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To the commander of the First Imperial Army,
Greetings.
My loved one, I miss you so much living amongst
these conquered savages. Nearly three hundred years since the conquest, and
they must still have their own petty myths and gods.
Today the one they call Golden Sword appeared,
or so they believe. They think he will lead them to victory against all
oppressors. They are fools: no Messiah ever wants to do that.
This man, this Golden Sword, is a savage even
worse than the people here. He goes about naked and can barely put two words
together. But he is very strong in the Power, and used that to impress the
soldiers here. He asks for the Council of Mages, as if he knows nothing of the
history of the past hundred and fifty years. I shall introduce him to our
Council and watch them play with him.
In the mean time, as he goes about rallying the
peasants and scum here with his messianic drivel, I shall observe. It would be
interesting to break his heart.
I so look forward to seeing you again at the
Festival of Adoration, my darling, you know there is never anyone but you in my
heart. Your picture I have with me at all times.
Sheema
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