Dear Diary 20
July 20th 2009 21:14
Dear Diary,
I woke up at the usual time of morning today, as much as I hate it. I ate my breakfast and then went to speak to the council of generals that the King has decided should be used for this war. I told them of the news, of the letter. I spent hours arguing with them, practically begging them to let us go to the Drakor's aid.
It wasn't until a young girl entered the room that they agreed. I don't know what this girl was doing so close to the war; or who she was. The girl had shoulder-length black hair and light brown eyes. She walked in and gave the General a piercing stare. I don't know what went on between the two of them, the leader of the human army and this teenage girl. But something did, and he looked away from her, looking down at the table in front of him, the maps of the continent that lay before him. For several moments there was a silence.
He looked up at me, finally, and told me that tomorrow my men should depart for the Drakor border. The girl smiled at him and left the room again. I stared after her for several moments, nodding my head slightly towards the general.
“We will depart after breakfast tomorrow,” I said, rather distracted at that point.
We talked then, for a half hour, about what would happen here. They would form in and close the gap that my group would leave, and continue to guard the border. Though they wanted my help here-they don't really need it here. I'm needed at the Drakor border for two reasons. The first is that there is a greater force there, and if we don't get there in time, they may get through the forces that are there. The second is that Shalorin needs to be there, closer to the family he is defending.
Shalorin is grateful. We sat and had our tea and he thanked me repeatedly. I told him the truth: that if he had to fight this war, I would rather have him fighting it closer to home, to help his people-and that if we got right down to it, should they get past the Drakor they would find the Appollinian border virtually undefended.
If that were to happen... well, that would be the end of this war. If they were to get past the border-to the capitol-I do not know that the army would be able to move fast enough to stop them before they conquered. I do not know that we could save Appollinia then... we must act now, before they get near the capitol. Before they get past the border. They will lay waste to the Drakor lands, take in the women and children as slaves-and then make them fight against their own people.
We are needed there more than we are needed here. Here there is an entire army of Elves and men fighting against Fidolius. There there is almost no one, only the Drakor themselves are fighting to protect themselves. The Appollinians do not realize how essential these allies are in the war, nor do they realize how undefended their own border is should the Drakor fall.
It frustrates me to see how foolish humans can be. They really can. Once the Drakor were ruled by the Appollinian Kings; would they have defended the Drakor better if the two were still under one rule? Is it simply that they only care for their own territory? For both we and the Drakor have rushed to their aid.
We have come to their assistance. Would they even come to ours? I am beginning to doubt it, seeing what little concern they have when I tell them of the situation at the Drakor borders. It is their border that is being attacked; if it were ours, would they fight for us like we have been fighting for them? The fact that I must question this now makes me sick to my stomach.
I have sent a message to my sister's estate. They will know where I am in case she needs to reach me at any time. I am always available for my sweet sister; Aimee always puts a smile on my face-we have always been close friends.
I know she is very proud of me for saving Kaya; and I am grateful to her for taking care of the girl when I cannot. I cannot leave the war just to take care of this girl. My duty is here. I may die on this border or the Drakor border but I will die defending my people. This is what I have trained to do since I was very small. I never thought I would have a use for everything I have learned-I did not think there would be a war during my life, as there has not been one for several centuries. But there is one now.
The Gods will send down their armies from Phoenix should the days grow desperate, and I know this. I am surprised they haven't yet, but I feel that they are saving these armies for a certain time; the humans must fight amongst themselves first, without the help of the Gods. Soon the army in Phoenix will be brought down to this plane and will fight among men.
They will come when it is time to end this war. I do not know why they do not simply end it now-but they must have their own reasons. There must be something that I am missing. The Gods are far wiser than I, though my people herald me as a wise man. I am not really that wise, or at least I do not see my own wisdom. The Gods must know what they are doing. They are here for their people-but it is not time yet.
I think perhaps this is a chance for the humans to prove themselves. That the Appollinians need to prove that they can-if not conquer Fidolius-defend their borders for quite some time in a pinch. That they are not entirely reliant on the Gods. But Appollinia would fall without the help of my people; it would have already fallen, and I can see this. It frustrates me.
I wish I could speak to Loki again, to know why they have not sent down the armies of Phoenix; but I must not let the question bother me, as I will likely never get an answer.
~Alaendril
I woke up at the usual time of morning today, as much as I hate it. I ate my breakfast and then went to speak to the council of generals that the King has decided should be used for this war. I told them of the news, of the letter. I spent hours arguing with them, practically begging them to let us go to the Drakor's aid.
It wasn't until a young girl entered the room that they agreed. I don't know what this girl was doing so close to the war; or who she was. The girl had shoulder-length black hair and light brown eyes. She walked in and gave the General a piercing stare. I don't know what went on between the two of them, the leader of the human army and this teenage girl. But something did, and he looked away from her, looking down at the table in front of him, the maps of the continent that lay before him. For several moments there was a silence.
He looked up at me, finally, and told me that tomorrow my men should depart for the Drakor border. The girl smiled at him and left the room again. I stared after her for several moments, nodding my head slightly towards the general.
“We will depart after breakfast tomorrow,” I said, rather distracted at that point.
We talked then, for a half hour, about what would happen here. They would form in and close the gap that my group would leave, and continue to guard the border. Though they wanted my help here-they don't really need it here. I'm needed at the Drakor border for two reasons. The first is that there is a greater force there, and if we don't get there in time, they may get through the forces that are there. The second is that Shalorin needs to be there, closer to the family he is defending.
Shalorin is grateful. We sat and had our tea and he thanked me repeatedly. I told him the truth: that if he had to fight this war, I would rather have him fighting it closer to home, to help his people-and that if we got right down to it, should they get past the Drakor they would find the Appollinian border virtually undefended.
If that were to happen... well, that would be the end of this war. If they were to get past the border-to the capitol-I do not know that the army would be able to move fast enough to stop them before they conquered. I do not know that we could save Appollinia then... we must act now, before they get near the capitol. Before they get past the border. They will lay waste to the Drakor lands, take in the women and children as slaves-and then make them fight against their own people.
We are needed there more than we are needed here. Here there is an entire army of Elves and men fighting against Fidolius. There there is almost no one, only the Drakor themselves are fighting to protect themselves. The Appollinians do not realize how essential these allies are in the war, nor do they realize how undefended their own border is should the Drakor fall.
It frustrates me to see how foolish humans can be. They really can. Once the Drakor were ruled by the Appollinian Kings; would they have defended the Drakor better if the two were still under one rule? Is it simply that they only care for their own territory? For both we and the Drakor have rushed to their aid.
We have come to their assistance. Would they even come to ours? I am beginning to doubt it, seeing what little concern they have when I tell them of the situation at the Drakor borders. It is their border that is being attacked; if it were ours, would they fight for us like we have been fighting for them? The fact that I must question this now makes me sick to my stomach.
I have sent a message to my sister's estate. They will know where I am in case she needs to reach me at any time. I am always available for my sweet sister; Aimee always puts a smile on my face-we have always been close friends.
I know she is very proud of me for saving Kaya; and I am grateful to her for taking care of the girl when I cannot. I cannot leave the war just to take care of this girl. My duty is here. I may die on this border or the Drakor border but I will die defending my people. This is what I have trained to do since I was very small. I never thought I would have a use for everything I have learned-I did not think there would be a war during my life, as there has not been one for several centuries. But there is one now.
The Gods will send down their armies from Phoenix should the days grow desperate, and I know this. I am surprised they haven't yet, but I feel that they are saving these armies for a certain time; the humans must fight amongst themselves first, without the help of the Gods. Soon the army in Phoenix will be brought down to this plane and will fight among men.
They will come when it is time to end this war. I do not know why they do not simply end it now-but they must have their own reasons. There must be something that I am missing. The Gods are far wiser than I, though my people herald me as a wise man. I am not really that wise, or at least I do not see my own wisdom. The Gods must know what they are doing. They are here for their people-but it is not time yet.
I think perhaps this is a chance for the humans to prove themselves. That the Appollinians need to prove that they can-if not conquer Fidolius-defend their borders for quite some time in a pinch. That they are not entirely reliant on the Gods. But Appollinia would fall without the help of my people; it would have already fallen, and I can see this. It frustrates me.
I wish I could speak to Loki again, to know why they have not sent down the armies of Phoenix; but I must not let the question bother me, as I will likely never get an answer.
~Alaendril
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