It had often been said of me that my temper was my most marked quality. Frustration and anger were never things which I ever found myself able to hold in - watching my husband die, watching the destruction of the forests by those who wished nothing but more land to build their stone prisons which they called cities..

One thing which I could not be called is patient.

I remember losing Pengolod, and becoming so enraged that I crossed half the world to kill that one ogre.. I remember throwing things and breaking things as a child when I would argue with my brother. I remember often finding myself in arguments where my enragement often got myself into more trouble than I could
handle.

I remember being alone, being saddened, watching all those whom I held dear being ripped away from my life. I remember walking the forests with no comfort but my animal companion. I remember the few moments of true joy in my life.. watching my son, and finally seeing my beloved husband again.. seeing them meet, and coming together. Seeing my son return home, and at such long last being able to see that I had a real family. A true family! I had wanted one since watching my father die as a child... since becoming little more than a melancholy wanderer.

I remember hearing my sweet son telling Pengolod and I telling us about overcoming his own anger.. and the one who told him,'anger betrays you'. Why could I not have learned from the words of my own love? Why could I not have known better than to let such continue after even Adaemir was able to forgive?

The argument was a typical one. An idle insult to Kisah which I could not overlook, a remark of the Queen which I found most disturbing. I spit at the man and returned to my home, determined to stop visiting that damned place now that my son had returned home.

I did not expect the man to follow me. Later that very day, at the Elkhorn where I rested and watched the crowds and my own family as they gathered, her figure appeared in the doorway, his eyes fixed upon mine. I stood, and stepped to the doorway, and the man lifted his hand to slap me.

Of course, as has always been the case with my life, my anger not only filled me, it overcame me. I pushed the man out of the doorway, and up to the northern end of South Blue Myrtle Way. I screamed at him, tried to pin him to the ground.. but he proved to be stronger than me. It was as if something protected him..

We chased eachother through Kisah, each taking our own advantages, until finally the man pinned me into a corner, and stunned me.

I felt my life slipping away.. and through my mind floated all of the pain which had ever become me in my life... then all of the joy which my family had brought. I slumped down against the thick trunk of that tree, one of the many which comprised the Quinthellean, and I felt my eyes slowly fall to a close as at longlast, after finally having found my peace again, it was done, and I had found my end.