[ValroseEmpire]

Chapter lll: Recognition of self

Who, am I? One would begin to question themselves after years pass. Turmoil follows with the loss of those familiar faces. Grief, rage could settle in easily upon a soul. Especially one born into such as is. Was I born to be a foot soldier? Forever trampled over? Used for my strength and acknowledged no further beyond?

No.

I am more than this. From my father, a legacy was to be left. To be upheld, so such is my path. It is proven to be day by day, by those that show recognition naught. They all falter, but WE will not. Together will we come to see the mother land returned to us. There is no place in any other nation for us. There is no place for weakness, amongst us. So, we will take what is rightfully ours.

Fully recognized as The Heir of Ymirholl. Such is where their seat would be taken. Grace, given to those that would surround such a vessel. With things seemingly settled Amongst The Citadel in their darkest hours, his presence would no longer be needed. So, it would no longer be.


The departure of one now holding self recognition would be swift. They move forward on from Aegis, onto greater pastures and deeds. To restore The North, as his father before him would have.