The snow falls gently over Ishgard, a quiet reminder of the peace we’ve fought so hard to achieve. As I sit here in the Forgotten Knight, the warmth of the hearth and the hum of conversation around me feel almost surreal after everything that’s happened. The Dragonsong War is over, but the echoes of it still linger in my heart.
It wasn’t long ago that I stood face to face with Nidhogg, his rage a tempest that threatened to consume everything. The battle was fierce, a clash of wills as much as blades. Estinien, consumed by the dragon’s wrath, fought alongside us, or perhaps against us, until the very end. It was his strength, his humanity, that ultimately turned the tide. And Aymeric… his unwavering hope was a beacon in the darkness. Together, we brought an end to Nidhogg’s vengeance, but the cost was heavy. The scars of this war run deep, not just in Ishgard, but in all of us who fought to see it through.
Walking through the city now, I can feel the change. The people are still wary, but there’s a lightness in the air that wasn’t there before. The gates are open, and for the first time in centuries, Ishgard is reaching out to the world. It’s a fragile peace, but it’s a start. And yet, as I sit here, I can’t help but think of those we’ve lost. Haurchefant’s smile, Ysayle’s resolve—they’re a part of me now, as much as the battles we fought together.
The road ahead is uncertain, and I know my journey is far from over. But for now, I’ll take this moment to rest, to remember, and to hope. The Dragonsong War may be over, but the song of my heart still plays on. And I’ll keep fighting, not just for Ishgard, but for all those who believe in a brighter tomorrow.
"Though the night be dark and full of terrors, the dawn will always come."
