Prologue
I am a spirit, an entity among and above all others. I watched over the humans since the dawn of their existence. I nurtured them, fretted over their growth. I watched them mature, I watched them fail. And now I watched them destroy. They were destroying my land, my home. No matter, I loved these creatures. These witty, clever, dumb, and emotional creatures. Always changing and ever surprising. It was out of this love that I gave them what they needed.
These creatures that was so dangerous, so stupid, so amazing. I gave the Goddess part of my power and through it she and I healed the land. The creatures reached a sort of enlightenment and evolved. No longer did they harm the land; no longer did they neglect their responsibility to care for it. No longer did they see me. I feel hollow, cold, an empty shell that the pain within me resounds in. It rings from my spirit, it tears at my mind. Ripping and tearing, it bites and burns, it stings and throbs. No matter what I attempt it is in vain. I cannot do this, I cannot bear this burden. These creatures whom I sacrificed for, whom I loved, betrayed me. No longer am I within their thoughts or among their faith. Never again will they shadow my mountain base with prayers or pilgrimage.
The Goddess, my dear Goddess. They see her now, feel her sweet energy and bask in the gentle aura that she emanates. They love her that much I can see. I will cast them aside. Let them feel the pain which they have caused me. I will let my bitterness consume me; I will let the rage loose and flood my heart. No longer shall I feel this love. I will break free of my bond and shackle the creatures to their fate. They brought this upon themselves. I glanced down at this world, at the disgusting creatures. Let them forget, let them live on without me. Soon they will need me; they will come crawling, begging. Will I save them? Will I sacrifice once more? No. I will go now to my darkness. My haven where the pain cannot follow. I shall not wake; forever will I slumber while death rains down from my absence.
Could I be woken? It would take more cunning than they possessed. More determination than any of them knew, more heart and faith than any other. Devotion, bravery, faith, I scoff at these notions. For no creature could have the strength needed. None of these creatures held the right resolve. These terrible, hurtful, marvelous creatures. The humans.
