Part 2. Consumed in duality.

Good and evil, how far is it possible to differentiate between these two reduced positions of reality? There are those who want us to believe that everything is based on the eternal dispute between the sanctified and the hideously abominable, as if it were black and white. But I have seen and verified that the world looks more like an amalgam of different colors, with shades in those colors that go a lot from dark eclectic to bright and resplendent, without indicating, of course, that being dark is bad.

-Who are you?

Don't panic, prior, I am just a messenger, forged in a series of events that have brought me here by an imperative need: the right to live in peace. So I'm going to tell you a story, which is still in full development. Your events are intimately linked to what may happen as soon as those gates are opened, because in my infinite innocence, I will aspire for you to open them yourself.

I cannot underestimate that you can make another decision, although I would like to end this war soon, because you and I have been involved in it since we were born. And if we do nothing, we will continue to burn entire lives for destruction.

-Are you raving? That is heresy. Do you ask us to anoint ourselves with your iniquity to live?

 *Grand Prior Arthur Greyskies

Not at all, little brother. In this Great South Island, which for practical purposes is called GRANHEIM, something extraordinary happened, not more than a year ago, more exactly in the year 1218 of its potentate calendar. We rose on the peaks of the high mountains of the Atrium. My troops were crossing those mountain ranges located in the center of the Great South Island. We were led by my master Manuhell Baldovo, the commander of the Red Dragon armies.

"Heretic!" Shouted everyone in the room with the exception of the Grand Prior.

"Silence, brothers," said the Grand Prior, Arthur Greyskies, a man with a solemn gaze.

Without a doubt, Grand Prior. Amid the snow of the Wuthering Heights, from their lord's year 1218, we were about to be defeated by Prince Tyran Allianze, then known as the Unbeatable Scourge of God. The bulk of our troops had fallen into the fray. My commander, Manuhell Baldovo took me by the arm and hid under an immense layer of ice before a celestial bombardment.

There, we were trapped when the ice slab rolled over. We tried to get out, but we couldn't make that ice shell move. So while something was happening, Manuhell told me the story that I have come to tell you.