Diary of Tiria Wildlough, High Rhulain of Green Isle
Summer of the Cobalt Skies
It's been two seasons since I came to the Isle and killed Felis. My actions were justified. Still, I can't help thinking: ''Does war bring out the worst in us, or is it the worst in us that brings on war?'
I set my quill down and stared off into space, lost in thought. Would things have happened differently if the wildcats had come in peace?