Prologue: Letter

This is the eternal question. Everything comes back to this: what is Justice?

If you are reading this letter, then you will have found the archives. You will know that I have dedicated my life to the practice of Justice. Not lip service, but a dedication to doing what has to be done.

When I was much younger than you, I thought, as children do, that Justice was fairness. When I received less praise for doing household chores than you forsake when you ran to play in the mud, brother, and threw a tantrum then and there, that was my justice. Unfair, I said, and thought, and acted to correct the injustice. Of course, that was a child’s view of the world. Now, I know Justice is not fair. Nor is she kind, compassionate, equitable or benevolent. None of these things, no.

Justice is the dawn unveiled in the depths of dark, grim despair. It is that thin line of light that we aspire to reach. It is the lie that holds our society upright, and the truth that keeps its root tendrils from overgrowth. For Justice, we are ready to race the night another day. I say we, and mean us, now, brother. I leave you with a heavy burden, one that I can only pray you will come to understand, and yet hope you never do.

For advice, go to Letheya in the Dusk. She will hold answers to the right questions.

May the Gods watch over you, brother.