#Stories from Almatia

[almateantales]

An Old Diary

(Date Unclear, pages are torn and damaged)

I am leaving this country.

It has been decades since I first came to this place, and despite what has become of me because of that decision, I can’t find myself resentful towards it. No amount of suffering could bury the few good experiences I had thanks to this place, and in the end it is inevitable for me to feel grateful. It took many years.

I have nothing to regret at this point, and only wish to not meet my end here of all places. I don’t intend to stain their homeland any longer.

(...)

This is the last entry this diary will have. I hope it serves as evidence that I really am gone, no other traces of my identity will be found after this one.

Farewell, Almatia.

-S.

[almateantales]

Welcome.

This is Almatia, a modern nation that came to be after a fierce war for revolutionm wich made it free from a tyrannical ruler. It was a new start, and soon the land saw progress peacefully. Time passed, and the next generations now see the hard work of their ancestors come to bloom.

This blog is made with the intention of sharing the stories that have accumulated in all this time.

The first revolutionaries, who planted the seeds for a better future. The ones who completed the work, becoming heroes of the nation. The ones who assisted from the shadows, who chose to believe in the promise made to them.

But also the dethroned, who tried to maintain power at all costs. Their allies, who for various reasons wanted to maintain the status quo. The neutrals, who preferred to wait and see what would happen.

Every story is worth telling, and they will be included here in this archive. Hopefully they will entertain you.