‘I remember the day it all began again. The second war of Tribe and Hive, of Lightonians and Dharkanians, just as I remember that quote of hers. Really a good quote though, a fire that blooms constantly. Sounds like an arsonist’s dream now that I think about it. Really that’s the truth of it though; war over things like eating the last slice of pizza or music choice, really a- oh, guess I’m getting off track aren’t I brain?

Ramble ramble, heh heh; though in all fairness I’m up against death’s door facing the single greatest mistake of my life. Where did it all begin anyway? The beginning, the rancid middle? Yeah definitely the beginning and not that middle stuff.

A hundred and forty thousands years ago our war had begun on Sillith, when it was still a planet divided by a wall of fire. To the northern hemisphere were we who founded the Tribe, the Lightonians who could command light and help life blossom in our own way. Then there was the Hive, the Dharkanians who commanded the dark to enhance the mineral structure of the ground for industrial reasons. Heh, kinda wish that our powers hadn’t given us eternal youth, might’ve died off a lot sooner and the reason for that battle would have been forgotten.

Sigh sigh sigh.

Every battle ended in just more destruction. We continued to replenish the land and they kept on making new weapons. With our powers we pushed harder and harder against one another until the final battle of Sillith itself when Space-Time was fractured. It was at that point that our fighting spread to other worlds, most notably Earth.

They had their own problems back then, the humans. Slaves to the supernatural of their own world: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, damn soul stealing Leprechauns. Then of course the Hive had to recruit them to their cause to fight us back. Fortunate for us though, we had the humans which were just as determined. That determination is what allowed us to push for as long as we did.

The stalemate continued though up until a certain event transpired. I remember the news, I intercepted it personally with my squad. William Axis, the Hive leader, had fallen victim to a coup de ‘tat and had his powers stolen by five of his best commanders. Serves the slughorning dastard right. That shift in command and power gave us the opening to fix things. Thanks to the human alchemists and our best warriors, we made The Dimensional Mirror and sealed the time-space rips. Lost us our world but saved many others.

I suppose the better years came first after we divided the mirror’s power. Once protected it gave us all the opportunity to hunt the remaining Dharkanians and allowed us to help the mortals overthrow their inhuman masters. Yes sir those were better years weren’t they, at least until the rogues unified. I remember the beginning of that well though because that’s when I met her for the first actual time. What a spark of joy it was to see her in an area of utter cold and darkness, shining bright after events we indirectly caused.

Man I wish I could have a drink right now with some popcorn and continue to reflect, but I suppose I’ll have time eventually to do that either way. Let’s see, where did the second act really begin anyway? Ah yes, yes I suppose it would’ve been that day…’