The people are mostly herdsmen - though timber harvesters and farmers are not uncommon. My own lands to the south are mostly flat I think that they might look less dreary if there were a few mountains to vary the terrain.
The great mountains to the north - with their bald snowcaps and forested mantles - stand like the watchful gods over this land of green fertility. We arrived in Terris earlier this week, and, I have to say, I find the countryside beautiful. They hint, however, that I will have the power to destroy it as well. The Terris prophecies say that I will have the power to save the world.
If men read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I'm the one with the armies. What is to make that man's opinions any less valid than my own? Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. But, what man does not? Even the cutthroat, I have noticed, considers his actions "moral" after a fashion. I consider myself to be a man of principle. Maybe, in their hearts, they wonder - just as I do. What would they think if they knew that their champion - the Hero of Ages, their savior - doubted himself? Perhaps they wouldn't be shocked at all. They say I will hold the future of the entire world on my arms. But I still wonder if they have the wrong man. The philosophers assure me that this is the time, that the signs have been met. Sometimes I worry that I'm not the hero everyone thinks I am. The Epigraphs in Mistborn: The Final Empire, first book of the Mistborn trilogy, are all selections from Alendi's journal in roughly chronological order. This article contains intellectual property reproduced with permission Please do not alter or reproduce without permission from the creator
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