I sit down on the rocky surface of the cliff, then rise my head to face the sky dimly lit by the warm moonlight. The Moon is especially bright today - I can even make out some of the brighest stars. Even as tears fill my eyes I smile to you, my old friend. A moment of peace, a moment of tranquility, a moment of sweet intimacy just between the two of us.
I close my eyes and let my mind travel back to the days when my enemies were few and friends numerous, when I had others to count on, others who counted on me. I carried my duties with pride and with honor, and they gave me their respect - so little of which they had to spare. They had forgotten, they had placed themselves above others, even as we should see ourselves as but the servants of the whole.
I remember the day I left, my friend, the day I finally saw that we were on the wrong path, and I could not do anything about it. There was no pride, no honor in subduing the weak ones for our pleasure and needs. I saw that, and sought for guidance, and you were there to guide me, to show me the way. I said not a word to anyone - you were enough for me, and we never had much use for words.
For many moons I travelled, never feeling loneliness with you as my companion. No doubt they tried to find me, but you hid my tracks, dispersed my scent, and they could not follow. Many of them would no doubt kill me on sight, some would perhaps want to talk first - but seeing as they wouldn't be prepared to listen as well, they would end up with my blood on their claws in any case.
No matter. If they ever find me it'll be in the form of my earthly remains, if even those. Not that I would be too unwilling to leave this world behind a bit prematurely - after all, I would not cross the border alone.
I open my eyes to see your light shine through the dust again. Never again will I know emptyness of the heart as I did before, among my many companions.
Of these things and more will I tell you of tonight - and all night it will take. Let us begin.