Presidential Memoirs of Tuftcheek Longvision

It is the start of the year 3006.

The last year was none too pleasant for the people of Demaria. The coming of the Advanced Thul Resequencing Virus. The savagery of gunning down our own people in a panic. The horror of hanging a Demarian mistakenly identified as Imperator Sharpeye Skygazer. A brief civil war. And then the mass suicide in the desert - the final judgment of the Great Watchers and the Sand Mother of those who partook of the chaos.

These things are behind us now, but they must never be forgotten. We must use them to fuel our dedication to building a new Demaria.

I am a soldier by trade. I was a soldier in 2651 when they put us in cryogenic freeze to await a chance to fight the Kretonians. I never got that chance to fight. We slept through the fall of the conquerors in 2806. We didn't even wake up until Stumppaw Sandwalker and his companions found us in the facility under the desert after Sanctuary's return a few years back.

Now, I am a politician charged with the job of helping reconstruct our damaged society.

I've made Silvereye Paintedheart the Battleclaw of the Demarian Militia. I recognize that he had - probably still has - strong loyalties to the Imperator and Skygazer's mate, Snowmist. More important, however, I believe Silvereye holds the loyalty of his fellow warriors. Were I to try to impose someone else upon them, no doubt they would read that as an attempt to dilute Silvereye's influence and squeeze out the last elements of the old guard. That's not the message I want to send, though.

What we do now isn't about erasing the past, but embracing it and moving on. Silvereye served his people well during the crisis last year. His people, not his masters. And that is what we need right now.