Master Warious Commanding General of The Resistance. 7/11/2025
Little over a month has passed since the last attack and we of The Resistance live in relative peace, but I know that it cannot last for long.
I have, to the dismay of the fighters in The Resistance, had them drilling long and hard ever since the attack. We could be attacked at any given moment and I want to be ready for whatever Sauron sends at us.
On top of that several of our fighters have gotten sick with malaria and yellow fever. Old sicknesses are often the worst. Our position has historically been subject to poisoning any army with it's horrid sicknesses. William is no stranger to the truth of this statement for in this area, over 200 years ago, he had fallen sick.
Anakin and Obi-wan, the only ones who can use the Force, it isn't enough to keep the enemy away for long. They continually refuse to use the Darkside even though it would make our position much better. Sometimes, I can see Anakin struggling to comply with his master's decision. I think it is only Éowyn who has held him back, I wish she wouldn't.
Our numbers have lessened from the battle and I know that we can hardly expect to survive another attack I may have to send someone out to find recruits, if there are any.
I can't leave because my place, as William pointed out when I discussed it with him, is here keeping things together.
The One Ring, it seems, has been calling out to each of my core group. I can see the strain in each of their eyes and I know it is only a matter of time be fore it calls out to me. I can only hope that I can resist it as well as the others when the time comes. But then I remember that only Sauron himself can wield the power of the One Ring. Hopefully that knowledge is enough to defeat the siren call of that vile ring.
On a personal level, I'm not sure. There are days I feel like I can over through Sauron with one sing strike. Then others when it feels like a hopeless cause. It has been more of the latter since the number of fighters has lessened.
Do I dare hope there are others who would resist Sauron? No. But just because of my purely illogical self I still pray that there are. Eventually I am going to have to ask one of my friends to go looking for more people who would join us in our small resistance. I keep putting that off though don't I?
There I go again. I guess I'm more worried about our lack of fighters then I realized.
I think the matter must be discussed and soon, I really should bring it up. But I won't.
I just can't bring myself to do it. I'm a selfish person. I don't want anybody to leave. Not even to get more people. The thought of any of them getting captured, killed, or just plain old not coming back is enough to make me worry.
All my old friends (the ones who were killed in front of me when Sauron came into power) always said I was a 'Mom', that I 'mothered' them. I guess that's what I've been doing here. I guess that's why William is here. He can bring it up! That's an idea. I'll ask him tonight.
Well I guess that wasn't the greatest idea I've had. It went something like this.
I was reading a book when William came in. I waited until he'd been there for a few minutes before springing on him. Well okay tackled him. It's a strange ritual I came up with when we had gotten to know each other better. This started at least three years back; the last one to come in was subject to being playfully attacked. It took some getting used to for him but now it wasn't strange for either of us to randomly pounce upon the unsuspecting other.
I suppose I've become predictable recently because as soon as I sprung he turned caught me and reversed direction so I wound up back on my bed.
"Nice try," he said grinning still leaning over me.
"That's not fair!" I protested. "You got me last night and when I tried to retaliate you said that was against the rules!"
"I broke the rules," William replied simply before sitting down next to me.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You can be so childish sometimes." He remarked as I sat up.
"It keeps me young."
"It keeps you silly."
"Old man."
"Little girl, or should I say short?"
Oh man, he knows I'm sensitive about my height! Not knowing how to get him back I stuck my tongue out again.
"You realize you're proving my statement by doing that." He said grabbing my tongue with two fingers.
"leth oh leas"
"Promise you'll keep it where it belongs?"
"ah romith"
He let go and I retracted my tongue.
"Sooooo, William?" I began.
"Yes?"
"Want to ask someone to go find more recruits?"
"Pardon?" He looked confused.
"Well you know that we need more fighters and that means someone will have to go and get them and since you say I can't we need to send someone else."
"Why don't you ask them yourself?"
"Because I don't want any of them to leave."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm too much of a 'Mom' to let them."
"Warious, you're not making any sense."
So I told him what I thought about earlier.
His reply was, translated and shortened, 'You will do it. Not me.' followed by "Now it's been a long day and I need to relax." i.e. end of discussion.
Ah well. I guess I'll do it tomorrow when we're all in the same room.
