A letter home
My dearest Mother,
I hope this letter finds you and the orchard well. As I sit here in my tent, pen in hand, I cannot help but think of the trees that surround our home, and how I long to be there, to smell the sweet scent of the blossoms, to taste the apples.
But alas, I am far from home, and tomorrow I will march into battle. The Invasion of Gladomyr has been a long and grueling campaign, and we have seen many of our brothers fall. Yet still we march on, driven by duty and honor, and the hope of victory.
Tonight, as I write this letter, I do not know what fate awaits me on the battlefield. But I do want you to know that I will fight with all my heart and soul, for Salia, for our people, and for our way of life.
I cannot help but think of our orchard, and the trees that have stood strong for generations. Like those trees, I will stand tall and proud, facing whatever may come, knowing that I am fighting for something greater than myself.
Please do not worry about me, dear Mother. I am strong, and I am brave, and I will do my duty to the end. If fate should take me from this world, know that I will rest well, knowing that I fought for what I believed in.
I love you, Mother, and I will always be with you in spirit.
With all my love,
— Carnané
Carnané ap Dwi fought bravely in the Battle of Gladomyr but was fatally wounded. His battalion continued to fight in the campaign, facing heavy losses but ultimately emerging victorious. The family orchard referred to by Carnané in Tír Chánach remained a symbol of his family's resilience and strength. After the war, a portion of the land was donated by his family to establish a memorial garden in honor of Carnané and other fallen soldiers who died in Gladomyr without ever seeing their homes again. The garden remains a tribute cherished by Tír Chánach to this day, keeping Carnané's memory alive forever.
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