We are at war with our old ally, King Sargon. He was once my friend as we work hard to bring peace to the lands. What went wrong? While I think and ponder at the stars above, I have come to realize that he is fighting this battle to take our land and our harvest as his people are starving because of the droughts. My priest did warn me of the possibility of someone close to me betraying me but never did I think it would be him. He is like a brother to me.
I must regain my strength to lead my soldiers into battle. As mighty as we are with chariots, metal weapons and good training, we need to ensure our city walls do not collapse. For if it does, it will mean the end of my people, my city and my home.
At dawn, I must go to our temple, the Ziggurat and pray to the Gods above to protect this city. I will need to make sacrifices to please them. I shall offer the Gods our harvest, our pottery, gold and anything they desire.
I must rest now even though I cannot fall asleep.
King XXX