The more you look at hate, the more you will hate. Try it in reverse sometime. Life gets a bit better.
The Journal of Methvas Aranongo – Entry Four
Antomen 12, 1646
The loss has been heavy on his heart but he has made great strides the past few days. I’m comfortable enough to leave him in his mother’s care. He has shown no desire to pursue the murderer and that concerns me greatly. One of Fidel’s strongest passions has been a desire for justice. He has lost it. I fear he is broken but I know my son. He will come back from this. He does not simply give up and step aside for evil to conquer the lands. I know he will snap out of it. I don’t want to be there on that day for, knowing him, everybody who gets in his path will be seen as an enemy. I have warned Snarthaw to watch for that day and keep everyone out of his way.
My latest report from Lord Ias is that the numbers on the battlefield have dwindled greatly on both sides. Each side looks exhausted. So Pravas and I have decided to round up all the wizards who have abandoned Lusetar’s cause to return to the field and execute the final blow that he has avoided. This war will end in two tendays and it won’t be under the leadership of Lusetar Timpes.
I’m on my way to the Woodlands now to deliver the message. While Bellpena will resist at first, I know she will lend us her magical fliers. If anything, we will leave with volunteers. The people of Aphoridite’s Woodlands have always had an affinity to righteousness, even if their leader has been most adverse to bloodshed.
-Methvas Aranongo