To my dearest Thordan VII
I love you, tis true
With your outfit trimmed in blue.
But not for your glory, or your might
Instead what I really love is your fright
An almost valiant struggle against the Light.
When I walked into the grounds of the Allagan’s realm
Deaths of my beloved fresh on my mind, my grief enough to overwhelm
When I saw you and your wards shift in a burst of cold light
I was in love.
Here there were no Ishgardian laws, no holds, no rules
This was a language I truly knew
Of combat, of blood, a dangerous and long battle that would brew
A knowledge that would be your bane, and with that power I flew
Against your and your wards’ blades.
Meteors and a dragon’s gaze,
Ice and a burning blaze,
Could not prevent the ways
I had learned to deal with primals like you
And at last you had fallen, your Heavensward dissipating first,
But you did not immediately burst
Into aetherical remains,
Instead you remained, cowed in fear.
I did not smile upon your fate,
I could not, when those I lost were those I held dear,
It was only when I saw your fear,
That I hoped perhaps that I could use my strength to protect the ones who were near.
In that sense, I thank you Thordan,
For you were the source of the promise I made
To use the light coursing in my veins
To be a protector of the downtrodden,
To be my enemies’ most feared bane.
Know this, my love for you, Thordan,
Will become my strength so that others need not die in vain.
-Angriest'madre Nana