The Legend of Saironelloistya [COMPLETED]

Intermission 5: Conclusion, and a Letter to my Readers

Dear Readers,

Now ends our adventure together, less than a year after it started. For me the experience of writing, and concluding, a novel is melancholy, in that something that I put as much work into it as I did this Chronicle, is now complete. A few things I would like to apologize for are: Its lack of humor, which I warned you all about before you began, Its lack of coherency, which was probably because this story started as a boredom project, and later, though a burden at times, became something I was determined to see through to the end, despite the fact that its plot was developing as I wrote it, its pretty much flagrant plagiarism of deities, from Tolkien, Earth, and derivation from yet another stolen thing, Tolkien's Elvish. For the most part, I attempted to use the Quenya form, but if anyone is an Elvish scholar, they will probably notice some Sindarin, and I think in one occurrence, Noldorian. I am sorry that I am not creative, and pretty much plagiarized everything, non-plot related.

Moving on from that though, I suppose I should discuss the future, but as I had Aranellevanima say in the story, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy said in real life, "Those who worry about the past, are certain to miss the future and the present.(Story version.)" The point of this quote is to say that, You must focus on the times you are given, not the past, nor the future, and I plan to do just that. All I currently have planned is that on the Wattpad Account StephenJoelAtheen, (Shared with two other people, Joel is my Middle name,) I am working on an environmentalist Science Fiction Story, and that will be much shorter than this story. After that, you will probably never hear from me again.

This then, is the end, of this account. "I regret to announce that this is the end. I am going now. I wish you all a very fond farewell." In all truth I may continue with some occasional poetry, but it is unlikely, unless it is requested, that I will do another large scale project such as The Chronicles of Saironelloistya, ever again. This story began at Seventeen, and concluded at eighteen, and took up a large portion of my time, which honestly, I like to have to myself, because I am a selfish person. Sorry about that.

A note on the characters: A theme that I tried to develop throughout the story is that no one is completely evil, and the to assume such a thing is true, is to condemn a person, without viewing them as a person. A person is more than just a few traits, they are every trait on a scale. Every person possesses mercy, hope, rage, sadness, joy, cruelty, selfishness, rudeness, kindness courtesy, and many more traits, but in different amounts for each trait, thus making us all distinctly different. Even Satan was once Lucifer, an angel. Thus, in this story, sometimes Nimloth was evil, sometimes the Council was evil, sometimes Saironellotoron was evil, and so on, and so forth. But sometimes, all of them were good, or even, if I were to be honest, neutral. Think of it like Dungeons and Dragons alignments, but everyone is all of them. It is hard to explain on paper, but easier to comprehend.

In all reality though, no matter what period of time the story was in, its purpose, was to entertain. So, on that note, I hope that you enjoyed this story, and Namarie, mi mellonr.

Sincerely,

Isaiah Joel Oakley Le Istya

Live Long and Prosper

Anda Ar Alya Coile

Viva Mucho tiempo y Prospera

Viva Longue et Prospère

Buhi Taas ug Mahungadon

Zhivi Dolgo a Protzvetay