The writing of this crumpled notes has bled through the page slightly.
To my son :
I have revealed in the art of battle all my life. I have given you, my son, and all mortals of Amalur, the means to continue my celebration until the winds grind this Arena to dust. If you are reading this, then I have been granted my first and only defeat in the Arena; it is my hope that it was at your hands -- that this place, and the championship, stayed in the family.