Racheal sat in silence, the dim glow of the crystal recorder casting pale light across her face.
"Hey, Star… I know you must hate me for leaving so soon."
Elaine's voice drifted from the crystal, soft at first, carrying that same warmth Racheal had once leaned on. Racheal's eyes locked on the flickering image, her expression unreadable.
"I won't give you excuses," Elaine's voice continued. "All I want you to know is that my intentions were solely for you."
The recording faltered for a heartbeat before Elaine sighed, her tone shifting, sharper now. "Star I want you to know that I I chose to be a ruler for one sole reason…it's so I can finally end that cursed law that brands those born naturally with such a name as bloodborn. All elves are the same, no matter what. But those elders… they're just stuck-up bastards too afraid to accept change."
