C - Canon

The Keepers of Proelefsi. Our beholders watched over us from the time of the Builders into the forever of future. We honor their passage into humanity as a hallmark to the world's imbalance, and they represented our simpler forms to return the scales to their rightful place. The eldest, §othe Keeper of Nature§0, descended first. For he was the wisest of the five, the one who was birthed into the righteous order when this plane at first grew green. Nature descended for a solitary goal, separate from the five.

"Okay, Spourgit, you can't claim to love everything."

"But I do. The world is so wonderful."

"Even the Doctor?"

Saira froze. She stared into the distance, slowly letting her wings ease their tension that formed at the mere mention of her past. "I do hate him, I think," she whispered finally.

"See?" he said triumphantly, "Loving everything isn't possible."

The alarian's eyes focused and a stubborn expression set on her face. "I did love him like a father, once."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

You're new, here I assume,
reading this on a wooden tome.
Here I must explain to you,
How Proelefsi came to be our home.

The men of time long past went thereto,
their appearance on this island is time's epoch
We count days by twenty-four hours, years by the origin
So our Ancient Builders are what make YF-Zero.

Surviving turned thriving, campfires made way for homes,
Ancients crafted, invented, made tomes from moans,
and their eyes set on on the islands above and depths below,
the builders sealed their fate with ambition and abandon.

All remains as it was. The northern plain-coast has had no activity for several months, and I have also not seen any villagers wandering nearby. I wonder if the villages nearby have migrated westward, or if specific instruction has been given to stay from our borders. Either way, threats have been mitigated without direct intervention. I will continue to watch closely, as enforced.

Cor. Varela

I've been alerted that nearby villages are coalescing. As you mentioned previously, villager activity near your borders are minimized because of this. Keep watch of the Perikys Cirque, forces are gathering there. I'm unsure if they are gathering a military or if they are remaining peaceful. Assume the worst, and be prepared. Intercept any movement land-ward, as standard.

Gen. Thalus

To our brothers appearing from nothing:

Our nations today persist of two true nations: Sabaluna of the east and Nyumbani of the west. All in between and all south consist of disparate colonies, collections, and castletowns.

You will never know the depth of my love

for circumstances keep us apart

the fault was not mine, the blame is yours

but what you do is not what brings me to you.

You will never know the depth of my love

But why is "I forgive all" such a mistake?

the gallows of regret loom over, entreating forgiveness

But how, when your eyes look the same as that day?

You will never know the depth of my love

I wish I could make it all depart

the past is past, what's done is done

She's… strangely determined. It's… unnerving, but refreshing. She wants to make a "new home, my way"—I heard her muttering it a few times when she gathered up what was left of her belongings.

She just told the both of us that we're leaving. When Lexan asked where to, she just gruffed out "somewhere safe."

Our home village has burned down, and one of our own has gone missing.

For certain, this tragedy is not to be mistaken as fortune. Despite that, I am thankful for the many midnight trips I took to make my repeated copies of what I have written here. Of course, I wish none of this happened at all. Some twenty, thirty full volumes were in that collection. All copied, all protected. Still, that doesn't stop my heart from hurting when I see the few ash-crisped pages left.