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Dear reader,
I am Libra. I am a servant of the Goddess Naga, among other Gods. I believe in their word, and try my hardest to be an example to those who need hope in these trying times. People every day ask me if the people of Ylisse will survive, and if this war will ever end. They fear the Valmese, and others suspect ill of the Plegians because of our past with them. Because of what I have heard about the future…I can understand everyone’s uncertainty.
I am not the brightest, shining example of what people expect a Naga follower to be. I do not believe in myself, and I have had my fair share of dark times. So, I believe it is a miracle that I am alive today, and I want to spread the hope that was given to me, even if it is difficult; I am not among the most outspoken.
A recent journey that I have been put on has put me into a new perspective on how to spread such hope. Not everyone knows, but I was not born a man. I felt strongly about my manhood, but I never believed that the Gods would allow such a thing. After all, they had given me a woman’s body; why question their decision?
But suppressing those feelings made me feel worse, to the brink of self-destruction.
No one deserves such a fate.
With my experience, I am a firm believer that the Gods did not grant me a man’s body for a transcendent purpose: to spread hope to those who also had a similar struggle to my own.
I did not expect the first person I would help to be a relative; a nibling if you will. One of my brother-in-law’s children too suffers from experiencing a gender different from what is expected. Watching their pain resonated with me, more than I can express.
Dear reader, the entries that are bound were for my nibling Lucina, to help them heal from their pain. However, because of my larger purpose, I have entrusted these excerpts from my journaling to anyone who seeks help with their pain. I hope that it helps you too with the burdens you bear.
May the Gods bless you all,
Libra