I apologize for the shortness of this prologue, and I realize it might be terrible, but I really for the life of me could not come up with anything to make it any longer. three hundred and sixty two words. Really short. Even I don't like that. Enjoy, however. This came about mostly because of my immense need for a female venus adept. Plus, I had little clue how to create an original story inside the world of Weyard that didn't involve the lighthouses. And besides. Cycles are fun, right?
Even with my hair in my face, I knew. This adventure had been done before. I didn't tell my fellow adventurer's, but it had been done. Although, maybe the Wise One hadn't existed then, so perhaps it was easier. Maybe it would be impossible without the seemingly all-knowing mass of rock. I never told my companions the reason I was being chased. They'd never asked, but after all this time, and on our way to Jupiter, the last lighthouse we'd visit… I felt they had a right to know. But I was scared of what they'd say.
I was a Jupiter Adept, name was Breil, however I had no great wish to see the lighthouse of my own element. I marched right with the other three Adepts of our group, but I was quiet. Eia, our leader, stared back at me, silently wondering, like usual. I'd faced that stare the entire trip, and I'd still not come to grips with how to explain myself to her. Her, especially. With just one quiet look, she'd quelled our companions' wonderings when they stumbled upon me.
I could see it on their faces, nearly feel it calling out to my Jupiter-given mind-reading abilities. That day was long ago. It's not my story to tell, but I wish I could. Our journey till now is Eia's story… but I must go my own through Jupiter. I know what awaits me at the top. I've seen it. Jupiter is the wind. The wind carries the thin fabric of reality along the sky of truth, giving creation time. With Jupiter, comes foresight. If I don't go alone, I'd never forgive myself for what would happen.
And that, is why I did what I did then. Perhaps Eia's story will come to you, but I can no longer bear to leave mine behind. What happened next is lost to history… but know the following, and know it well. Jupiter was lit. The Golden Sun formed over Mount Aleph. The Wise One watched, not interfering directly in mortal affairs, yet still deciding the fate of the world. Over… and over. And thus, my story closes. Tragically short as it was.
