My name is Brother Timothy Gerald Vallen and I am the last of the Soranian Order, the last priest of Dalanos, the True God.
I grew up in a small community in what you would call today ‘Northen Europe’. We all worshiped the True Gods, the old religion and a few even claimed to be a descendant of some notable figure from our ancient history. My mother insisted the name Vallen is a mispronounciation of the name Vallari, another hero from our folklore. Today this means very little to me because I came to realize my days are numbered.
I am dying, you see, and not from an illness that affects me but one that affect society. My order has always been persecuted, my people blamed for crimes we did not commit, chased out of towns and forced to live in secret. So we went into hiding. We formed our own community and lived in peace for many years. In today’s digital age, however, no one can really hide. So for several years we have been undergoing extermination. We are a threat to someone or some organization… or maybe a certain international umbrella corporation. It started without warning – people dying one by one. At first it seemed like unfortunate accidents and mysterious illnesses; people found dead – apparently fell and broke their neck. Others suffered ’severe heart failures’ as the modern doctors called it. Yet others simply vanished. How can hundreds of people, living peacefully together, die off one by one from all sorts of reasons in the span of five short years?
So, I am dying, you see, and not from an illness that affects me but one that affect society. As far as I know everyone in my order has been disposed off – all except for me, that is. I am in hiding, after fleeing what was left of my village, my community, my life. I took with me every scroll and book I could find, everything I could carry on my back. I will attempt to translate our writings, our history and our dogma to English and hope that someone, somewhere, might follow in our footsteps.
I am Brother Timothy Gerald Vallen, the last Nyrondrian.