The Diary of a Solider named Francis Birthwright:

Today we saw the true power of our Goddess, and the price we must pay to have someone great to lead us though our troubles.

But we knew we shouldn't fear her, or she would only use us a food for one of her amazing animals.

My troop and I were camped out ready to capture a small town by the coast. And the Goddess was sending her Dragon to help with tackling the walls.

I remember as we went in for the attack, Synorikaxerxies forgot to mention one thing. We were vastly outnumbered. Attacking a guarding town.

She had sent us into Suicide.

We heard the laugh of the Goddess above us, and we swore at her, angry and betrayed, as we went to pointlessly attack. The Dragon crumbled the walls and we marched in, locking our bows and firing upon the swordsmen, who ran towards us, losing few.

When we met in battle we didn't give them an easy win, we fought, not giving in until the last one of us was dead. But we had taken many down with us.

The Diary of Sarah Simpson

I am a farmer, and a mother of over 10.

I work every day in the field, allowing what Synorikaxerxies wants to be done. Not caring if I lived or died. Compared to most people, Synorikaxerxies had given me a good live. She was Kind to me, and gave me a mansion to live in, while most people had the petty skyscrapers as homes.

Every day i would work in the fields, gathering grain to feed our people, and everyday I would go home and feed the children and the Husband.

We owned a few animals, a cow, two sheep, come chickens, and some wolves who we had caught wild. We used them as guards on the walls, but all in all Synorikaxerxies understood we owned them.

When ever there was a famine, we had food, whenever there was no wood, we had wood, when ever there was no ore, we had ore.

We were favourites of the Onyx Goddess.

But It wasn't for free.

It was one day in Winter, When Synorikaxerxies called me outside.

She spoke to me, telling me of my duties. I was to be the high Priest. And so must my daughters, and their daughters.

Being the high priest of the Onyx Goddess wasn't good.

You were in charge of sacrifices, rituals and deaths. You were in some ways, an executioner. And a terrible one at that. You had to torture people, kill them, even your best friends.

And now, It was my Job.

Synorikaxerxies had commanded it.