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You are blessed indeed, my children, to have been born in the Blessed Realm. Away from fear and sorrow.

Those bygone years in which we huddled in fright around our campfires are so dim, not only because of just starlight but because of fear, fear that surrounded us, enveloped us everywhere.

The starlight did not protect us, as the light of the Two Trees does here.

You think you know fear, when you look down from a tall tree and see how far away the ground is, or when you smash a finger in the doorway. But that is not fear, compared to what I have known.

The times of fear, when clouds obscured the sky and no stars could be seen! When the cold wind blew, carrying the mysterious sounds of wailing that made one quake and shiver! But most of all, when the Hunter galloped by, and when one realized that a loved one was gone forever.

May you never know true fear, my children. May the worst fright be diving into a lake, or something as innocent as that. May you never experience the pain of losing a loved one.

Sleep, my children, sleep, free of fear and darkness.


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