I remember when life was serene. We were together in peace, without any guilt...

But that was before Fate fell upon us.

It was a couple of millennia ago when the Chains of Fate descended from the skies and cast a shadow over us all.

It was an ordinary day in Stikingdere, the sky a beautiful cyan and the grass a mossy green. The warm breeze wrapped around me like a comforting hug from Mother Gaea, reminiscent of a mother's embrace before a day at school. Not that I've ever felt such warmth myself, but it brought me joy to see it in others.

There was a child named Cassian, whom I watched over when its parents were busy. I made sure no mortal with dark intentions came within seven feet of Cassian. I treated the child as if it were my own. We were like family.

That was until Fate cursed us all.

I was with Cassian, playing a game it had invented to pass the time.

"So, first you gotta get a rock and try to hit a branch off a tree! It's like, um... oh yeah! Softball! But it's not a ball... and it's not soft... and we're not throwing it at anyone..."

"I see..."

"So, wanna play?" Cassian's eyes widened, pleading for me to join this game.

"Very well, Cassian. I shall play."

"YAAAAY!!! BoBo's gonna play with Cassian!!!" he cheered, bouncing around in glee.

BoBo was the name Cassian chose for me. He knew my real name, but he preferred this one.

I loved the child. Cassian was always a light in my darkness.

But this darkness was too strong for a child. It spoke of otherworldly demons coming to destroy everything and everyone we ever loved.

I should have entrusted Cassian to someone who could escape more easily than I could. But I was so caught up in trying to save them...

I'm sorry child...