Today there was another Demon Raid on Caer Laleldan. It seems that the forces of the Dark Lord are getting stronger again.

I found one of these foul creatures in the Throne Room, but alas I am unable to match the strength of one of these beasts on my own, and I was slain by the monster. Thankfully the brave adventurers of the land rushed to clear Caer Laleldan, and once again the area returned to tranquility.

It is following these raids that my thoughts find themselves resting on something that has been on my mind for a while, and that is my role in this land of ours.

I have found that I am the true heir to the land of Valorn, but for what reason? I know very little about this place, although I learn more with every passing day, but it still bothers me that I know nothing of my past. What of my family - were they aware of my lineage.

Could it be possible that my family fled from Valorn during the fall of the Golden Age, and fate has ordained me to return and guide the people to victory over the Demon Lord? If this is the case then I must continue to do the best I can for the people of Valorn.

As with most thoughts there are questions within questions. What of the future of the land, and of myself?

Sometimes I feel as if this role I find myself in is somewhat of a curse rather than a blessing. Many turn to me for advice and guidance but who do I turn to for advice, guidance or support?

Somebody kind and gentle asked me if it was nice being so popular recently - it is nice, but there are times when it is equally as nice being able to blend into the crowd, or to spend quite time with polite company getting to know somebody better.