[Michalis]

Meranthe is a beautiful country.

It is teeming with undiscovered mythos and rich with history that dates as far back as the dawn of humanity.

Of course, with the passage of time, many things are often lost.

Doubtless it be that He, who serves as our primogenesis, would be all but forgotten when much of our particular culture, as well as the very foundation of the lands we walk were brought about by the Primals.

Perhaps He had the foresight to know it would be this way, for He is one that does not require worship. From the greatest star, to the smallest amoeba; his influence shows in everything.

And yet, even now, you have fools such as I, who would still seek to keep his name alive.

I am not yet complete. There is still so much I don't know.

. . . .

I will fast for as several long days and nights.

The gospels are strung up by the moss of time, and the world has changed much since then.

I know not if They will speak unto me to depart their wisdom.

But I know well that I must do this.

Father, who art in Avalon, giveth me strength.

Even now, there are terrible evils brewing right in our wake.