"What's the deal with this letter?" You ask. "They took me to this man so that he could meet me in person. He and I exchanged a few words. He claimed to be about 1600 years old, and that he wanted me to pass on a story to you and the people in charge. It's written in this letter he gave me." the man responds. You sigh in frustration. "So not only are they superstitious, they have a really old leader."
"He's not their leader. I think it'd be best if you read the letter for yourself." the man says. You roll your eyes and open the letter. You know you'll have to catalogue it anyway.
In a room with paintings and drawing upon the wall, a paint palette named Hargan and a paint brush named Albert sat around a collection of art supplies, a big book, and a desk lamp. The first was old and frail and looked at the other, a young man. "This is a tale I tell you in full detail because I deem that you have come of age and are worthy of inheriting the responsibility of knowing this tale. This is the threshold of manhood. To go through it, you must hear what I have to say, my son. Are you prepared for this most liminal experience?" the old paint palette asked.
"Yes." Albert replied. Hargan nodded and sighed. "The tale I tell you is how our species came to be, and how I am responsible. You know my name to be Hargan because that is the most important part of my name to all others. But my full name is Hargan Von Fae, and I used to be a faery chieftain. Very similar to a human, but with more magic and flightiness. I lost my flightiness as I lived hiding a Roman soldier and convert from those among the Danes who sought to kill him for marrying my daughter, for in that time, Chalcedonians were believed to be cannibals. For years, he and I lived in close hidden quarters with me and my daughter.
His name was Secundus and he was a good young man with great courage, a human I would call a friend. He vowed to honor my daughter and stay by her side. He valiantly stood by her, and was ashamed that he failed to save her. I saw his grief was truly genuine, and I forgave him. He stayed with me and was always grateful. Yet I was always cold, my duties demanding an icy impartial countenance.
I kept his name secret from the other faeries and his presence from the Danes. Until one day both of us fell through the floor into some yellow hell, and then from there into the warped and twisted kingdom of a demon. We had fallen into this with our armor and weapons, and we would not have survived otherwise.
We fought our way through the nights against the Animations. In that time, a specific sort of animation piqued my curiosity during their many battles with us. Eventually we the reached the castle, and He urged me to enter with him after they found it open. I sensed a strong dark magical presence which I had attempted to warn him against, but he could not be convinced. He believed it was the safest place from those beasts which we had encountered, as the poor man could not sense it, only vaguely understanding my concerns. The Transparent Mountain disturbed him, but he felt we had to continue on to the castle, and we had to go inside for it to be worthwhile.
I gave in and slowly followed behind. As we went along, I collected some of the art supplies we found out of curiosity. Eventually we ran across the King, the hateful darkness which I had sensed. The King's illusions fooled Secundus, as Romans fall to fear easily when faced with spirits, and Secundus was quickly defeated by the weaponry of the Living Illusion. Its attention turned to me. I cast a spell upon it in the belief it would weaken it long enough for me to do something that would weaken its power in the future, with my belief being what allowed it to work. I fled and cast a spell on the collected supplies before I burned them. I did it so that in burning them, it would create a world where art would create life for future victims of the Living Illusion.
I created the Eternal Art Studio and then I threw myself in the flames to ensure the success of the sacrifice, and was reincarnated shortly after in the body I possess today in this very room."
"It is evident that you succeeded, then." Albert said.
"Yes. But many of the victims of the king whose souls endured long enough to be reincarnated here failed to retain their memories, and they simply had children. They knew only that I had been what saved them. I am what held them together. Those who remembered their lives previously were of the same faith as Secundus and declared me a saint, despite me being a non-believer. A sweet gesture. The level became infested with beasts of the most hungry and monstrous sort, and those confused souls began solidifying a state with me at its epicenter. They fought on and on until this new tribe had a comfortably large space to live in. They were of various descents and could not agree on a king, nor would they get one.
They looked to me for a compromise and I drew up a government for them, and left them a prophecy. I have iterated it every year to them and will do so as long as I live. I want it to stay with you strongly." Hargan said.
"What is this prophecy?" the young man asked.
"In darkest most painful night,
In the most agonizing time of strife,
A song of hope shall ring out and offer us a boon.
When the Broken Sun and the Broken Moon
meet in undying union,
The dawn will rise to set us free.
I believe these two shall eventually be born, meet, and earn themselves the crown of the Regency. But I don't expect to live to see it." Hargan said.
"You've lived pretty long so far. Aren't we all immortal?" Albert asked.
"We simply don't starve or age all that much. But I've been suffering seizures more and more as time goes on. I can't ignore it forever. I just hope that things continue to be stable after I'm gone, and I expect you to carry it on in my name, Albert. From this moment on, you are a man." Hargan said.
You fold up the letter . By far the most fantastic of fairy-tales one could think up if they tried. If it is true, it doesn't matter. The M.E.G. has more important things to worry about.
