My friend,

An interesting transcript I found whilst searching through the personal collection of Mr. Mortimer after his unfortunate demise. I have been unable to locate the remaining pieces of this interesting legend but knowing your interest in these matters I have forwarded the article in it's translated form nevertheless. Through analysis I believe that the parchment in which the following story was found was first transcribed in the 13th Century.

I have hopes that the following offers you a moment's amusement and perhaps you might find further references to this legend or story in your studies. I know that you are better versed than myself in these matters. Certainly I have found no traces of it within our Chapter House here in London.

Your friend,
Timothy Dunan

... and so it was that I found myself before ((a lost word) at last. It had been a long journey, one fraught with many perils that I would care not to meet again. I was hurt, weary and in pain from the many trials I had faced and yet now I stood triumphant. Now I claimed the prize that I had sought for so long. Yet, as I stood there I wondered if perhaps I would see the seeds of this victory for I felt a weariness upon myself that I had never felt before. 3 wishes I was to be granted and yet, in my mind I could still hear the words of the old crone - Be careful of what you ask for oh wanderer, for they seek not intent but that which is spoken.

Long had I thought on those word and the words that I would use. Yet, standing here the words that I would have spoken fade to darkness and I find myself searching my thoughts for them. Clutch as I do for the words they fade like smoke upon a winters breeze. I can feel their impatience growing and so I speak, praying to all the Gods that I know of that the words bring not a further ill fate upon myself and my kin.

"I ask this; that those that sprang from my loins shall never disappear from this earth. That the luck that has borne me through my travels be theirs for so long as they survive and that......... ((the following last lines are lost to water damage, the ink having run.))

And as I spoke, I had to turn my gaze away for the light that shone forth was too great for my eyes. I turned away, hiding my sight for fear of being struck blind and whence I looked again I was alone. And all that was left to show that this nights occurrence were not the work of a fevered mind were the darkness of my eyes. For once where my eyes were the colour of the spring sky on a clear day now they were the darkest black of the void itself.

((end of the parchment))