There was once a time when the world only made sense when you forced it to. When good Muses lived in fear: fear of those who claimed to be their defenders. They made Justice into a sword and wielded it to teach the people of Spindle that the only truth was might.

This was why we needed the Birdman. In those days we needed someone who could fight the small injustices, who could stand up for people, not The People. We needed someone who would make ordinary Muses feel safe, and criminals afraid. Someone who could be above, or rather below, the politics of the day, who could do what had to be done.

From now on the story of Spindle will not be written by masked thugs, justice will not be served by a faceless phantom, the scales of justice will not be measured by one blind Muse.

I am Blake Skye. I was the Birdman. And I will no longer be needed.