XullraeZauviir

They told me to continue my mission. I didn’t.
They told me that I succeeded in my previous one. You. That it was completed. You were born, you drew breath, and you lived. They said it was no longer necessary. You are my child, my daughter! Not an it and certainly not something to discard or forget. . . .
It was terrifying to be taken from you. They had dragged  me . . . your father and grandfather earned new scars that day in my defense. . . . In the end I went with the drow I belonged to, so you could still have a safe home in Winterhaven and a family to love and look after you
They told me to stay away from him, my Sammy, your father. They told me to stay away from you, until you are of age. I failed. But only because when I left, my body went forward, but my heart stayed behind.  They said you would distract me. They were right. Said you would cloud my judgment. In that they were wrong. My purpose has never been clearer.
My masked god is dead, replaced by his sister