The village of multiple colors.

Radiant, Diverse, Ever-Changing as the seasons.

A place called home by many, loved by many.

Only love and peace was ever known.

And then...

It was burnt to ash.

...

What were we to do?

All we could so was drop our earnings from the days normal routine of hunting and gathering.

The beautiful village I-- We once called home.

Reduced to an Ashen collection of structures still being eaten away by flames.

...

However, there is a legacy.

Like most stories go, there is a legend. A myth that can be brought to life by the will of the universe.

"If the Sun turns Black, and the Moon is forever cloaked.

If the stars all die and the galaxies close.

If the storm is everlasting, and the rain turns to blood.

Steel will never stain, with the flicker of hope.

That steel will bring forth the days of old...

...Restoring the earth as was foretold!"

...

The only part of earth I ever knew and loved.

Was my home.

So... restoring my home... is about the same as saving the world. My world.

                                                                            My home!