Restored Beia's Journal II

I dreamt today. Just within reach... Illezra, the one I've been relentlessly pursuing, appeared. The White Witch. She whispered to me: "Beia. Everything you have will become my spoils." Fate, you say? To lose the one you love, to yearn for your own demise - you call this pitiful existence fate? How laughable. I will carry on the legacy of Cartian. In the end, you will gain nothing from me. The Book of Cartian will return to its rightful place. You will never find the scarecrow you so desperately seek. The catastrophe Cartian feared will not come to pass. Wait... Did Illezra say that? Or was it something Finlin left behind? No, cast aside these doubts.