Hello, all! As I mentioned, I wanted to start a diary-like fanfic based on the perceptions of my character. So, I have just finished the first entry of Ys'sa's diary! So, posted for your reading pleasure, here is my "Diary of a Soldier"!
...Surviving is the hardest thing. When all you know, all you loved and cherished, has been reduced to ash. The very foundations upon which we were raised have been shattered, destroying any illusions of security we may have had. We, who were once so proud, reduced as low as the rubble of our once-great city. We have fallen.
I'm not sure how many of us there are, less than two hundred, I think. Not very many, considering. I'm sure there are others who survived, and they may perhaps find us. But, for now, this is all there is- a small collective of battered and unwashed refugees, mostly civilian. I doubt there's enough trained soldiers in this group to make a defensive unit. I could be wrong, but then, these people aren't thinking about such things. All of us who fled, led by the Lady An'Jhali, it's all we can do to get enough to eat.
No, not "Lady" An 'Jhali- "Ill'Haress". That is what she is- what she has become, to us. Without leadership, people become as animals. They would kill and slaughter one another, for food, and for anything else of value. Without the Lady to guide us, we would've long ago been reduced to such savagery. Such a thought revolts even me, a front-line soldier, whose only use or skill is killing. And while I do not doubt that she wasn't prepared for it, it was the Lady An'Jhali who took command in the chaos, and guided a mob of terrified citizens and unorganized soldiers, and led them away towards safety. Whether it was her desire or not, the Lady An'Jhali has become our Ill'Haress. And it is because of her that we are alive.
We have to make a new start, now, in this unknown land, so far from our old territories. We must call upon our strength as a people, as Drow, and create anew. Just as our ancestors, the Dark Elves did, after the War of the Moons. I can't help but wonder... Can this raffle really rebuild itself? Can this handful of refugees really restore the glory we once had? With barely two hundred? ...I think we can. I hope we can.
I pity those enemies that come across us, now. We have lost everything, but in this sense, there is nothing more for us to lose. And we will fight, tooth and nail, for the lives we have struggled so hard to protect. We must now scratch and claw our way back up from the pit's bottom. We have fallen. And we are wounded. But we are not broken.
We are the Tei'Kaliath. And we will survive.
Heh. I think that... this will be very interesting...
~Ys'sa Ansheir Tei'Kaliath
Aaaaaand, there is entry 1! I hope you all like it. Please feel free to post comments, or whatever you like.
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