Queen's Chaos.

Journal of Valencia Alfieri, 21st of Windlove, Year 79 - Final Entry.

Day 30 as Queen of Vandragos - Well, everything has gone to shit. Faster than what seemed possible, which is only testament to the power of the forces that I have unleashed on Vandragos. The capital has been overrun by an army of the undead, that I brought about through use of the Grimoire. Many citizens have perished and have joined the ranks of the undead, including Aloysius and Tyrneous. There is but a small holdout of living people left in the capital, including myself, Solissa, Clement and several veteran members of the Palace Guard. Currently we are sealed away inside the Palace, as the ravening horde awaits outside. 

And, I am angry, with myself and my own hubris. I should never have attempted the necromancy, the pages on it in the Grimoire were bedecked with warnings about it's volatility and instability, and I ignored each and every one of them. I was a fool, drunk on power that I thought I could control with ease. Yes, the Pyromancy was easy, but that was just fucking around with flames not reanimating the dead. Even the spells I attempted to use to control people and bend them to my will back fired, instead it just drove the target berserk and they started attacking people, rabidly. What have I done? Why couldn't I just be content with being a fucking Queen? 

I'm crying as I write this, and have drawn the attention of Solissa who has been my one and only companion these last few days in the Palace. Due to the guilt and rage I feel, I have just confessed everything to her... she listened in solid silence and then left the royal chambers, presumably to spread the news of my deceit. We actually made love for the first time, last night, Solissa and I. And now I fear she has just ushered in my death at the hands of the Guards and the only standing official left alive: Clement. The absurdity that that doddering medicine man is the only person left with any authority should be hilarious to me, but it isn't...

I have to make this right, somehow. I hesitate to use it again, but the answer must be somewhere in the Grimoire, I don't know if I will have time to study it for a solution though. 

No, fuck the Grimoire, that stupid relic I spent years of my life chasing down brought me into this mess, I'm not going to potentially make it worse by screwing around with that book and it's magic again. Perhaps the answer lies in the Pyromancy though, maybe I can use the fire to burn the undead away and cauterise the streets of the Capital. I thought about using my control of fire earlier on in this nightmare, but then I still wanted to keep my powers a secret, now though, I don't think that matters. I want to save Solissa. 

𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘴' 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘴.