Today I die.
I feel it in my bones.
I feel it within my soul.
The seasons tell me.
Cry not for me, child.
I do not deserve your tears.
I do not deserve your love.
For today you inherit my power.
And I will deceive you no longer.
I will strip this lie of benevolence.
For this, power is a burden.
For this, power is a responsibility.
For this, power is a curse.
Creation itself.
Destruction incarnate.
The power of the gods in mortal hands.
Many will try to take it from you.
They would kill you for it.
The fools.
They understand not what they seek.
No boon is without its price.
They understand not its consequences.
You will understand them.
They will tear at you.
They will torment you.
And you will never be free.
You will wish you had never been born.
You will wish that we had never met.
This I promise you.
For our meeting was an unfortunate one.
And you would have been better off having died that day.
For this abominable power brings only misery.
Yet I chose you.
And that is your greatest misfortune.
This power.
It will isolate you.
It will intoxicate you.
It will consume you.
And it will only bring you pain.
This is the curse I bestow upon you, child.
A burden you must carry for your entire life.
A cursed treasure you must defend with your life.
Curse me.
Curse me, child.
Curse that foolish wizard.
Curse this cruel world.
And most of all, curse yourself.
But you must bear it.
Until death's sweet embrace frees you from your suffering.
Now live for me.
Now die for me.
For with this last breath, I condemn you, Amber.
May you suffer as much as I have.
And may the next suffer even more.
For that is our curse.