I love my family. My brothers and sisters...are each so different then me. Mori, her strong voice and demanding presence, then there's Zorro, who always seems to make people laugh. Fubusu, the youngest, a lovely heart in a amazing young man. Then there is me.Seth. I am from the race of Grundos...or at least I used to be. I was imprisoned...but I don't remember much of it. I remember sitting alone in the dark, waiting for the cold touch of sleep, which would never come. I remember the cries, of millions of my blood brothers, crying out, ringing in unison, for freedom from our oppressors... One day it came. I remember her. The beautiful Faerie. She was lovely, really. Her body, like the night sky, glowing orbs of light floating in vast nothingness, her legs nearing transparency. Her hair was blue like the rivers I would see in picture books. Her voice was strong, her acts were just, and she was beautiful beyond enduring. But she left... I was left in cold gray metal, a box of sorts, yet it seemed to cruelly surround me everywhere, unlike a box, more like a shell.

Then light..