Drinn's Letter

rincess Meyah and I just got married a week ago, and everything still seems so fresh. The first time I was here, beside the roaring waterfall, on the edge of the cliff of Hywel—except that now I am writing a letter for the Neriwonians. Memory seems to get back, What if we didn’t believe? To jump off of this cliff knowing not what will happen next. Sometimes—or I assume that most of the time, decisions would be as tough as that, it’s like jumping out of the cliff knowing not what is to come out of your choice.  It just varies on why you have to do the impossible things, coming out of your comfort zones.

   Coming back on the dream world, I am nothing but an ordinary person, and the least of all I am a slave. Who would thought that I am the one Neriwonda is waiting for, the Chosen One, the White Warrior, who will overpower darkness and will finally restore peace in Neriwonda?
   To be set free—starts from a choice, for Quinlan will call you no matter what you are and who you are, whether you’re a king, a knight, a princess, a pauper, an elf, a dwarf, the list will go on and on, he will call you by heart, as what he did to me. “What is it that you want?” It’s the question that he gave me. What do you desire? For if you listen carefully to your heart—I mean to say your truest heart, the truest you—you will hear it craving for what you are created for. For what you are designed for.
   You might say that you are now a free Neriwonian, yet I daresay that you might not. For if you didn’t live according to your purpose, to what Quinlan has designed you for, you still is a slave. Time has come that He is revealing himself freely, and you have to listen to your heart, for he is calling you right through there.
   You all know me very well, my story, how I came up to be the White Warrior, I’m not chosen because I have something, I am chosen because I was. I’m picked by Quinlan, the least of all that he may make known his power that is made perfect in weaknesses. That we may not boast about ourselves, for out of nowhere he can produce anything. Out of ugliness he can create beauty, out of poverty he can produce wealth, out of darkness he can make radiance, out of weakness he can turn out strength, and out of you it will be if you listen carefully.
   To look for a proof, you must go nowhere, just look at your own longings and aspirations; you must listen to the deep themes of your own life story. Your life is written by him.
   What does your heart need? A simple starting place would be to ask Quinlan: “What do you have for my heart?”  You’ll be stunned by what he guides you into.

   Yes the war is over, the visible war. War takes place continuously unless we come into the presence of Quinlan, to his joyous land. War takes place in your heart and in your mind in every decision. It’s a life and death choice, to choose right from wrong. We all still have a long journey to go; you are the Chosen One of your life, the White Warrior of your story. Many will depend on you, fight for your heart, fight for your love ones, fight for your friends, fight for the one you love.
   Quinlan is speaking, may you listen well, and may you play your role well.
   Stay with the Dove, lean with the Eagle.

—Drinn of Hywel