{This script is written in Allorn. and translated in Teledden/Altalar}
My name is H'yyarloé, this is my confession written under the supervision of the Imperial Magus Guard of the Allorn empire: I was thirty-eight Alorian years of age It was a warm night in our home of Luithar Lane, in Lonvaal. I had come home from the academy and my father had provoked me about my dwellings, my schooling, and my personal status before I could get to my chamber door and my head was already pounding; his pious nature and sickening fetish for pitying someone else's life but never his own enraged me to an indomitable degree and then he had the audacity to insult my mother which had never happened before this fight; I then standing there I did what my heart desired, what made sense to me in that moment which was to split him from every fibre of his being from the ground up until he was identical to the pasta the Dressal Ithanians create. This was a magical attack on my father for my defamation and in defence of my mother's stature. Ultimately I cannot help but think this is what she wanted; Justice over a pitiful man. I now will soon stand before the court to testify Innocence of Defensive Nature, I however, do not think they will see past my nature.
My name is H'yyarloé, this is my confession written under the supervision of the Imperial Magus Guard of the Allorn empire: I was thirty-eight Alorian years of age It was a warm night in our home of Luithar Lane, in Lonvaal. I had come home from the academy and my father had provoked me about my dwellings, my schooling, and my personal status before I could get to my chamber door and my head was already pounding; his pious nature and sickening fetish for pitying someone else's life but never his own enraged me to an indomitable degree and then he had the audacity to insult my mother which had never happened before this fight; I then standing there I did what my heart desired, what made sense to me in that moment which was to split him from every fibre of his being from the ground up until he was identical to the pasta the Dressal Ithanians create. This was a magical attack on my father for my defamation and in defence of my mother's stature. Ultimately I cannot help but think this is what she wanted; Justice over a pitiful man. I now will soon stand before the court to testify Innocence of Defensive Nature, I however, do not think they will see past my nature.
