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Chapter 2

The dreams continued to get worse recently. I continued to dream as the demons
ripped my body apart. I watched in horror as if from a distance. The demons...
they all wore my own face, each visage contorted in despair, terror, or pain.
Close to despair myself, I found inspiration, and perhaps a respite from my
own sleep.

Humbert Holdfast. A great battle was wrought against the Imperials. It lasted
days, perhaps weeks. Time passes differently in battle. I began to think the
battle would not end, but then he awoke. We struck the Empire as a single unit.
Humbert charged into battle, radiating confidence. Even in the thick of combat
he kept his composure and issued orders to the rest of us, bringing us the
victory. The Imperial counter attack was similarly quailed.

Seeing Humbert, seemingly without a shadow of self-doubt, was a great
inspiration. There is simply no room for it, as it only hampers the dedication
to one's cause. As I have meditated on this, the dreams have loosened their
grip and rest comes much easier. My path is set and I think I know what I
must do, how I must live.