Alright guys, my little sis looks like she's having fun with this whole 'telling a story' business, so I'll try it myself for a bit. Figure it's gonna be a nice backdrop 'cause she doesn't even know this herself; heh, neither that I'm telling you, nor that it actually happened. Can't think of much though, so Histy's birth will have to do. And hey, it beats lying around and having to listen to Arfy's constant rambling... wait, I'm supposed to put some sort of deep or inspirational or characterising quote here, right? Eh, whatever, you'll survive without one for once.

-Croire

Ahem, so let's see. Our story begins with Prisme, Eden's Silver Heart.

Much had happened in her life since her birth, for she had lived three thousand years by that time. The rise and fall of countless gods, the first and second emergence of Arfy, er, the Deity of Sin. The change of faith in humankind, as well as so many other events that listing them all would take again as long as this entire tale already is.

Prisme resided within her castle of masterfully crafted Sharicite, its walls emitting light reminiscent of the moon that broke in weird ways once reflected by the various metal and glass surfaces of the furniture. It held an otherworldly beauty in its arrangement indeed, a kaleidoscope of silvers and whites and greys, but that was merely its cover. The reason Prisme arranged it as such was much simpler.

For this castle was her residence, sculpted by her as a place of tranquility. No humans were to disturb her peace, and thus every area within it was made to induce unease in any mortal that dared enter to petition her during her time off from duty.

Times were different, folks. That's why mom changed it all after all.

That day however, Prisme was not aimlessly walking the halls in contemplation. Her mind was set on the next step of her finest creation and she made for the western tower's top, silvery wings gently swaying after her form. Hardened features belied the kind thoughts underneath.

Once she had ascended into her workshop, the CPU beheld her masterpiece...es. For there were three of us, three Tomes. Our covers were a little different, mine mainly a dark blue that was almost black with some purples and reds, Histy's a lilac colour, and our middle sister had a silvery white.

I was complete and watching her as she made to work on Histy. The other one was not; discontinued halfway through her creation, as her specifications had been found wanting just like mine. She did not even have a name. Neither of us felt so cruel as to give her one, only to extinguish her before she could ever truly live up to it.

"Are you sure this is the right way," I asked mom after a few hours while she took a break. She had made the choice to create a guardian Tome after Arfy's, er, Her second emergence.

Wanna know what she said to me first? "It's rude not to show people a face to talk to, Croire." In this soft yet steely mom-tone that makes it clear you better remember your manners immediately. So, uh, I did and projected my avatar.

Now, remember how Histy's appearance of choice is the pale, blonde honour student? Well, mine isn't. I actually have some colour on the skin of my avatar, not quite like chocolate but getting there. Our hair is the same colour, just like mom's, but I prefer my black one-piece over her purple dress. My wings are a few tones darker and more jagged, too. Oh, and I don't believe in socks or shoes, so my legs are bare. There, that should do for you to get an idea how I normally look like, friggin' text.

So anyway, I materialised my avatar and asked her again. She smiled back and nodded solemnly, her voice full of both passion and resolve: "Yes. Humanity has grown complacent wielding power it does not deserve. I will strip it away so that future generations of gods and goddesses can love them again."

She had suffered greatly throughout her life, having to put down dozens of her kin. I knew that, though I had not experienced it myself. But I had been the prototype, the first Tome, so I could see what she saw. "You know it can't be locked away entirely," I told her. "Remnants will remain in some, no matter how hard we try."

She just looked at me calmly then, hand already stretched out to Histoire's open frame. "Then they shall be humanity's champions," she said. It may as well have been a command upon the very world itself.

Days passed as she kept working quietly, careful to set everything up as perfectly as she could. I helped with the fine tuning, being much more in sync with a fellow Tome than she was. Once Histoire neared completion however, a subject we both dreaded had to be breached. We both had much time to think about it in the months and years it took to craft the third and thus final Tome.

One minute of rest was all it took for me to make up my mind and tell her: "I think I should be the one to take care of her." With a finger pointed to my unnamed sibling, I made sure mom understood me perfectly clear.

She was not happy, but also tired from her long life. It did not matter who did the deed, in the end. So she merely nodded, giving her permission.

My sister had listened and, even unfinished as she was, projected her own avatar of pale skin and a pristine white dress. She could not speak, but her smile told me she accepted it, too.

The Tome is supposed to guard the greatest powers and secrets, and the very history of Gamindustri. Insufficient core paradigms or incompatible specs as with us first two were not acceptable, and neither was our continued existence that put Histoire's duty at risk.

So I focussed more on my avatar and hopped over to hers, giving her a big hug while channeling the spell of death. It was quick, painless, a bit of ugly red light sinking into her before she simply disintegrated. She smiled toward the end, and I held her until the last wisps of her avatar dissipated together with her body.

Our mother, our creator, watched the whole proceedings while holding Histoire to her chest. The sole witness to her child's birth, life, and death; she would have done it herself, but even if she pretends to keep her distance, I know she cares too much. She already had to bring an end to me later, so I felt it was only fair to share the burden.

I have to say, I never expected to end up on the Graveyard together with her and my sis. Thought I'd just evaporate, but... well, I guess my soul is real after all. Anyway.

We did not speak any more and got back to work, with only short breaks to rest. There would be no rush this close to our goal, but neither would we take our sweet time.

And then it was time. Histy sat completed and I got to see her avatar for the first time. Smaller back then, cute. You wanna know what she said? Same thing I did after my first booting. I still cherish that memory.

Her first words were "Hello World".