. Though this
concludes the Chronicles of the Lightseeker, my path is far from over.
I've still a greater story to come.

Faenral Daerisse, Guiding Light of Spirits, The LightSeeker Redeemed.