[Dear Miss Yanes:
This may be the last letter I write to you for some time.
We traveled north from the Mum River to the Sunset Plains. Looking north, we can already see the New Royal Capital, that lavish pearl.
The man who betrayed the Northern Frontier, the Red Demon King Agawar, has been attacking us frequently of late. Many warriors have already fallen to his ambushes.
He has none of a mage's pride. He kills our people like an assassin who cannot bear the light of day. Lord Skeleton and Lord Bat have pursued him, but he is as slippery and hard to catch as a rat.
Lord Annan is thinking of a new plan. I believe victory will be ours in the end!
But enough of that... The final battle is near, and I've volunteered for the suicide squad. When the attack begins, I'll be among the first to charge.
When the Free City People asked whether I had any family, I told them you were my wife... Let's pretend we were married in a dream. After all, I've dreamed of taking your hand countless times.
They urged me to think it over, but I refused. I've lost everything. My family and Love all died in that flood.
You want to talk me out of it too, don't you? I'm afraid I'll disappoint you... Whenever I think of you dying in pain, struggling for breath as the flood came, rage tears my reason and my heart apart. The anguish is unbearable...
Only time or death can wash away this pain. I can't go on, so I've chosen the latter...
But I don't hate the Blade of Freedom. Even if they had never come, sooner or later we would have died of plague, hunger, cold, or betrayal.
Miss Yanes,