It is moments like these that make anyone reflect…myself on my many failures…but my great success! Yes! My success! The preservation of this rotten world…those filthy creatures bickering about which is superior and all the while destroying each other through sick wars and decimation of not only their own kind but all of nature. Humans…Elves…All of them bigots, sick bigots who just want things for their benefit and no one else's.I turned and looked out the window of my castle, the dark red sky of mana, with pockets of blue mana clouds circulating….it was as dark as usual. My mind drifting back…as the giant success loomed in front of me.

"You Bastard!" I leapt for the Nobleman of the Sylvaranti Kingdom, trying to claim his throat in my hands. I was quickly put on my back by the strike from the blunt side of a spear…looking up at the man's bodyguards. The large grisly man held my dearest…most beloved sister…in his filthy hand. She was gasping for air, her hands gripping the man's hand doing the best to gently remove it from her throat. She was kicking and flailing, green hair all awry her eyes wide. Martel! Martel you sick bastard! Let her go! I tried to recover to my feet, but I was pinned by the boot of the nobleman's guard. I won't let you hurt her you human bastard! I remember reaching outwards towards my beloved sister, and as her eyes fell closed I screamed! It was as if the pure rage within me took form….the fire of my soul drew the fire out of me…I don't know. All I remember…was fire. Lots of it, erupted from my hands and body, burning the man and his guards, and I got up…Martel gasping for breath recovering fairly quickly.

"Mithos? What have you done?" She asked as she sat up and saw the charred remains of the men who assaulted her for not moving out of his way, even though she had a horrible leg injury…too horrible for our young magic to take care of. "You're just going to prove them right Mithos. That we are inhuman and horrible monsters…and should be exterminated." Dammit! You don't understand at all! "Instead Mithos, we should be working to end the discrimination, forever. Make it so they don't fear us, but accept us." I nodded my head, a boy of six…desperately fighting to protect the one I hold dearest. Dear Sweet Sister.

I think now about her now…my sweet beloved sister…and I know I can't live without her. Her lengthy green hair descending in small waves down her back…those beautiful emerald eyes that seemed to me to be more valuable than the Lightning Spirit's worthless stone. These…emeralds, pieces of rock! No…Martel's eyes had a vivacity unspoiled by the hatred of mankind, and elfkind. When I last saw her she stood a few inches taller than me, her smile perfect, and her lips curling up in just the right way even the angriest of monsters would calm in her presence. Except the monsters of humankind. Her body the envy of our kin, and the desire of many humans…her curvy lovely feminine form enticed the world around. She truly is a Goddess! Yes...The Goddess Martel, and I her hero...The Hero Mithos!

Damn that Yuan! Damn him! My sister loves a man, who does not appreciate her. He desecrates her memory; I believe he is deliberately stalling my work! Preventing her resurrection! But I do not know for sure…and without proof…Kratos will certainly fight against me! Certainly! I cannot afford to have Origin's Seal betray me before Martel and my Lifeless Beings can be seen born into existence.

I remember turning this time…to a knock on the door.
"Lord Yggdrasill." The Blue-Winged Seraph said as he walked through the door of Mithos' private study.
"Yes Kratos?"
"Preparations for the Chosen Ceremony are completed. Please come to the Great Seed Chamber."

Soon Dear Sister! Soon…we'll be together again. Soon...be patient...dear sweet beloved sister.