My name is Antony Silverleaf. My mother and I have just left the site of my father's death. My mother, her brother, and I, have started a plot to take down The Council, A group of wizards who oppress other wizards in order to stay powerful. Today I will start a journal of my quest to take down The Council. My name is Antony Silverleaf, the first to be saved from The Council.
Me and my mother have been walking for hours planning how to make our first attack against The Council. Our plotting has gone by very slowly as we think about Marcus', my father's, death. He had sacrificed himself in order for Reis, my uncle, to gain The Council's trust. As of this moment, Reis is probably celebrating his promotion with other High Wizards. The day has gone by slow since I walked away from the hospital rubble, but I must perservere. As usual, I will find a hotel to sleep at for the night. 15 years of sleeping in new places. It's gotten very... ... tiring. Now I shall sleep. I close my eyes to see darkness, reminding me of the price of this quest.
