When I was a kid, my grandpa would tell me stories, stories of how Empyrean and Terrians once lived together with one another peacefully. Would tell me stories of how the tribes would celebrate without a care. One of them went something like this.

In the land of Tierre, Empyrean roamed the skies freely while the Terrians would look onwards slowly shaping the land around them. They coexisted peacefully, roaming their rightful territories, but would embrace each others differences and explore the others domain when given the chance. Their leaders were good friends, almost like kin, the populice would quip about. If one was to ask how such distinctive tribes were able to get along so well, one would answer with riddles.

"We are as different as the moon and the sun, child. Yet, without one we'd have no light to guide us through our lonely nights."

However, every now and again prophets would foresee the division of the two tribes. Numerous tribesmen would scoff and call it blasphemy. Responding with speeches of how the deep bonds the tribes had would uphold for an eternity. If only they knew it was love that would drive them apart. A Love that would turn a man into a being of hate. A man who would resurrect monsters of mass destruction, only to be sealed away. Only for them to seek freedom once more. The fate of the only surviving tribe would rest on the shoulders of two young men.

With a pained look in his old eyes, he would speak such sad words. "One day you'll find out the rest for yourself, Tsunayoshi". I never guessed what he meant by that, only that I would spend months of my life discovering the rest of the story.

Merry Christmas DarkIceAngelFlare! I hope your year has gone well so far and that the next is even better!