Slimnah's True Telling
I give this true telling to accompany my true gift. Let all who take thought for the future, take heed of my words. It is the Dreaming that speaks.
The Sidhe returned twenty-nine years ago, and all changelings were welcomed once more into their service. They heralded their return as part of the healing of the Shattering. And indeed, a great change is coming. Those who have secrets, beware, for all deception shall be uncovered, and old crimes shall be brought to light.
We have already seen one long thought dead arise to cause new mayhem. Another, greater threat to our current situation is coming - for those who can hear, its footsteps echo in the dark places. None here shall escape its touch, and more besides. That which was lost is not forgotten.
The Sidhe have returned, and already there has been war. There shall be war again, before Gwydion sits once more upon the throne. The king will shudder at the price of victory, the blood of allies dripping from his green cloak. Even the dead shall not be without fear. But all may be well, if Kith does not slay Kith.
The Sundering cannot be healed by those who do not look back. Nor, indeed, by those who cannot look forward. Some say the nobles have returned, and others say they never left. Who now knows the names of those the House founders faced to take their place? But all may be well, if Kith does not slay Kith.
The year just passed has heard the first rumblings. And Waldren House, this home one can enter but cannot leave, sits atop the dam that must surely burst. There are rats in the walls and a thing on the doorstep, and those same mortals who give us their dreams can take them away. Beware lest in healing old wounds, we injure the world anew, and come to live in the nightmare realms. But all may be well, if Kith does not slay Kith.