I felt the pull of Modremoth, That itching in the back of my mind to give in. How quaint, that I should feel a compulsory longing for some elder dragon the likes of which Trahearne and his friends have already killed. No, if the elder dragon over death can be defeated, then why would the elder dragon over life be any better. I'm afraid I cannot answer that call, nor any call, not from the pale tree, not from anyone. Sister was misguided, Scarlet was too limited in her vision. I will gain the trust of these "heroes", this "commander" and then I'll end Mordremoth myself, if life is what is threatening Tyria, then I shall cure it with death. Everything will be rid of Mordremoth, everything will die, then everything will call me queen.