Rex

This is my journal, why should I describe myself?

Mireda has learnt that. while I am writing in the journal she gave me, I haven't talked too much about myself. Now, she's standing in the entrance, not letting me leave until I write something about me. So, this is about me, Rex, one of the royal guards, and one of the survivors of Sund.

I'm Rex, I've grown up in Sund always wishing to be a soldier and protect our city, at least for as long as I remember. I got appointed as a castle guard around the time we had a change of princess and our current one, Ereia, picked me up as one of her guards.

Childhood

I was born to a mage mother and merchant father and I have an older sister. My mother quickly saw I had no potential as mage, so she mostly focused on my sister's education, but my father taught me everything he could. I remember spending lots of time playing with friends outside. I'm not sure when or why I decided to become a soldier, but once I decided that, it mostly became my life.

My father was a bit disappointed to see I wouldn't keep with his business once he'd retire, but supported me nonetheless. I joined the army as soon as I could for age, and worked hard through it, though I wasn't really best in anything, I tried learning as many different things as I could rather than mastering just one thing. It drove my instructor mad.

Having worked all my life as soldiers, I've never been one to think of my life as something interesting enough to be talked nor I particularly enjoy talking about myself. Mireda says it's not about being interesting or not, but to reflect.

I must admit I miss my sparring with Ier, it reminds me of the old days. I haven't been able to see him in the midst of soldiers, but I haven't talked with him in a year or so, I think I'm trying to convince myself that he wasn't around.

Can't think the same about my parents unfortunately, I was supposed to meet them when it happened...

The variety of things I learn was the thing that ended up getting me a position as a guard in the castle. An older soldier, Ier, also known a variety of things and he wanted someone to spar with, so he got me a position in his team. I stayed there for a few years with him as my mentor, getting better and proud of my job, occasionally crossing path with the princess. One of her royal guards died in an accident, unrelated to their job, and my mentor recommended me. She spent one evening with me, and a few days later I was in the royal guard. I feel incredibly lucky and thankful to have been given that position.

The sundering

A few weeks ago, my sister grew ill and, with her husband away, I asked for some time to go take care of her and her kids, and I spent two weeks with her. She's fine now, healthy, her kids happy to have me around, and her husband should be on his way back home. I was on my last day of travel back to the capital when everything happened.

I've lost almost everything because the fissure. I think I'd be as broken as many of the survivors if I wasn't sure my sister was fine and if Ereia hadn't survived. Hell, Mireda had to shake me back into my senses when she found me frozen in front the city and dragged me up and down until we saw Ereia was fine.

Mireda keeps making me do rounds around the camp, checking on people, trying to keep the mood up, which feels impossible, but I do try. Two people have already tried killing themselves in front of me, but I managed to stop them and give them some hope. Seeing the old man giving his food to kids felt like a punch to my stomach, had to hide in a tent for a few minutes.