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Written By Emilia

Jan. 16, 2020, 4:15 a.m.(7/26/1012 AR)

When the Gyre attacked Arx, everyone around me spoke of only one thing: Kill the Gyre.

I agonized over the Gyre's fate, for days and nights, contemplating a different, less violent path. Must all who fall from grace be mercilessly slaughtered? Is there a point when redemption is no longer possible? Is there truly no other way?

Then I had a dream. I dreamed of a dog, feral and angry, dragged away from the children. Mercilessly beaten - for years. Then a handler came, powerful and calm, and fed the dog. The handler cared for the dog. After years of this, the dog relaxed. It listened. It learned. And still, the dog had to be chained, but with the handler present, it was calm.

Then I dreamed of the dog again, but this time, the handler never came. The dog became mad with fury. Whenever someone reached out to it, the dog would bite them. Then the dog had to be put down. Some dogs simply couldn't be reached.

When I woke, I made up my mind about the Gyre. Even though my heart was broken.

Now, it seems, I became the feral dog. I bit the ones who care for me. There are no words that can express how I feel about this. I am ready to pay for what I've done. Come, ruin. Come, wrath.

Written By Emilia

Aug. 8, 2018, 10:02 a.m.(5/11/1009 AR)

"Not for one's own glory" is not a phrase I heard on some island floating in benightedness - No! Those words were laid on the altar of progress with an oath to rebellion and paid for with dearest lifeblood. What is it that measures us by taking away? Like birds of carrion, even featherless and with wings broken, we must go and devour the heart of Secrets.

Written By Emilia

Jan. 8, 2018, 5:59 p.m.(12/6/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Jacque

I've come to consider him a close friend of mine. Something about his carefree mannerisms, and the fact that he is among the only ones who hasn't praised me for my swordsmanship, but rather other things, has made me confide in him once during a spar. I wish to be a pillar of stability for him, and treat him with the respect he deserves.

Written By Emilia

Jan. 7, 2018, 8:37 a.m.(12/3/1007 AR)

I give this to you, Gloria:
My sword and my shield,
my heart and my faith.
Your sword parts the veil of uncertainty,
and sets me at ease;
My honor is my shield--
Who dares lay on?

Come, and be crushed.

Those who throw stones at my Temple,
Shall find no rest nor respite here;
In this place,
My devotion burns.
Let not my sacrosanct ideals
Be marred by my hateful sword,
Nor my hallowed heart
Be filled with pride--
Let me fall,
With the autumn rains,
Under the solemn sky
With blazing constellations.

Yours the Glory,
Ours the Victory

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