Maiya, my life long foe, I do enjoy reading your nonsense, as it always reminds me that I am so much better than you and that I will always be better than you.

You are like a bug that just won't go away. I must admit the only respect that I do have for you comes from that, in the sense you won't admit defeat in battle or not. That, however, is where it ends.

So, Maiya, go play with you're new instruments, sing until you can sing no more. In the mean time, I will be enjoying you're stones.

-Athena-

Written by my hand on the 25th of Paglost, in the year 1072.