Dear Diary 16
February 23rd 2009 06:45
Dear Diary,
I did not have much to do yesterday; I decided to meditate for several hours. And at the end of it I wrote my diary, almost in a trance. It feels good to be getting these things onto paper, but the memories bring tears to my eyes at times. I must go visit Loki tomorrow; he will help me get through this. He has helped me through the hard times before, all through this war.
Today I had tea with the king and his close family. We spoke of the fading faith, and I told him all that I could. I am bound by the laws of Those Who Are not to say any more than I did. We talked of military tactics, of protecting what is left. I told them that I can feel this coming to an end; both countries are at their limit. Neither one can afford to keep this going much longer.
I did give the new baby his blessing; the new child of the king and queen brightens the days of our people when it would seem almost all hope is lost. The fact that there is a new little one who will keep the royal blood. This family has been in power six generations; six generations of the most loyal royal family we have ever given the throne.
I am glad of them, for they have carried the country through this war. They have been strong and powerful monarchs. We trust them not to betray us; after all this time such a thing would be insane, if you ask me. They have kept this country together more so than the Gods ourselves. This family loves this country.
The council met briefly today. We're worried about Raychel; she slept through the meeting. It's unusual for a God to even really need sleep. We're all getting tired, but she pushes herself so hard. I wish there was something more that I could do for her. I did send one of my Drakor servants to help out in one of the most packed camps.
There are huge camps and forts with camps around them all along the borders and where we have taken Fidolius land. In all these camps and forts the soldiers are crammed, and they fight against the other side each day. There is never a moment when our people are truly safe.
I watch them come in to the medical tents. I can see rows of stretchers already full, with only a few vacant spots left. I see them with slashes down their arms, with their legs cut right off, with broken bones and missing fingers. I see them crying, I see them crying blood because they've lost an eye.
But the worst of all is what I have seen the mages do. I have seen the marks they have left on these people; I have seen them up close. They burn them. The mages are part of some sort of fire cult, and they burn our people like they were haystacks-they just burst into flames. I never knew of such a cult, but it was clearly widespread as I have seen many of these wounds. Many of these monsters on the borders.
Tomorrow I must visit Loki. But the day after I will go to the border, and I will fight there for two days and two nights. I will lead a group of Drakor and we will burn down a small refugee camp. I can see through the eyes of my servants; I think it is time we fought fire with fire. They have burned too many of our people like we burn wood.
We will be remembered; the group that fought with Astarael for two days and two nights and destroyed one, two, maybe three refugee camps. Or perhaps we will burn a camp and we will take out a fort. That sounds like a much better investment of my time.
I have only fought like this once before, during the first year of the war, on the same dates I will do it this year. Perhaps this will be the final year. I am praying that this is the final year; that this war will finally end. That the next generation can be born into peace.
I pray that it comes soon. I pray that this new child knows days of peace, that this baby who is as yet unnamed will have a childhood of some decency. Not living in fear, not living during times when the poor are starving and rallying in the streets for you to do something about it. I hope this child will have time to play and enjoy herself.
My fear is that this war will not simply end. This war will leave behind a collection of ugly scars throughout the land. I know it will. That cannot be stopped; this war has gone on far too long for it to just end without work.
The people will work for two or three generations to rebuild this kingdom, and it may never become what it once was. It will grow stronger, it will become beauty without sadness once more, but it may never be as beautiful as it was during that glimpse of perfect peace. It will never be the Golden Ages again; this war has eternally torn Fidolius and all the other nations apart.
I pray that the peace begins soon-that by the time this new child has children, there will be peace and the kingdom will be building itself back up. Hope, wish, pray that the recovery period can begin soon.
~Astarael
I did not have much to do yesterday; I decided to meditate for several hours. And at the end of it I wrote my diary, almost in a trance. It feels good to be getting these things onto paper, but the memories bring tears to my eyes at times. I must go visit Loki tomorrow; he will help me get through this. He has helped me through the hard times before, all through this war.
Today I had tea with the king and his close family. We spoke of the fading faith, and I told him all that I could. I am bound by the laws of Those Who Are not to say any more than I did. We talked of military tactics, of protecting what is left. I told them that I can feel this coming to an end; both countries are at their limit. Neither one can afford to keep this going much longer.
I did give the new baby his blessing; the new child of the king and queen brightens the days of our people when it would seem almost all hope is lost. The fact that there is a new little one who will keep the royal blood. This family has been in power six generations; six generations of the most loyal royal family we have ever given the throne.
I am glad of them, for they have carried the country through this war. They have been strong and powerful monarchs. We trust them not to betray us; after all this time such a thing would be insane, if you ask me. They have kept this country together more so than the Gods ourselves. This family loves this country.
The council met briefly today. We're worried about Raychel; she slept through the meeting. It's unusual for a God to even really need sleep. We're all getting tired, but she pushes herself so hard. I wish there was something more that I could do for her. I did send one of my Drakor servants to help out in one of the most packed camps.
There are huge camps and forts with camps around them all along the borders and where we have taken Fidolius land. In all these camps and forts the soldiers are crammed, and they fight against the other side each day. There is never a moment when our people are truly safe.
I watch them come in to the medical tents. I can see rows of stretchers already full, with only a few vacant spots left. I see them with slashes down their arms, with their legs cut right off, with broken bones and missing fingers. I see them crying, I see them crying blood because they've lost an eye.
But the worst of all is what I have seen the mages do. I have seen the marks they have left on these people; I have seen them up close. They burn them. The mages are part of some sort of fire cult, and they burn our people like they were haystacks-they just burst into flames. I never knew of such a cult, but it was clearly widespread as I have seen many of these wounds. Many of these monsters on the borders.
Tomorrow I must visit Loki. But the day after I will go to the border, and I will fight there for two days and two nights. I will lead a group of Drakor and we will burn down a small refugee camp. I can see through the eyes of my servants; I think it is time we fought fire with fire. They have burned too many of our people like we burn wood.
We will be remembered; the group that fought with Astarael for two days and two nights and destroyed one, two, maybe three refugee camps. Or perhaps we will burn a camp and we will take out a fort. That sounds like a much better investment of my time.
I have only fought like this once before, during the first year of the war, on the same dates I will do it this year. Perhaps this will be the final year. I am praying that this is the final year; that this war will finally end. That the next generation can be born into peace.
I pray that it comes soon. I pray that this new child knows days of peace, that this baby who is as yet unnamed will have a childhood of some decency. Not living in fear, not living during times when the poor are starving and rallying in the streets for you to do something about it. I hope this child will have time to play and enjoy herself.
My fear is that this war will not simply end. This war will leave behind a collection of ugly scars throughout the land. I know it will. That cannot be stopped; this war has gone on far too long for it to just end without work.
The people will work for two or three generations to rebuild this kingdom, and it may never become what it once was. It will grow stronger, it will become beauty without sadness once more, but it may never be as beautiful as it was during that glimpse of perfect peace. It will never be the Golden Ages again; this war has eternally torn Fidolius and all the other nations apart.
I pray that the peace begins soon-that by the time this new child has children, there will be peace and the kingdom will be building itself back up. Hope, wish, pray that the recovery period can begin soon.
~Astarael
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