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I believed I was the one.

That I, Vendal, would tear down the hypocrisy humanity is forced to live with, to lead the way towards our indepence, extract ourselves from the hands of the Gods that now walk with us, drive them away from our home and finally claim independence.

I dreamed of a world without man, woman or child to looking up in search for answers but down, at the earth beneath their feet, to the world we were given, the one we could build upon it with our own hands. I believe humanity can achieve anything, that if we stopped reaching toward the heavens with our palms open like beggars and, instead, set our hands in stone, we would raise something taller than any Gods' throne.

For years, I have led this battle...

I have casted all aside for this mission. I have turned away from family, I have refused love, I have faced insurmontable odds, I have bled, I have claimed victories, I made powerful allies, and lost friends, I have lied, I have deceived, I have betrayed, I have murdered, amassed power some mortal men can only ever dream of and yet, despite it all...

I would not be the one fulfill this vision.

I came to the cruel realization there was no more power for me to obtain, no more room or talent left for me to tap into... I had reached the full extent of my own potential, become one of the few humans to be able to say there was no road left for me to drive on.

Yet this war required so much more...

Thus, I had to humble myself and start, what I understood later, to be my real mission... find and nurture the one.

The world knows the name of 'Vanki' as one to carry ruin and death, you are very much feared by this world. I know 'Vanki' as this small, weak, boy who walked into my camp. A pathetic litte critter, at the time.

You were not the first one I chose to invest in nor you were ever my favorite. There were other prospects, ones I believed to be much more apt to carry on this mission than you ever would be - yet today, you are the last. The others have left our world, either from circumstances out of my control or handled by my own hands. It was always the plan, always meant to be, that one concept the Gods fail to understand to this day... the children must be Greater than the parents.

I accept your plea.

Let us and the world see if you have truly risen up to the occasion... or merely grown large enough for a casket.

DATE: Soon
SETTINGS: Deadly 
LOCATION: Public