Hate fuels the fire

Ah, missed the big trek last night. I was finally going to get to see all of Atys! From the Lake lands I’ve heard so much about to the burning desert, which I actually already seen a few times. But an hour before the trek even begun I got a message from my brother. He neededme to watch his young homins and it seemed very urgent. So I had to forfeit my place in the trek and let someone else fill it. There will be other treks.. I just wish I had gotten to see the Lake lands. All the stories and the pictures my friends have drawn for me. It must be a place of extraordinaire beauty and charm.

It’s still summer in Atys but my favourite season is drawing closer. Autumn! I love autumn with all its orange. There is nothing like sitting by the waterfall and watching the leafs as they dance around in the wind. It makes the jungle seem to burn with all the energy of Atys. I belive it was in the fall I first set foot on the mainland. Perhaps that is why I feel such love for the season. But even the coming autumn can’t brighten my spirit today, although it might seem that way.

War is coming to the jungle. Karavans and Kamist, homin against homin. It saddens me that we can be so blind. We swear allegiance to different gods, yes. But when all things said and done, we are all homins. We are all born from the womb of Atys. We all love Atys.

There have been some heated discussions amongst the Kamist about previous lost battles. They say we lose outposts. Small settlements with big drills violating Atys. Why do we cry over this? Ma-Duk surely cant sanction such devices? Do we really need the fruits these machines brings us? I say no.. Before the outposts ever were in existence we were doing fine. Now we fight other homins. We kill other homins. And all because we want the material things these outposts can bring us. Ma-Duk must be weeping to see such greed. And all of this in the jungle I hold so dear. I did my best to keep the death toll down but my healing powers cannot match the destructive force that was unleashed. Now.. I must rest. I must rid my soul of the stain this bloodbath has left. I think I will have to travel to the wombaï to find my peace.

//Lizia, the angered
.