[Entry 1 – Unknown Date]
The pen feels heavy in my hand tonight. Perhaps it's the weight of what I carry within me, or perhaps it's the world I have chosen to defend.
Ravenwood is more than just a fortress—it is hope. A symbol of unity amidst chaos. I've walked its stone walls, felt the power that courses through this ancient ground, and made an oath to protect it with my life. If this place falls, the kingdom will shatter like glass, and the crown will be left in pieces.
But I am here, and as long as I draw breath, no enemy shall take it.
I am told I cut an imposing figure—though I don't concern myself with such things. My hair, long and brown, often tied back in a ponytail, is hardly remarkable. My fedora, however, has earned me many names: "The Gentleman Commander," "The Shadow of Ravenwood," and others I've never cared to remember.
