Nejta of Antu

Written on the first day of the Bloody Dawn, 
Beneath the first shine of the morning suka. 
By my hand;
First scribe of Jinan.
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It is said that human nature can overcome many things. Death, disease, and famine: our will conquers all. I am not so strong in the ways of weapons as Len, or so great of mind in philosophy as Martome. I am but a scribe. Still, I would disagree with the voices of the past that say human will conquers all. Sometimes we fail, and the grief is too much to be borne, even by the stoutest of hearts.
I sit in the midst of a field of death. Flesh already corrupts on the bones of the many who died with songs unsung and dreams undone. Yet, here I sit upon an upturned cart, a lone life in the wind of death. A wheel spins in the breeze, and I hear the wail of the dead in its trilling turns.