S.E (Second Era) 2898

Everyone has an important story to tell. Some stories are about reclaiming a kingdom, or winning a great battle, or saving a life. This is the story of how I did a very foolish thing.

I am still perplexed as to whether or not it was good that I did it. My father used to say that writing down these important things in life will clear the head, exercise the mind, and help one to understand them; and more than that, to help the future generations see with clearer eyes.

And that is why I, Sazin-a-Amli, daughter of Hizru and Innem, will write of the things that happened…


“Save the world?” He laughed scornfully. “Much good that will do. Thank you, but I do well enough surviving on my own without embroiling myself in a doomed revolutionary attempt.”

Her lips narrowed. “We have done much for you already; do not push your fortunes too far. You still think this is a futile plan?”

“I appreciate what you have done for me, and I believe that you at least have good intent — for your superiors I still withhold judgment…


The mountains loomed up high and all around, the morning sun dividing the world sharply into bars of delicate yellow light and harsh shadow. On one shallow slope, where the boy was kneeling beside a bare field, the rays fell, pale gleaming apple-gold.

Lryn was a tall, slim boy for thirteen, though he had not quite yet caught up to his brother…


The small tavern was quiet in the hours of early morning. Bire the keeper rested by the window and polished a mug methodically on his sleeve. As he looked out the window, scanning for customers, he saw the boy sitting by the road.

He was a young boy, six or seven, and thin besides; a shock of dark, straight hair fell in neglected locks over his forehead. His bare feet, crossed under him, poked out of ragged trousers that had long gone unwashed, and his shirt was in a similar condition. There was nothing, on an ordinary day, to set him apart…