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The Ruins Of Kaladar: Prologue |
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It was a hot afternoon, but the excavation was just getting started for the day. They had been digging and searching the sight of these ancient ruins for some time now and had just begun to find signs of the people that once resided there. Jeff, one of the newest to the sight, dug down near a wall of what must have once been a mighty fortress and found something. He removed it very carefully and looked over it slowly before taking it to his boss, Frank, with awestruck eyes. As Jeff reached Frank he handed him what he thought was a journal or manuscript.
Frank took the journal from Jeff and turned the pages carefully, curiosity in his eyes never before seen by his employees, "Where did you find this, Jeff," came the question. The man seemed to caress the fragile pages of the journal as one might touch a lover, though in this case his hands were gloved.
"Just a few feet down, over near the ruined castle wall. I thought you might find it interesting, though I don't really understand why it wasn't farther down. The way I have it figured," he points to the journal, "that has to be one of the oldest things we've found thus far."
Frank nodded and looked back down to the entry, "Well, let's see if we can make sense of what was happening, and why the journal would be so far up I can't tell when this entry was made." He shook his head and sighed as they began to read, Jeff looking over Franks shoulder. The words were not easily legible, but they could understand the language. This is what was written:
The date I find is unimportant, and would remain so even if I knew what it is. Many things have happened, whether for good or ill I can not say. We've been protecting somethin which must remain. . .unnamed. The fact is that many have died in this fight, as I expect many more shall.
It is not at an end, perhaps it will never be. Though it is quiet I feel as though this is just the stillness before the storm. The only sound to be heard is that of the branches crackling within the fire. The many people we fight with, the different races, all seem disheartened. It is almost as though they have lost all hope. I can feel myself loosing heart as well as we fight hordes of enemies that vastly outnumber us.
Later I will stand before them, so that perhaps I may give to them some of the hope that they so desperately need. I can only hope to spark that flame within their souls. If I succeed, then perhaps it shall give these armies the strength they will need to win this battle. It has become a fight of desperation, but with that strength perhaps we can succeed.
I now carry on this battle for all of those that have lost their lives. Many of whom were my friends, one of whom was my love, and man more more were my family. This is no longer about what is right or wrong, but about survival and vengeance. These now lost souls must be avengened, if for nothing more then to comfort those of us left to endure without our loved ones.
So many have died, to many to be accounted for. We no longer count the dead, the fact being that we can no longer handle it. Often there are more missing from our ranks than can be accounted for by those laying motionless on the battlefield. I don't think there has ever been such a bloody battle as this, and hope that it will never be repeated.
Mighty dragons partrol the sky, land, and sea. They work by our side against this rising evil, but none of even their ancient and wise race could see what we were up against. None of us knew. Not even the great Cropear could see through their smokey sheild. No one knew what they were hiding.
I have just been informed that the thing we have been protecting is the only chance that we have against the enemy. We must use it, or we shall all surely parish. The princess stands before us, telling us what we must do. It will be a difficult task, but we haven't a choice.
We shall finally have the revenge we so longed for. The enemy will pay for what they have done. I should think that revenge will never taste so sweet as ours. . .
©2006 Pamela "Athilea" Johnson All Rights Reserved
 Athilea Majiri · Thu Jan 29, 2009 @ 03:11am · 0 Comments |
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