The Journal of Gybara Yamiku

Entry 1 - How am I even supposed to keep track of these?

Sazorac mentioned I should keep a journal in the event that I die and someone else needs to take over The Rebellion. I was skeptical at first - he likes to make jokes and I figured he was just trying to be funny again. But, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. In the event that I lose a battle and die, I would like my experiences to be documented for the sake of the next leader of The Rebellion. So, this is me, Gybara Yamiku, making some sort of official personal journal.

I suppose some sort of origin story is necessary for the purpose of why I'm writing this journal. In order to fully understand how and why I've done the things that I've done, I feel as though this documentation should start way back in my past. I'll begin by writing about how I met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - the same woman I somehow got lucky enough to make my wife.

My father, Jushomere Yamiku, constantly preached about how important it was that I have my own set of morals and beliefs. He was the head of the family when I was growing up, which gave me plenty of privilege to be able to run around and figure out the world for myself. Well, figure out our district, at least. I wasn't allowed to venture outside of our district until I was a young adult. When I was of age, though, he began to take me on business trips. I followed him all over Hell!

Oh, Heaven save us from the things I witnessed all those years ago.

It was on those trips, seeing all the blood and carnage, the horrors of what poverty and desperation will do to someone, that I was able to decide that what we did and still do here in Hell is wrong.

It's terrifying how WRONG it all is.

Anyway, I began to take interest in politics. And seeing as how I was the heir to the family throne with being an only child, it was fitting for my father to bring me along on the political trips as well.

That's where I truly learned how to speak and act in order to get my voice heard. Of course, there were times where I learned the hard way. Even to this day, I'm a very outspoken person. If I disagree with something you say, you're going to hear exactly why I think you're wrong.

Through these tough lessons, however, is where I was able to meet her - Bihai.

My father and I were in the Fourth District, meeting with the God at the time, Dortz. Looking back on it, I have no clue why I was able to sit in on this meeting, but I'm glad that I had. Dortz had brought up the deals with the slave trade going on in our parts of the First District, and I was not hesitant to flat out say how wrong it all was! I mean, for God's sakes, they were trading innocent souls within our own household!

Anyway, I did my best to tell Dortz off, but I was just sent out to wait in the hallway until their business had been done. I'm honestly not sure why I wasn't beaten to an inch left of my life for speaking out against a God like that back then.

I haven't visited the Fourth District in awhile, so I'm unsure of how their halls look now. But back during those meetings, the area of Dortz's mansion dedicated to politics was absolutely stunning. He had the entire wing decked out in gold and ruby. The ceilings stretched up at least ten times my height, probably more. Your interpretation of the world is skewed when you're younger. Regardless, I remember the mansion to be so gaudy. We don't decorate quite like that in the First District.

While I was out in that hall, she snuck up on me. If I'd seen her coming, I don't think it'd be as impactful - how her beauty practically smacked me across the face, that is.

Her first words to me were, "You didn't last very long in there."

I remember our first conversation like it happened yesterday.

"I lasted long enough to get my point across. Not all types of change can happen immediately with these bureaucratic peace offerings. They're rigged to give the Gods and rulers of the lands what they want. I can't make much of an impact without a title. This was just supposed to be a learning experience for me anyway."

I was so naive back then. Knowing what I know now, I should have done everything I could to make sure she became mine faster so that I could have her for longer. I should have told here right then and there how the dimming evening sun accentuated her features. The darkened orange sky blended in so perfectly with her smooth long red hair. And eventually when the sun would set, her pale skin somehow gleamed in the nighttime, whatever dress she happened to be wearing clung in a perfect fit against her perfect body.

I miss her so much.