Prologue
"This is to those who lost their lives in this millennial war. This is also to those who did not lose their lives but will, most certainly.
Dear world of Aia,
It is me, the one who destroyed you. The one who took away the colour from your lands. The one who enslaved your people and the one who killed them slowly. I have made a poor decision; I just wanted to save my friends.
Even now I can remember the moment I said "do it" and how my throat shivered, breaking my voice. I thought I was doing the right thing. But there was no right thing to do. I chose the selfish option, I chose to set my friends free and live my life as a royal slave in this stone castle underground. You may think I have it easy, living in ignorance of what is happening into the world, that the minions do all my bidding and that being called something followed by "the demon of destruction" is a great way to live life, do you not, YOU INSOLENT AND LIMITED MORTA ?!..."
The heavy drips of black ink stained the paper. The last words were mostly incoherent scribbles, almost stabbing the paper with anger. A hand stopped shivering and picked up the dark quill again.
"…I DO know what is going on in the world.
It has been one year. I am starting to forget my real name. I don't need so much sleep anymore so I am left with much more time to battle for my own sanity. I am forgetting myself. I have my real name plastered in notes all around my room, hidden in places for me to stumble upon them and remember. I have very little hope left. I am desperate. I don't know who will get this. But I hope it gets into the hands of someone who knows what's happening. I cannot say anything more. Please… Kelloth, the demon of
Rhen Darzon"
Rhen set the quill down and didn't even bother proofreading her letter. She didn't have time for that. Still trembling, she rolled the paper and slid it into a tube, screwing a lid on top. She then hurried outside of her room, down the dark halls.
Into the throne room, she peeked from behind a wall. Only two neeveranes and their guiding oolguns, guarding. She didn't even enter the room but tossed the tube into the closest one of the two small ponds. Just as the tube was about to hit the surface, the water swallowed the message elegantly. One of the guarding minions flinched and looked at the soft ripples. But Rhen was already gone, running up the stairs.