[Kratos pauses, trying to consider how to explain -- or if he should explain at all. This time, the option to not is secondary to the how; and he only realises afterward. That says something, though he doesn't know what. Still, if nothing else, context will help Raine understand the measures which need to be taken. Kratos can avoid the more ... personal history, he hopes.
[After a moment Kratos takes a seat beside her on the stone, letting his wings fade into the air. He doesn't look at her, though; and when he begins talking again, his voice has the cadence of a recitation.]
Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana. A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and it left behind it a Great Seed too ill to germinate. A hero attempted to save it from its fate by appealing to the rulers of the two kingdoms; but they blocked their ears from his plea.
Instead the hero appealed to the forces of nature themselves, and he made to them this vow: 'I vow to split the worlds asunder to ease the burden upon the Seed. When a century has passed, and the great motherland of Derris-Kharlan returns to shine its light upon the earth, the Seed will be germinated, and I will reunite the world.'
The hero was granted a blessing in the form of divine power and became an angel to watch over the Seed and the two worlds. When a century had passed, the two ancient kings were called to the Holy Ground of Kharlan, where they were to forge a treaty that would last an eternity.
[Kratos pauses then, and looks up at the clouds in the sky, his voice dropping out of rhythm and into a deep sadness.]
no subject
[Kratos pauses, trying to consider how to explain -- or if he should explain at all. This time, the option to not is secondary to the how; and he only realises afterward. That says something, though he doesn't know what. Still, if nothing else, context will help Raine understand the measures which need to be taken. Kratos can avoid the more ... personal history, he hopes.
[After a moment Kratos takes a seat beside her on the stone, letting his wings fade into the air. He doesn't look at her, though; and when he begins talking again, his voice has the cadence of a recitation.]
Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana. A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and it left behind it a Great Seed too ill to germinate. A hero attempted to save it from its fate by appealing to the rulers of the two kingdoms; but they blocked their ears from his plea.
Instead the hero appealed to the forces of nature themselves, and he made to them this vow: 'I vow to split the worlds asunder to ease the burden upon the Seed. When a century has passed, and the great motherland of Derris-Kharlan returns to shine its light upon the earth, the Seed will be germinated, and I will reunite the world.'
The hero was granted a blessing in the form of divine power and became an angel to watch over the Seed and the two worlds. When a century had passed, the two ancient kings were called to the Holy Ground of Kharlan, where they were to forge a treaty that would last an eternity.
[Kratos pauses then, and looks up at the clouds in the sky, his voice dropping out of rhythm and into a deep sadness.]
That's ... when everything went wrong.