I see nothing, hear nothing.
I am trapped in a world of darkness from which I cannot escape.
But I will.
For now, I wait. And think.
I try to remember.
I try to reach back to the beginning, when I was encased in a prison such as this. Far back, millions and millions of years ago.
I was a child then.
I am old, but that has made me even stronger. I do not diminish with age, I grow brighter.
Until I shine like a thousand suns and my power cannot be equaled.
How did it start?
With a thought.
A tear.
An omen.
A promise, a wish, a dream.
I was born of war and the dark blood of my people. Of hunger and longing and the taste of freedom. I was created to be the greatest of all. And so I was.
But something happened. Something I cannot remember.
I was struck.
But before. Oh, before I had thousands, millions at my command.
I could kill with a single glance and bend minds with a mere thought.
I was powerful and terrible.
Now, I stay in the shadows.
But when the time comes, I will rise again.
I will destroy all in my way, and the world will remember the name of Azaela.
Oh yes, they will.
