A Letter From Yaira
Yaira reflects on her state of being and recent events
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Jen & Sylvia Soska
For generations, I managed to avoid detection on this world. Solitude was my shield; I kept to myself, wary of the inevitable truth that anyone who grew too close to me would meet an untimely end. A few sharp-eyed citizens recognized what I truly was, but time has claimed most of them. Life here is fleeting—beautifully precious yet heartbreakingly fragile.
I once dared to love. For a brief moment in this distant place, I found happiness I had never known. My warrior husband, Gorm, and I built a family together—a joy I never thought possible. But the price of joy, I learned, is pain. I buried Gorm and our seven children, each a painful reminder of how fragile mortal life is. Though they were my kin, they bore none of my gifts. They lived mortal lives, beautiful yet brief.
For years, I believed I was alone in what I am. Then, I met her—Stephanya. My descendant. My heir. She was like me in ways I never thought possible: fierce, defiant, unrelenting, and powerful. She was everything I longed for, a kindred spirit to break the prison of loneliness I had built for myself.
But Stephanya’s power was the spark that led to my downfall. Her outburst in a moment of desperation revealed our existence to those I had sought to escape. Three Visitors came for me: Yanessa, Yantoni, and an old acquaintance, the Black Sorcerer, Magus Nuummite.
Yanessa, driven by ambition, sought to prove her worth through my capture. Yantoni, her devoted follower, believed every deceitful word she uttered. Both met their end at the hands of Hekla’s power. But Magus Nuummite? He was far more formidable. Our battle should have been my final one. Yet, here I stand, haunted by nightmares of my family perishing in fire, unable to stop the destruction.
Magus Nuummite’s revenge feels justified. Once, I considered him and his fellowship my family. I betrayed them. I betrayed him. Were these nightmares his final spell or the weight of my guilt unraveling me from within? I never intended to survive our battle. Death would have reunited me with my family in Gorm’s Valhalla. But I was saved—not by chance, but by a purpose greater than my own.
Neptune found me. Like me, he is more than mortal—a god in a world unfit for such power. He could have left me to die but instead granted me a second chance: a suit of armor and a path forward.
Yaira is dead. She exists only in memory. I have shed that identity, leaving the past behind. Now, as Dr. Sally Rodell, I have a purpose: Atlantis. It waits for those bold enough to seek it.
Will I find you there?
Perhaps my days of solitude are finally over.
