This is a project I've been wanting to work on. Anyone can add to it, it's different citizen's journal entries from before, during and after the war and the rage of fire. It doesn't have to go in order, any idea you have for any story of a citizen can go right in here.

The queen of Almire

The bordering kingdoms have occupied Almire for many years now. They are cruel, unrelenting, they steal our youth and make slaves of adults. The forests and fields of golden grass and blue-leaved trees are now dead and neglected, much like the needs of my people... and my daughter. Shortly after my sweet Vanaduke left on his virtuous yet empty quest, I found I was with child. Not seven months after that, while I was and still am a slave to these wretched occupants, I found myself holding a beautiful baby girl. Her beauty outshines the beauty of Almire at it's greatest time. She is my only tether to this hell. My only hope. Her innocent smile gives me will to live. She resembles her father so much, and retains all his best qualities. Her spirit is strong, loving, unyielding, like this kingdom once was. I've told her many a story about her father, how he was a benevolent ruler, how Almire thrived during his rule, and he stayed strong up until when he vanished into those forsaken mountains, never to be seen again. I believe him dead; how could he not be? But somehow, our daughter thinks otherwise. Everyday she smiles from morning until nightfall. When I ask her how she does it, she tells me she knows that one day, her father will return and rid our kingdom of the occupants, and Almire will return to it's former glory. And once that happens, she says, her father will hold her and me in his arms, and he will protect us forever from then on. I can only hope she is right. Oh Vanaduke... where are you?