Day 0 - Preface

I am writing this journal so that historians in ages to come may have a true account of my humble beginnings and climb to greatness which are both as inevitable as they are sure to be dramatic and memorable. Let none doubt the generosity of my spirit, nor the veracity of my tale!

Or do, I don't care. Odds are this journal will end up as a curiosity excavated from some lost ruin, buried under rubble along with the rest of me. Or perhaps confiscated and burned by my enemies, to erase all trace of me.. or to use as fuel to start a fire.

 But on the off chance it survives? That this is being read by someone other than me?

If that happens, dear reader, then know that I started with nothing. And the rest, as they say, and as you can attest in whether you've heard of me or not... is history.

Or rather, HER story. Mine.

X'anista.

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