Disclaimer: The Young Wizards series belongs to Diane Duane.
I meant it to be a blessing. I know that my children think I had some plan, that I knew what to do with the universe. They think my plan was changed, ruined, because of His gift. But it wasn't. His gift, and it was a gift, was part of the plan. What changed my plan was the Others' reaction. They called the gift a curse, said it was twisted, evil. It was meant as a natural end to things, a way to get to Time's Heart. The Others don't realize, or choose not to see, that pain and hate and death are what make joy, love, and all the other emotions that They love so much stand out. It's what makes life worth living- striving to overcome the darkness and find the light.
My poor Son. He wonders what he did to deserve this. He thinks that I have deserted Him, that I have turned from Him, that I don't care. If he could only see that the wizards are not His enemies- that I have sent them to help him. In the beginning, They did not have much success. They were blinded by prejudice, ignorance, and fear, as was my Son. But now things are changing. There are wizards who are accomplishing the task I set Them eons ago.
Juanita and Dairine Callahan, Kit Rodriguez, Ronan Nolan, and Roshaun attempt to defeat Him, and have varying degrees of success. But Nita changed His name in the Speech, so that He has a chance to change- a chance He has denied himself for so long. Dairine persuaded him to take that chance. Kit, Ronan, and Roshaun come along as back up, always ready to help. He has been redeemed now, and all that is left is to clean up the splinters He left behind. Then the universe can run the way I meant it to run.
I never meant for you to be the villain. It was not my intention to drive you away, or to exile you from Time's Heart. They call you Destroyer of Worlds, Extinguisher of Life, Inventor of Death, Starsnuffer, Source of Entropy, Kindler of Wildfires, the Lone Power, the Lone One, but They don't know you as I do. You are proud, and ambitious. You didn't mean entropy as a curse. You only wanted to be original. You should not be punished for that, and yet you are…