Someone POV
Years of invasion, blood and screams have come and gone from my birth up till now. I've seen fire and blood everywhere and know how it tastes, to see people you love die around you. Already, our precious destructive Fire has gone into the invaders hands and now?
I must keep the True Name of the City safe, away from these blood wretched lands.
I write currently on the only thing left precious of me: the Scarlett Blade, a knife made of the Sun Stone and iron of the best quality.
Monks of the City, you aren't trustworthy of keeping was is dear to us, the Named.
I continue my journey to the Far West. A land crossed with many different Empires all different in size and origins. I must keep it away from the East.
Rivendell, here I come, ready to give you the True Name. Please Alinar-Aeor Rivendell, please, you're my only hope. No matter what you do with it, never under any circumstances give it to the invaders.
I trust you in this your Majesty.
Now
Farewell...