Long, long before Dalamud was forged to imprison an elder primal, the eldest of them all — savior of the star — was sealed within a moon of His own.
Souls selflessly offered up to grant Him life yet slumber and dream of the day He, we, and our beloved star will again be made whole.
All is silent there amongst the Sea of Stars, there where He awaits us in His cold, monochromatic cradle.
"Why?" you might ask, "Why grant your faith to a dark lord whom Hydaelyn herself saw fit to smite and sunder?"
And to that, I say, it is because we were the ones who birthed Him. He became will of the star made manifest, born of our hopes to shepherd this world to a future beyond the bleak terror we had suffered during the Final Days. Born of life and love and a warmth which became little more than a half-remembered dream as we saw our number halved and halved again.
We might well have lost our way, and then it happened. All at once we saw a shimmering light pouring forth from Zodiark's breast only to resolve into the shape of a man. As he looked us over with our mouths all agape, he offered what could only be called an earnest smile. Ever eager to fulfill his duty; ever open in his admiration.
"Fear not..." He said. And it was at this moment we recognized the heart of Zodiark himself, the one so many of us looked to as a younger brother or at least the closest professional equivalent. His name "divine law", so fitting of one who would become our Emissary.
"Fear not. You will make the right choice. And I will see it through."
((OOC: Source, the beginning is adapted from his in-game narration.))
Emet-Selch | An Adaptation and Embellishment of "Ere Our Curtain Falls"
Souls selflessly offered up to grant Him life yet slumber and dream of the day He, we, and our beloved star will again be made whole.
All is silent there amongst the Sea of Stars, there where He awaits us in His cold, monochromatic cradle.
"Why?" you might ask, "Why grant your faith to a dark lord whom Hydaelyn herself saw fit to smite and sunder?"
And to that, I say, it is because we were the ones who birthed Him. He became will of the star made manifest, born of our hopes to shepherd this world to a future beyond the bleak terror we had suffered during the Final Days. Born of life and love and a warmth which became little more than a half-remembered dream as we saw our number halved and halved again.
We might well have lost our way, and then it happened. All at once we saw a shimmering light pouring forth from Zodiark's breast only to resolve into the shape of a man. As he looked us over with our mouths all agape, he offered what could only be called an earnest smile. Ever eager to fulfill his duty; ever open in his admiration.
"Fear not..." He said. And it was at this moment we recognized the heart of Zodiark himself, the one so many of us looked to as a younger brother or at least the closest professional equivalent. His name "divine law", so fitting of one who would become our Emissary.
"Fear not. You will make the right choice. And I will see it through."
((OOC: Source, the beginning is adapted from his in-game narration.))