Of all the letters I write now, yours is the most difficult, because your future is the most puzzling of those I can now See. Like those fragments in past months, they are shivering, uncertain things, but I will lay them out for you as best I can and hope that your wisdom will prevail where mine has failed.

You must be a link, a guide, a gatherer and communicator - but to who or what I cannot tell.

Something needs healing - or creating - or rebirth - and you will be the midwife. But, again, what, I cannot tell, I cannot See at all.

Fates shield you, Wisewoman Kith, and shield Creek as well.

  Dariya Nadezhdava
Sixteenth and last Farseer of Pierogi