Treading heavily through the moon-lit fields, the air became colder with each step. Winter was coming.
No – winter had already arrived. The fires behind me were slowly dying down, and small flakes started blanketing the valley…
And these last words, I give to you, the reader. I cannot know to whom fortune may grant the favour of discovery; but I ask of you to make these words known. Let it be known the fate of King Arias, Queen Karin, of princes Samuel, Jason and Damian, and of the men from the noble families of Samten, Orius, Lorphian and Jahus.
If you find these lands in peace, and our people reign, then by fate I have succeeded, and my story is well-known.
If you find these lands in peace, and our people are now slaves, then I have failed, and you are the only one alive to know it.
If you find these lands barren or at war, then I’ve neither succeeded, nor have I failed.
This is my story, and the story of my people. Guard it well, remember it, and make sure it is remembered. Though we have wronged others, so have others wronged us; if after a man remains but his legacy, let my death be not in vain.
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