Dear Father,

It is a cruel twist of Fate that I should be on the Continent at such a time as this. I have asked for leave to return home, and been refused. Nonetheless, I know where my duty lies. I will come as fast as I may, and until then, I offer my humblest apologies for this dereliction of the responsibilities you laid upon me.

In the interim, I offer what assistance I can. The second sheet contains what I have Seen of the coming trouble. I shall send it to you by way of an old comrade of mine. Though I did not realize it when we fought together, he is one of the four we serve, and can lead you to the others.

Be careful, Father. I know our family's lot is a dangerous one, but I fear particularly for you. I have seen you destroyed by fire, and I know not in which sense I should interpret that -- all the moreso because my dreams show me terrible visions of Wessamina Hammercrank.

Your son,
Jacob

I saw a star in the sky, that wandered from its place. A demon of fire rode on its back, summoned by an eye that saw too much, by hands that shackled Fate. The wheel of the heavens ceased to turn. Two clasped hands broke apart and fought each other. Flames consumed the world, and Winter followed in their wake, until even the trees that are ever green withered, their red berries falling, forgotten, into the snow.