The Forbidden Journal of Indoril Nerevar: Entry #1

The filthy child stood, features caked in sorrow and dirt.

I could not determine anything about the child, not sex, age nor intellect.

My captain said, “In this child I see great beauty. We shall bathe her in my milk until she succumbs to the Four Corners.”

Disgusted, I severed the hebephile from his impulses, and all of Velothi is richer for his loss.

“You are safe, child. I can take you to the Mother.”

I will never forget the visceral anger, fear and the utter relief on the face of the child.

She spoke, her voice a cracked whisper, too old for her tiny frame, “But are you safe, Muthsera?”