One year ago this very day, they came. Those fiends, those cursed Asmodians. They appeared from nowhere, leaping through one of our portals only a few moments after our legionnaires had left. The cowards. They butchered us where we stood, and though our bravest tried their hardest to resist their attacks, what real hope did they have against these immortals? I ran, I have no shame in saying it, I ran and hid while my friends, and my neighbours, and my family were all slain.

Someone needs to remember acts like these, for it is through these actions that a rational being can see which of our people are honourable, and which are wicked. So I ran, and I hid, and when I returned to my settlement I helped bury the dead. “Why?” I asked, “Why would someone do this?” It was then that I realised how little I knew of the history of our planet, and soon after I started researching what happened so many years ago that would result in us being at war with those who we once considered our brothers, the Asmodians. Within these pages you will read all that I have come to learn about Atreia, those of us who once lived and those of us who still live on these sacred lands.

Are we an arrogant people? Perhaps. I have seen arrogance amongst the Elyos just as I have seen warmth and generosity. The Asmodians though, I have seen them with my own eyes, and they have made me taste my own blood. Is it not obvious that those creatures, now twisted into such vile monsters, have been cursed by Aion? Is it possible that we Elyos, beautiful as we are, are blessed? Are we a reflection of the environments in which we have survived, and lived, or are they a reflection of us? For the life of me, I do not know.

My name is Rafaela, and I have detailed my research below. I can only hope that you find my notes useful and that they can somehow aid you in ridding this beautiful, broken world of these demons that now infest it.