It has been eons since it was last read. Its seal holding strong throughout the years, however now the wax is forced to release its hold on the thin paper. As it unfurls, it reveales what it has been hiding all this time. And the scroll read as such:
I have made a monolith my scabbard, Its structure holds me together. My thoughts blame it all on the third after the tenth, but I realize that it is childish.
Dearest &$)$!&# I apologize to you for the rocks that have extinguished your flames, for the rain of stones and the eighth sin of gods. I would like you to know that I am to be blamed for this, but alas nothing can be done to salvage the situation in which I put you and your kin.
Sadly, even though I realize my worth, or to be precise lack of it, your suffering will not come undone. And that is because I am not willing. This letter is not for you, it is for me and the future.
I hope you are watching right now as my skin turns to stone, my blood to sap, and my innards bloom into the most beautiful flowers. And as they blossom and inevitably crack through my skin I want you to keep watching, as it will be a spectacle. Witness the beauty of my passing and salvage the sight with all your might and being.
I warn you to beware of the second, seventh, ninth, and most of all the one whose blood turns silver and eyes turn ashen. They will bring demise, and conjure horrors the scale of which surpasses our own vast imagination and expectations.
Ah, I feel her soft touch on my skin, I feel her warmth as she encloses me in a tight embrace. In the midst of writing this she has already claimed me but i feel no remorse or pain. It does make sense that she has come for me, but I still have so much to say.
Thus since she has arrived earlier than I would like, I share with you my final thoughts - Glory to the third son! Glory to his kin! Glory to his followers! And may he get what he deserves in the emptiest of kingdoms! Glory to Galleon of the Dense Mountains!
I beg of you forgive me.
Yours sincerely &!!@!@%!%!$