April 10th, 1800
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The first cargo ships arrived at Burmecia by the end of February.
Before that date, my country sent their airship fleet to rescue the Burmecians from the wreckage. This proved to be an act of humility, in spite of the fact that Lindblum exposed itself to the Alexandrian Armada and the destruction that followed. It could have been worse, though. Alexandria had enough power in hands to obliterate this entire continent, and who knows, the whole planet. What they did here in Burmecia and Cleyra was just the beginning, and thank Lord it all ended.
Well, the war may be over, but the suffering remains. There is nothing we can do about Cleyra, it's a fiery grave, an infertile land where nothing grows. As for Burmecia, there is still hope. The cargo ships not only brought supplies and materials needed for the reconstruction, but also people willing to aid Burmecia in these dark times. I saw people from Alexandria, Treno, Dali, everyone is here to help, some of them do want to help any way they can. A small church was one of the first buildings to be renovated, in less than a week nonetheless, and the priest held a mass at night in honor of the lives lost during the conflict.
The next day, more bodies were discovered at Cleyra's site, and one of them was recognized to be King Oberon's. With the confirmation of his death, his body was sent back to Burmecia to rest alongside the past monarchs in the royal graveyard within the Palace. With the absence of a King, Burmecia is now ruled by Oberon's only son, Puck, who's being thoroughly assisted by a council of ministers due his age and inexperience. It's not the first time a minor inherits the throne, or even the last a child loses its innocence.
Puck refuses to talk about the relationship he had with his father when he was alive, only that they were not in good terms and that he wishes he could have said something else back when they met each other at Cleyra. He thought it would not be the last time he'd see him again.