Xara pondered carefully on her next move.  Her doom was closing in on her fast,
yet she could do nothing.  Then  suddenly, a great wind was blowing all
throughout the room, showering it in darkness.  When it was cleared, the trap
had ceased to move, and a rope was hanging out of the window.  As she started
to climb out, Xara noticed a note gently floating down.  It read:

          You have been saved from your certain death.  That is more than you
deserve, for you refuse to live with others in the life you were born in,
refusing to co-exist with those you call your inferiors.  Now, war rages
through the place I call my second home, all for the cause of disbelief in
equality.  You are to settle the matter yourself, or I swear you that you will
have no life to abuse, no voice to spread your propaganda.  You will cease to
exist.  Destroy the war between the Clan of the Twin Moons and the Shadow.
You will not see the end.  You will not live to see the victory of sexism
towering over those who are who you look down upon.  Neither will you view
your life ended, everything you lived for going up in smoke, you will not live
at the feet of those you persecuted.  You will see only peace eternal between
the Shadow and the Twin Moons, or you will not see.
                                                                              
Signed, Atom F.