"We've heard the old tales of a promised land, and the songs of what's to come. But the truth is, our goddess must be mad. She promised us paradise. We exist in hell. But we were given a choice; a way out. Unfortunately, the way out is through..."
I have painted the dark of yesterday, yet another crimson day awaits. Answer me, goddess. Where is my paradise? My enemies scream in silence from their ripped lungs. Their eyes fall dark in my shadow. Morrighan, have you forsaken us? Long we have lived in this malevolence awaiting your return to free us. You promised us paradise, my goddess, and yet the lack of your graceful presence has left us in this hell. What grave sin have we committed to suffer this fate? What have we done to anger you so? Are we now the forgotten?
I, Lann, live in service of the prophecy. Morrighan, my goddess, you have blessed me with the skill to fight. With my blades, I will spill the blood of the Fomors and rid the world of their monstrosities in your name. I carry out your one wish in hope that you may descend from the heavens and spread your wide wings, unshielding our eyes from this blindness and lifting us to Erinn, our promised land.
Goddess, you've bestowed me with a sign. As I lay in the depths of slumber, you revealed the silhouette of your heavenly form. Drowning in a dark shroud of an abyss, my body had been slowly consumed by the black emptiness of nothing, just as you appeared before me. With your magnificent wings spread, the shroud of anguish, misery and death shimmered and faded in the blinding light that was behind your graceful form. Was it Erinn, my goddess?
Though the hardship of survival weakens within us men, you have given me the strength to remain a believer. I believe in Erinn. I believe in you. Sincerely, I hope you will believe in me. The wrongdoing of our sins will be righted. I leave my fate within your hands, Morrighan.
With all that is in my being, I pray that you will forgive us.
- Lann