Journal Entry #395
May 5th, 2014
I used to dream of rising to the very top, of defeating every single one of my foes. I dreamt of a developed India, with not many problems to deal with, with a happy population.
Now, all I yearn for is the safety and the health of my people. We managed to stay out of most conflicts, running into a few disputes with my neighbors, but when does that not happen? Either way, we managed to avoid any conflict, but there was one thing that hit us hard.
Disease, sickness, that bloody plague, however you wish to call it.
Crops have withered out without a hand to care for them, water is running scar