Once upon a dream,
All I had to do was try,
Too late now to wonder why;
It can never be.
Could I begin again?
Once upon a dream. . .

&nbps;     ~Leslie Bricusse, Jekyll & Hyde, “Once Upon a Dream”

      I know not what I write here, really, nor why I write it. I only know that some unknown, unnamed reason calls, nay, orders me to set my thoughts and ramblings in order and put pen to paper. I’m not a scholar; I’ve never claimed to be one, and I was not raised as one, nor am I a being of peace, for truly I believe I was made to fight. But I must write this, must let this story be told, for whatever good it does, no matter how long it takes me, scattered over many months, as I learn more and have more to tell. Mayhaps someone, somewhere, someday will benefit from the telling of my tale. If so, I suppose it’s best that I tell it myself; I do like the think I’m the one who knows myself best, and these are my experiences, although many are shared with others. So, for you, unknown person of an unknown land in an unknown time, it is for you I write this record. Use it wisely, my unknown friend, use it wisely and use it well.

      You see, friend, I wish also to let the truth be known, no matter what history may say of me. To tell what truly happened, who I truly was. To show that ambition was never the force that drove me, nor the desire for power; friend, all I ever wanted was to know who I was. After that, all I wanted was to be free of the restraints of that person. I want you to see me, not Rois the Conqueror, not Lady Garoisina. I want you to see Rois Melinor, the frightened girl behind her masks.

      Please, friend, look closely. I am doing my best to make you see.

      What I do remember, starting at the beginning...I tell now.

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