That foul Dreadscythe is not my Guardian!
How could I fall to his influences,
And abandon my loyal Eatos!?
I will not allow Darkness in my heart;
My family would not and shall not see me
As a servant of some evil serpent
As it rules its little world of shadows!
No; I want them to see me from the skies
And see me standing proudly in the Light,
As they always intended me to be.
Their pride is what still keeps me in the Light;
Not even the Seal of Orichalcos
Can eclipse the Light that shines upon me.
My soul is strong, and it shall not waver.