"It finally happened. The cold finally came. I don't know if I should be happy that I did not in fact, spend my entire life preparing for something entirely fictional, or be concerned that the time has finally arrived. I've spent my entire life training at the Temple of the Sun, mastering my aim and honing my mind to channel the energy of the Sun with every arrow that leaves this bow of mine, all to one day face the impending threat of the Old Viscount. Once a disciple of the Temple of the Sun, but soon swayed away by the Cult of the Moon. I've been at the Temple long enough to know who's in the right, an order that works for the upliftment of our people, or a cult that wants our kingdom to fall. I fail to understand why the Viscount did what he did, all I know is that he must be stopped. Just as I had been taught, he appeared with the chilling mist, potent enough to freeze a hundred knights in their tracks, and only the energy channeled from the Sun through the arrow of the archer that He deems worthy will melt the ice of eternal silence. I am ready. I know I am, but somehow I feel this battle will be my last. I've always had the Sun answer my calls before I go into battle, but today is different. We ride at dawn tomorrow, but He refuses to answer to me. I don't know what is going to happen, and I'm afraid this entry of mine will be the last my diary ever sees. If it does, I hope the next disciple finds this and hopefully learns from me, even a fraction of what I've learned from my masters. And with the vagueness that remains in the day beyond this night, I pray that truth and the good be victorious." -Aurelia, The Second Disciple of the Sun