A curse of Ash, Flame, and Rot

[DragonDarklyDreaming]

Somehow, despite everything, I yet live.
Thanks to the many steps I've traveled, I have endured whilst everything around me has turned to ash. I lose track of all of those that I have known, that I have loved...
How many have died? How many have simply given up on this land and moved on to find happiness elsewhere? There is a part of me that is like them, that seeks to finally know peace.

Perhaps I will.

However, duty yet compels me to act. No longer simply for Ualdir's sake, nor even for the sake of my 'legend' that I sought for years. My Ten Impossible Goals...
They shall feed the flames of rebirth. Just as I shall.

Perhaps I will know peace...

But what follows after is war. From the ashes the phoenix yet shall rise. Everything is ready... Everything is in place. I make the final preparations, the final steps.
From the ashes shall she be born.