My Life As a Rebel
Excerpts from the Journal of Astarin
"The land of the great cities will fall to ruin when war is waged over it by its neighboring countries."They do not even know that we are here. It is our own army we must fear. The magical creatures of our wood have disappeared. And with them, I fear, so too has our 'Age of Peace' and only to be replaced by an 'Age of Darkness'.
Dark and mysterious creatures and demons have crept into our wood. It is no longer safe to travel. Not even in a large company. Caravans have ventured forth never to return. I fear the worst.
War is our only option now. The king will have no council. A revolt army is being established of civilians and rebel soldiers who refuse to serve our retched kings purpose. But, his army is still great. The loyal soldiers are well-trained and rank in high numbers. Our army of civilians and rebels is no match. But we must try! We must dethrone the monster that wears the crown to assure the safety of our race's future. We must not fail.
We are being attacked even as I write. It is over. We have failed. If this message survives... To whoever reads this message, you were fated to read my last hopes and wishes. My reader, I want you to find the fallen city of Aminax; the city of fallen hopes and dreams. That is all I ask. Do not let us be forgotten.
Astarin
The Shadow Star
A rebel of the elves of Aminax