[Jess]

They've forgotten..

I realized as the tree emerged from the fertile soil.
Only I shed blood in the name of the Spirits.
Only I honored the traditions of old.

Crimson splattered the ground, but only in a single rhythm.
In my heart I know there should have been more.
A percussive orchestra of ichor meant to beat a song against the soil.
To nourish the earth, and honor those beings we claim to cherish.

Perhaps my isolation spared me this fate, of being drawn away from tradition.
Was this the reason then? That you spared me a cruel fate as a kit?
Don't worry, I will teach them.

They will remember.