‘For he has been born, the destroyer and leader of the horde, the corrupt and the corrupter, inheritor of evil who took his first breath into this world and committed heinous sin. The Lord of the Isle, the Dark King, is upon us. As the final Kingdoms of Dradris, this is no time to squabble amongst ourselves. We must unite to defeat the Uxson invaders. The coming summer will be a time of blood and we must defeat them before channao arrives. Before Muraaul rears its head. To facilitate this, I call upon the Promised One, Artowen. He and his band shall act as an extension of myself, to assist and combine our efforts in this endeavor. Once the uniting of the Kingdoms is complete he will draw the legendary sword from the Lake of Origin in the heart of the Lost Lands and cast the defilers back from whence they came. On my role, Truthsayer and steerer of lore, I swear it.’

  Candlelight flickered as the woman hunched over the desk. Golden braided hair hung from her head and threatened to make a mess of the newly laid ink. She brushed the annoyance away, careful not to mar her proclamation. It seemed words entombed were rather easy to change. She knew she would have that same difficulty in the coming months when the kings and queens would try to twist her words to fit their own meanings.

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  She laid her quill down and sat up with a sigh, revealing her youthful and pristine appearance. She glared annoyingly at her long braided hair, a symbol of her status, but one she detested. Short hair was much more practical and in her opinion, cute. That sort of appearance was not what she was striving for though, she had to impose her authority on the other Dradris Kingdoms. She would have to write a letter specific to each king, and sometimes queen, to ensure that her plans moved smoothly.

  Even then the future was a precarious tightrope, like the one the fool traveling merrymakers use.

  She felt her face and found a crooked smile. Still, everything was proceeding as it should. Minor setbacks were to be expected when playing a grand game such as this. Soon everything I wish for will be granted. The desire of my heart will be fulfilled. The desire of my very soul. Finally, vengeance.