«We were primitive. Clad in basic cloth, knowing little knowledge of crops, building, and even the sky above us.»

«In small tribes we made no effort to reach out to those outside our groups. We waged war on the animals, elementals, and each other with primitive weapons of copper and iron.»

«Some still, in this time of chaos, managed to turn their gaze away from the chaos here on Alastere, and look to the skies for guidance.»

«We came to worship that which was reliable, that which we knew would always be there every day, after any long night.»

«The sun.»

«Although we did not know it then, our drive was sending us in the right direction. We just did not know the full Truth.»

«Could we truely know it at the time? That the light that would always return, the light that would shine on all, the unrighteous and nobile both...»

«was a sign of our creator's love?»