In this particular time, and in this particular place, I am known by the name Pheylan. This has not always been my name, but it is the name that I have chosen for myself, and ultimately it shall be the name that I will die under. 

My story began over two hundred years ago.  Though there are some scholars who are much older and wiser than I, that would say that it is an ageless tale.

To know something of my sorrow and something of my loss, you need to understand where I came from. So it is only fitting that I begin my tale with the birth of my current incarnation and the path to discovering my true self. 

It all began with a woman, as these stories often do. But she was not just any woman. She was,is and shall always be the only woman for me; in this life or any other. 

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She was not perfect, no one ever is, and yet in my eyes she was as close to perfection as any mortal can ever be. It was because of her that I did what had to be done. And history, ever a harsh mistress will say that ultimately it was because of her that I fell from grace. 

Now not a night goes by that she is never far from my thoughts, and it is for her and her redemption that I begin this chronicle. 

Shunned, isolated and outcast, I was destined to tread the high paths of honour and duty. Then in the summer of my eighteenth year, they came. Dark sentinels from beyond the stars, their ships screaming through the atmosphere, changing everything forever. 

They say that centuries pass by with nothing momentous happening and then all at once as though history has saved it all up, a deluge of these great moments is released. The summer forever known as "Sorrow" was one such time.