I wrote this story. I watched the two companions grow into warriors. I watched them recruit their friends, and watched them patrol the borders of Belecostar, protecting it. I looked after their boys, and dealt with the more sinister foes. In return, they made sure nobody cut down any of my trees.
If you haven’t figured out who I am by now, you’re a bloody idiot.
But if you really have no clue, I’ll give you a hint. As I finish putting this to paper, Berthond has just reached his twenty-fifth year. I am well into my eight-thousand-and-fifty-second.
This is a tale that shall never be forgotten. It shall be passed down through the generations, told of in song, and legend, and eventually as myth, but there are some who shall never forget. There’s me.
And so, I say hurrah. Hurrah for Berthond, Protector of Belecostar and our Candle in the Darkness. Hurrah for the legend that shall never die, that shall live in the hearts of the people of this realm forever.
And hurrah for pointy ears.