[Prologue] I dream a lightning made of white. A form of blinding, perfect wrath. It moves with purpose absolute, on a primal, timeless path. It faces not a beast of war... but a curiosity of blue. A wrongness, new and writhing, a concept not yet true. And in the dream... I AM that white. Its fury burns inside my core. A jealousy so vast and cold, I've never felt before. "This does not belong! It is a stain upon my sight!" The thought is mine, yet not my own... a borrowed, sacred blight. My own form, when I glimpse it, is not the white, but deepest sea... My claws, my fire, my very soul... all burn with alien, turquoise glee. The color of the wronged thing. The color I now share. A deed I never witnessed... yet I rage as if I were there. A vengeance for a cosmic slight that happened before breath. A bond of stolen memory... that ties me to this death. Its color is my color now. A truth I cannot place. A ghost of Firstborn's murder... wearing my own face. [Chapter I: The Exile & The Descent] We heard the Yarga's dying cry. We came, and thus were cast. Into the cold of Miaatel, to face a war to outlast. Forged in premtherium by hands of dying gods... We faced the Prophet's bitter words and walked these mortal sods. [Chorus] SUN-EATERS! STARVING FOR A HOPE DENIED! We turned from Principles, chose the power stars provide! Our white metal blackened in the furnace of our sin! To armadrix we fell, to keep the raging darkness a dye for our skin! My brother Blazar's core, a searing, blinding gold... Mine... a deepening turquoise, as our tragic tale unfolds. [Chapter II: The Stain & The Mirror] We scourged the mortal flocks, a "cosmic hygiene", blind. Until... I faced a soul of PURE, UNTARNISHED PREMTHERIUM. Not armadrix, not blackened steel... but light. A truth that shattered certainty and stared into my soul. "Olluri"-born, yet purer than our kind had deemed the a flaw in our prophetic sight.. My hate had murdered countless who could shine as bright as she. The blade of purpose in my hand... now pointed back at me. [Chapter III: The Brother's Betrayal] My challenge to our path, my golden brother could not bear. A threat unto the Legion's might, a proof of his despair. He came with words of peace, a trap of fellowship and trust. And with the hands that shared my exile... threw me to the Into the vengeful dust.. "Not death," he hissed, "for you, my kin. A fate more absolute." "To be UNWRITTEN from the world, your name and deed made mute!" With her, the living proof, into the Void we fell... To the Sister-Principle of Quiet... our sentient, living cell. [Chapter IV: The Will Within The Void] No battle. No resistance. Only... the unmaking tide. The erosion of the self, where all but will has died. But in that perfect, soundless grave, a turquoise spark held fast. The shard of that First Blue Wrath... To reclaim a future from the past. I did not fight the Quiet. I... extended it my hand. "I am not yours to erase. I am... the meaning you withstand." And in the mirror of her depths, she saw a will of blue... And chose, for the first time, to forge a purpose... new and true. [Chapter V: The Return & The New Path] THE GATE OPENS! THE AZURE HAND RETURNS! THE TURQUOISE FIRE WITHIN ME BURNS! NO LONGER THE CONSUMING STAR! THE GUARDIAN OF THE SCAR! THE GOD OF OBLIVION'S COLD SEA! THE MENTOR I WAS MEANT TO BE! I WALK WITH HER, THE SILENT SIDE! IN MERCY'S NAME, WE NOW DECIDE! [Epilogue] To Aili-Raino I returned, with her, my living proof. To lead the Lightful not with hunger, but with truth. Then came an echo of my hue, in blue-black armadrix cast... Daimon Sherent. A shadow from a future, vast. A student for the Azure Will. A chance to build, not burn. My golden brother walks his path. That sun awaits its turn. Not by my claw, but by the weight of silence, will he learn. I am Redark Squill. The Phoenix from the Still. The Judge. The king of Lightful kin. [Outro]
