Sommer Journal

written by Fred K.

Entry from Lady Bellamira Sommer’s personal journal. Dated cirka 615 WE.

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It is with trembling hand I pen these words, though I fear the tears soaking the paper are a better testament of what has happened than the ink of my words. My family is not the only one suffering at the hands of unseen agents, but of what solace is that to me? Am I to take comfort in the knowledge that the mage who murdered my entire family did so by incinerating them indiscriminately? A quick death is no mercy for those the dead leave behind.
My mind wanders. The vinyard is all ashes. At least I will not have to worry about the harvest, and it will regrow in time. Perhaps it is my mind’s desperate attempt to block out the red, blazing light I see even when I close my eyes, the heat stinging my face as I open the door to the dining room… only to be hurled away by the explosion, flung through the ruins of my own home.
I pray that we, like our vinyard, may recover in time. I find a small blessing in knowing our cellar survived all this. It is where I sleep, now. I don’t feel safe anywhere else. It is strange, the things we do to hide from grief. I am holding a very old bottle in my hand, one without label, one housing something other than the Sommer Sweet. These things always come with a cost, I am told. No bargain without sacrifice. The Sommer legacy will live on, through me.