I write these words down in my imprisonment for this is a crucial fragment in Elder history.

Hekate was released from the great burden that had so angrily clung to her and ate away at her. She once again became a goddess, filled with glory and triumph.

Shiva went to Ocher, living his life to the fullest there. He became highly respected in his profound views of the world and theology.

Danu returned to Ireland, where she told the story that Hekate had told her about the Twins of Legend, Nicholas, Perenelle, the Elder Race and the Dark Elders, and so much more, to an Irish author in Dublin. Then she returned to the sprawling hills if the green countryside where her singing is heard throughout the hills on sunny days.

There is little more to write about the story of Hekate. The Dark Elders are still out there, lying in wait, but now they know that they have one more enemy to look out for: The Goddess with Three Faces.

And so the story of Hekate lives on through this manuscript which I so fervently write. I will cast it out when I finish writing this last page into the red waves, where it will drift for all eternity until finally this Shadowrealm breaks down and all that is in it is destroyed. But I have put an interesting enchantment over these pages. They will not fade away with my prison, but will exist in the World of Man until a humani finds it. I am sure that only a humani will find it for I have put the same spell over these pages that Abraham the Mage cast over the Codex.

The sun is low in the crimson sky and the full moon is rising soon. I will travel to the other side of the island to cast this into the ocean by moonlight and return by morning to this very same spot.

I am not sorry for what I have done in the past to be place here. I have no regrets; save for one:

I wish I could have seen the humani rise in power. I have heard it was a splendid thing to watch, and my only regret is that I was not there to witness it.

But the world will carry on without me, but I cannot carry on without the world, and I suspect my days are numbered. The Elders do not wish to waste their magic on me, so they are going to destroy me and this Shadowrealm.

As I speak, fire is raining from the sky, and death is slowly staking its claim over me.

I do not fear death for anyone can die, but living…now that's the real challenge. And I hope I passed.

I do not think there is a heaven for creatures like me. I do not enter the same hall that the humani talk of in their religions.

For I am a creature of blood, and so into blood I shall return…..