Please, cremate me, I do not wish to be in the earth with the worms and bugs, decomposing. Send my ashes out to sea with roses and sunflowers, reading the words of my untold stories to the fleeting wind.
~WELSH

Despite my best efforts, after 5 or so years, (not all the while on deviantArt), I must admit that WELSH has come to a screeching halt. No longer do those who dream up the wildest ideas write the story of these heroines. No longer do they they think of adventure. No longer do they put forth any type of effort; though one they were filled with the energy of excitement and the will to fulfill a great legacy, trudging onward despite any block of the writing that came upon them. Not much was asked. A paragraph, no more, and then a pass to the next authoric hand. But WELSH has been neglected and abandoned.
I will come back, to re-write this story soemday. To make it what it could have been. But, a haitus called death has befallen this circle of writing. I take back into my own mind and my own hands the responsibility of this story.
I apologize for any inconvenience that I have caused, though I am sure few disappointments will be left behind other than my own. Also I thank those who read any of WELSH or put in good effort (our illustrators: kiwiberri, akvarium, kya, bnpd, etc) who did exactly, and more wonderfully than I could have imagined, as I asked.
Do not fret, dA, I will be back to refurnish this tale-telling! Albeit, on my own, after I have rethought many things and WELSH has been reincarnated.
Good Day to You All.
~Purple-Fearie