The glorious white light of freedom has dawned upon us once more.
In one day our lives have changed and we have awoken from our long-lasting nightmare unto unanticipated triumph and relief.
Some time has passed since I last wrote and in that time a dramatic change has occurred to the outcome of the war.
Palkaan has been defeated!
From my last account you might find it hard to believe, and I assure you, the feeling is mutual, though I have witnessed it with my own eyes.
It was only in my wildest dreams that victory would be that swift, and I can already feel the effect it has in my bones.
Yes, my weariness still remains, but this new zephyr of hope has lifted the heavy burden from my shoulders, making the fatigue bearable.
Despite my outward appearance, I feel alive!
Alive inside, and full of joy and gratitude to God.
Would you like me to explain how it took place?
The details can be spared to avoid overwhelming you.
Continuing from my last account, we remained in South Larlis for some time when we were met by peasants coming from the port of Diamond Water.
Lennox had gathered inhabitants of the devastated cities Palkaan had left behind and sent them on ships to reinforce us.
Meanwhile Palkaan had destroyed Darvern and was beginning to approach us by way of Vernik Meadow, most likely with the hope of doing the same to us in South Larlis.
But unbeknown to Palkaan a plan was set into action that would smite him in his pride.
The peasants that arrived wore uniforms of Agmar soldiers, and I discovered Lennox's own men had traded them for their clothing, in accordance with a plan my brother had concocted.
We waited until Palkaan was in the middle of Vernik Meadow and closed in on him.
Lennox, with soldiers dressed as peasants, came in from the East, Asram's forces, from the South, and the peasants, in soldiers' armor, and my troops from the North and North-west.
Like a cornered rabbit, he had no choice but to face one of us, and since Asram and I had the larger forces, Lennox appeared the weakest link.
He soon discovered otherwise when the said weak peasants fought as fully trained soldiers.
Palkaan fought furiously, but to no avail; he could not retreat or withdraw to form a new battle line, because we surrounding him.
He was caught in a trap!
Jrosselmyr Yendon, the Rebel King of Damar, who commanded half of Palkaan's troops, and had joined with him at Vernik Meadow by way of sea, finished it for us.
He predicted his impending doom and called for a retreat.
In the confusion, Palkaan's men did not know who to obey, and most followed Jrosselmyr as he found a break in our lines and escaped the way he came, leaving Palkaan vulnerable to our attacks and ultimately delivering him into our hands.
Lennox pursued the Rebel King and his men, but by then majority of them had dropped their weapons in surrender, leaving only Jrosselmyr accompanied by a handful of his men to be captured.
As manacles were placed on Palkaan, the man who had destroyed so many lives and inflicted so much heartache to people everywhere, I could not believe my eyes.
Was it really over?
Was this the end of all our journeys across the world as we raced to defend the next place Palkaan had assaulted?
I could not fully comprehend all of what it meant, having been accustomed to this harried lifestyle for many months, until later when I was alone.
The relief was overwhelming, and I felt like crying because of everything that had happened.
But now that some time has passed I am overjoyed by the deliverance the Lord has blessed us with.
We are free of the tyrant that plagued our lands and homes and banished laughter from our hearts!
We can live again, even if it means starting over with some.
The end of bloodshed has come.
Hopefully it will not return any time soon.
-Emerald de Gavrillac
Queen of Krespania
