Constance Everard

Day 295 of 366..Year 10 of Biel..

Waking up, I realize that this is reality,
that the sorrow that laid forth is one
that only I shall bear forth, and to continue to live on..
even as the reign of my predecessors,
the one gallant knight, a ruler fair and respected,
King Cledwyn Everard, who I once called my father, and a mother,
Lenore whose gentleness I never knew.. is never more.

As deep memories lingers in my conquest,
one shall fight on, by means of iron, armour,
and even sorcery if one can seek for.
Year 10 of the reign of Biel, 10 years of living within the
ruling of the one wretched soul that I will never bow down
to acknowledge King. A rodent that led to the killing of my father,
and the darkness that falls upon our lands now.

A promise, that even if my soul shall be drenched with the blood,
someday this reality that I shall slash would be nothing
but a dream within a dream for me. With the saber marked
with the name of Everard's soul, I will end this darkness,
even if it means the sacrifice of my life.

- Everard, C.