It was the beginning of the nineteenth century. A time of great and glorious change that swiped through the land, bringing forth fires of metal kilns and revolutions both. Both drew me to them like a moth. When I heard that their epicentre was in my homeland, I hurried to return there to witness what I knew will eventually become history.
I assumed the identity of a third son of a small noble, a person whose name and face were barely known, and joined Napoleon's campaign for the French's throne. To my deep regret, my vulnerability to sun stopped me from taking part in his military exploits. They were something I really wished to witness personally after hearing about Napoleon's strategic genius.
