"For years, we lived in fear—fear and hope. Our country was besieged by green dragons. When they paraded through the sky, they made us all cower in our villages. The only one who gave us comfort was God. None of the pagans understood this, but our Creator told us how to have power. Over the years that our ancestors lived under the dragons' control, he showed us the way. He told us that one day a continent would appear, so we prepared. We can all use our power, but not against the dragons. Those creatures are sent to punish, to test the faith of those of us who live here. So with our increased power, we subjugated hundreds of villages. Over the millennia, we achieved power beyond our fantasies, but always harboring mute terror of the justice that flew over our nation.
One day, we saw that the prophecies had been fulfilled. Only a month away, a vast expanse of land appeared. In great haste, we followed God's advice to build what would take us to our destiny. Calloused, bleeding hands—many of the pagan subjects died in the construction, but there were always more. Finally, the fleet was ready. Four years of building, and on time, a thousand vessels accommodated the entire population of Terraland—from the humblest artisans to our king. We all departed like a forest from that doomed place. Even though several wanted to bring slaves, our Lord told us that wherever we arrived, everyone could be our slaves. So we freed them, burned our houses, and poisoned our reserves. None of the pagans should live at the expense of what we had. That was not counting that we had not been offering sacrifices of people and food to the dragons for a year—we had to make reserves for the journey—so they would come for them. Yes, those lacking faith did not deserve a continent, even one as ruined as ours.
The journey was without incident. We lost about a hundred ships that traveled at the front, but it was no problem—only low-class people traveled there. Those ships were tribute for the sea dragons, who took each of our offerings and let us pass. I traveled on the common soldiers' ship of the first regiment of our Lord. There, I could see those who did not follow God's guidelines and died in swampy waters stained red. The most I did for them was pray.
We arrived on the tenth day of the year 10,000 A.L. (After Our Lord). The beaches were vast, and the continent rose like a single mountain. We arrived at a small town—they were fishermen. Once we eliminated all the guards, we interrogated the population. Apparently, the city was new due to a cataclysm that had occurred less than five years earlier. That coincided with our designs. A few of those who resisted used magic—nothing dangerous, not with our battle priests. They, using divine grace, protected us while we ~~massacred~~ eliminated those enemies.
Now that we have established a beachhead, the troops are beginning to disembark. The beauty of the unburned sand, lush forests whispering happily at the arrival of God's servants, soft grass where our feet rest during the ascents—beauties only a sacred creature could have created. The creatures living here resist very little. When they know sacred wrath, most flee from power. We have had few casualties. Yet I trust that soon all the ships will disembark and we will put an end to all the pagans who have infiltrated the continent left to us by God.
Sincerely,
Corporal Ackerman"
I could not continue reading this garbage. The corporal looked at me as if it were a sacred work. Pfft! Who cared about the sacred? I hurriedly sent him to prepare. So much fantasy in his words—good that he gave it to me, a priest. Another would put it in those stupid volumes of new literature they called "The New Revelation." There was no time for any of that nonsense here. The sky only dawned with more enemies. There were only difficulties at every step, death per meter. No one said they would be well armed! No one warned me that even the elders would resist—they all fought against us, with fear, knowing they would die. They were only villagers! This was not idyllic—this invasion was hell. Greenleaf was hell.