[Turning the page, the back of it is blank. The next page, however, is filled with an elegant script.]
Death from the Machine: An Account of Annihilation Averted
(or as it might be more colloquially called),
The Second Requiem and How it Was Stopped
by
Proserpine Viator
Student of Sentience, Essence and Scatebrae
[Over the next page, written in bold lettering are the words 'NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR'.]
The account I relay to you now is a true one. I make this clear from the outset because I shall have to take liberties with its telling, but not with the truth itself. The reason I am unashamed to reveal; it is not my intention to compose an instruction manual for those who may seek, for whatever reason, to see that most terrible moment of Darkon's history repeated. One may hope to study sentience and essence as I do without the inexorable danger of Requiem's pursuit. My wish was never to see it repeated, but to understand its effects and the undead menace our country suffers.
As such, names will be altered. There will be some who will be able to piece the truth of our identities together, but I doubt that they shall ever have sight of these words.
I write this account not only to tell you that there are those who will attempt to bring about Requiem, and the fact that they can be stopped, but I also write it in dedication.
I dedicate this work to the pupils of my former school in Nartok. I have not forgotten your words of mockery and cruelty. I have not forgotten how many pairs of my spectacles you broke (twenty five) because it was an amusing game. I have not forgotten how you told me that I, the Maykleman, would never amount to anything.
I hope that this shall prove to be a suitably eloquent rebuttal.