My tale must be told. I cannot permit my knowledge to die with Tiamat, not when we might have won all.

The puny-winged creatures believe that it wast their courage that won this fight.

The truth is far more sinister. A dark betrayal born in a heart of wrath and envy. Tiamat could never have known.

In the last days of the war, with the Daevas on our threshold, Tiamat called upon Mahito, one of my superiors.

Mahito told me that Tiamat had requested reinforcements from the 1st Dragon Lord Fregion, and not only this, but the bringing to the front of an ancient and as yet untested weapon of vast power. He himself would to be messanger for these rapturous tidings.

Oh, what fierce and unabounding pride we had upon hearing those words, for when the reinforcements came, Tiamat's victory was all but assured. The war would be over within a day, the Daeva tide broken on the cliffs of our innumerable strength.

All we needed was time. A week at most. Our forces were sufficient for such a simple task.

Mahito left, with all haste. We expected him. We waited.

But he did not come.

Search parties sallied forth to find him, but to no avail. He was gone forever.

Why was there no guard for him? Why were the tidings delivered in secret? Why could we tell no one?

No reinforcements came. No weapon to end the war. In time, the Daevas wore us down as the tide doth rocks to sand.

And now Beritra's forces hath turned on us. I suspect them of a vicious plot, but... No! They are upon us. I shall hide this, in hopes it will one day be found.