OOC: written before Solace's birth...just in case. Posted for possible reference later


To whomever finds this. My name is Simon Pietrovich. I was a wizard and a Senior member of the White Council. My base of operations was Archangel in Archangelsk, Russia.

These are my last thoughts.


To my former apprentice, Warden DuMorne...Justin, you have been dearer to me than a son of my own body. I taught you all I could and I have proudly watched you become a finer man than I could ever be. Be cautious, my son, and do not work yourself into illness as I know you can do. Find the bright shining thing you live for and never lose sight of it.

I...don't believe I ever actually said this, but...-

I love you my son. Be careful and watch your back.


To my good friend, Ebenezer.

My friend, I appreciate the years we have shared together, the drinks and the counsel. I know you will take it upon yourself to avenge me. I would also ask that you look after my loved ones responsibilities. I know of no other who I'd rather have step into my shoes than you. They will need someone like you.

Godspeed old friend.


To Arthur Langtry and followers.

удар он свои жопы

Need I say more?


To Carolina,

Live. Find a man who makes you his world and love him with all that passion that I've seen you throw into our work. Do not let the job consume you as it did me. Drink your wretched tequila and laugh often.

Above all, be happy. Do not try and follow after me, you have much left to do. I have given you everything you will need. The Wardens and White Council will have need of your experience. Don't let them bully you. You are the expert, not them.

I'm sorry I couldn't give you more. I'm sorry that you have to be the one to carry this burden.


To Maggie,

Never let him go. He needs you more than oxygen and that scares him. You're his reason, Maggie darling, don't let him slip, I beg you...


By my own hand,

Simon Mikhael Andrei Pietrovich