Prologue.

…Today has come at last, as we feared it would, as war washes over our beautiful lands like a wave of Black Death, which reeks with the thick scent of corruption.

Today my warriors and I must shed our cloaks of secrecy and face our punishments for the breaking of our people’s laws… Women must never fight…

We, the women, the wives, the mothers, the daughters and the sisters of the four great elven clans must be punished for the choices we chose to make, almost six years ago, when we first learned of our enemy and their numbers. Six years ago we chose to wield a sword instead of a broom, to wear armour instead of a gown, six years ago we created the warrior women of the elves, the Slenia Kavare…

Here, as we wait for our punishment, we the Slenia warriors lay our story. From beginning to what seems the end, for any who may find it after we are gone, so that we may hold our small place in Incera’s history, if we fail to see dawns light…

May the blessings of the goddesses be with you always…