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Life and death. These things, simple concepts, existent and non-existent, consume a large portion of the lives of humans. When we cross over and become more than human, creatures of shadow and blood, this does not change.

We can not die while in the confines of Harper Rock. A guilded cage. We are trapped like rats on this sinking ship. There is nowhere to run.

The other elders, they followed a psychopomp to this, their death bed and that is truly what it will be. When the veil held up so long before the eyes of mortals last fell it revealed us to them and they acted. The Holocaust. I saw the thoughts of the mortals then. I see them now. They have not changed. They will wage war upon our kind. We will no doubt fight back.

We will break the balance, we will give this world to the Fae.

We claim to be immortal here. What happens when the humans leave in a mass exodus? When the humans put up their high walls to keep us in and there are not even rats left to feed from?

We leave. We lose our immortality and we were as before?

These neonates are not equipped to survive without this city. This city is not equipped to survive these neonates. There is no balance here.

I remember all too clearly the battles that took my sire, my brothers and sisters, my friends and childer and I can't help but believe this is coming again.

The crows will circle Harper Rock until they can feast on the bones of it's foolish dead.

She has started to speak to me at times. "Occepa iuhcan yez, occeppa iuh tlamaniz, in iquin, in canin," she says. I wonder if she refers to a beginning or an end.

A warrior fell. He were victorious over those who would release all the old ones. They would bring back the wars of our kind, Sunder the Fade and let the evil of old out upon the world once more.

Foolish children. They lack foresight. Hopefully ignorance drives them to follow this Crow. The creature may have sent visions and led the elders to this place, but it had its own reasons for doing so. Nothing has proven itself to be benevolent toward vampires in the course of history but other vampires.

The Crow and it's Crownet was not needed for thousands of years. It is not needed now. Sires who can teach are needed. Halting the turnings of those who would try to expose our kind once more to the hunters is needed. A government of our kind, laws and a system of justice and reason is needed. The ideals of the man who taught me of the old ways of Greece, when reason ruled. That is needed.

Not a mysterious entity claiming to be our friend while setting up a list to turn us on one another. Crows are psychopomps and scavengers, linked to death. What it wants is death. It is likely fed by each and every one of us passing into the Shadow Realm.

Why else would it set such events in motion? It was likely this Crow who told Cobb to betray the others. From what I gather his actions created the small tear in the Fade allowing the others, and eventually myself, to return.

It's Disciples, vampires, wish to tear the Fade away entirely and they are led by a human Prophet. These things are against the base nature of our kind. We do not follow humans. We live among them and feed from them. We protect the ones we love and destroy the ones who would stand in our way, but we do not follow them.

These vampires are pawns in a game they do not see.

The gods have blessed me once more. Tranquility has been mine for the past few months. Not the eerie stillness and desolate plane of the Shadow, but a peace within my mind and heart I can not remember knowing since New Orleans. A peace I hope does not end in the same way.

She tells me that a change is coming. A storm. I ask her what it means and she does not reply.

I wish I had her gifts to see the unseen tendrils leading from the past outward into the future. I miss her.

I tried to rise once more too quickly. I made mistakes. Mistakes shared by many of the others in the city. I sired too quickly and my lineage outgrew it's own feeble ties. I relied on the potency of blood to pull the Brood together and in doing so I failed. I did not see the simple truth. The blood within must be matched with the spirit. It will not subsume the being it empowers.

Still, I remain hopeful. Those few of my blood, my Brood, my family that remain are the ones that wished to be where they are.

That gives a better foundation to build upon.

Acheron must not fade away. We must endure.

We will.